Essay on My Year Of High School
Growing up, I went to a school form Kindergarten until my Senior year of High School.
I grew up in a town of about a 100 people and held no job opportunities for your future. My parents had my brother and I when they were very young, so they weren’t exactly the kind of parents that gave us a bright future to look forward too. When deciding where I was going to college, the obvious choice to most of my class was to attend the community college about 30 minutes from our high school.I had other dreams in mind, I wanted to get out of that small town and as fast as I could. I decided to attend Colorado State University in Fort Collins, CO. I had always loved Fort Collins, and going there seemed to be my ticket out of the small town life. I applied and I got in, I could not wait to become a CSU Ram and finally move to the city.
Graduation approached quickly and I worked all summer which made the time go by quickly.
August had finally come and it was time to begin packing a making a two-hour drive to move into my dorm.My grandma and my mom went and helped me to get settled into my dorm,
I was on the top floor and what a view I had. My roommate was more than I could ask for and I couldn’t wait to get to know her better. As my first few weeks of class went really well and I was extremely busy, but the homesickness started to settle in.I had a boyfriend back home that I had been in a relationship with for almost two years, and had never been apart for more than a few days.…