Univer-shitty.
I feel confined by the four walls -- by the concrete jungle. I swear, by the end of this year, I will be diagnosed as clinically depressed. I thought I would love university; if not, I would at least grow to love it. Given that it has only been one week, there is still time to turn my mind around. So far it is very unlikely. I love my classes, my
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I felt exactly the same way about Frosh, as you know. You're placed in a group in which you know no one. It's an awkward situation. Why would anyone want to do that to themselves? But something happened that weekend. I made friends. It shocked me how easy it was. You know why? Everyone was in the same boat. Everyone was nervous. Everyone was lonely. Everyone was looking for a place to belong. Frosh happened and all that melted away, because we found a silent comfort in each other. We revelled in the knowledge that we were not alone, even though our feelings told us otherwise. And when school started, I felt more at ease to at least see people I knew-but am not necessarily friends with-from my Frosh experience ( ... )
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