It was overwhelming at first, but I was excited to get away from home.
I knew I was attracted to guys; but I was way too scared to explore my feelings so I stayed in the closet for a while.
My sister and I crafted convoluted plots and schemes to convince my mom of his chivalry. After she realized how smitten we were with one another, she practically fell in love with him herself.
He sent me sweet texts every day, and I stayed out of trouble. We spent summers cuddling on the couch watching reruns of bad reality TV, attending the Renaissance Faire and babysitting his four-year-old brother.
It was like high school all over again, but it wasn’t fun anymore.
This time, I felt like I was missing out on what college had to offer: new friends, new passions and a new lease on life.
When my roommates invited me to frat parties and dorm socials, I would shrug and tell them I would be in Chicago visiting the boyfriend.
And the boys I had demurely eyed during sociology courses would line up after class to ask me out. When I tried to regain the friendship of my dorm mates, they shrugged me off just as nonchalantly as I had them.What will you wear to class after after taking far too many shots and dancing in your underwear last night?How will you convince your roommate to pop in ear buds when sad-jamming to Lana Del Rey at 3 a.m.? College is much less insular than high school campuses can be, but both can be great times to express yourself and explore your interests.Living in a residence hall as a freshman was the first time I ever lived on my own.I wasted great bonding time and denied myself some wonderful experiences by not being myself.