Personal Statement : The Sophomore Year And My Mom Essay

909 Words Feb 25th, 2016 4 Pages
Growing up some friendships are like exploding stars. They burn fast and bright, then for no real reason, or for reasons we can’t understand, fade forever. They say space might be infinite but that means infinite stars, too, if you think about it. Some have to collide. Some have to burn out to make room for the next.

It’s freshman year and my mom helps me move cross-state from Colorado to Nebraska, unload my stuff in giant rolling laundry carts into McGloin Hall, my home for the next nine months. McGloin is supposed to be just for sophomores, but I waited until the last minute with the application, all the freshman dorms filled up so they stuck me in, too. It’s half-reward, half-punishment. Newer and nicer but isolated, tucked and hidden behind deep green trees on the far end of campus.

Like cellmates, my new roommates and I have each other, at least. We eat an awkward welcome/goodbye barbeque lunch with our parents and then we’re left to ourselves in McGloin, marooned on the second floor, what’s supposed to be a common room that apparently doubles as an overflow for wayward freshmen. Ryan and Tom are from Nebraska, close enough to leave campus for family dinners, visits with high school friends. So on the weekends it’s just me and Seth, a Chicago kid with the strangeness and attitude to prove it. We have two primary activities: we drink, and we play racquetball. Sometimes, but not necessarily always in that order. Seth has a fake ID and we find our mecca at Bucky’s gas…

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