I walked on to the campus and looked at the hundreds of kids flooding in and out of buildings, their lives packed up in little cardboard boxes. It was the start of my life in Nashville, Tennessee. Admittedly, I was terrified.
Busting through the gates of ESD and tackling the world seemed simple when I was sitting in senior hall looking out the window. In fact, it was all I could think about. After thirteen years and every positive experience I could think of, it was time to go.
But arriving in Nashville was a different experience. The reality started to set in. Parents out of town for a weekend: glorious. Parents out of town for the rest of your life: a little scary.
But when you start your classes and start to meet people, you realize this is what you have been preparing for all along. All those late nights of history papers and wolf run projects have been building up towards your college classes. All those club fairs and community service projects have been teaching you how to take the initiative and handle your own life.
It’s strange when the place you sleep isn’t your home, but when you get settled and buildings start to look familiar, college provides you the chance to truly discover yourself outside of the context of your family and friends.
In high school, I knew myself as I was around people I had spent the first 18 years of my life with; but at Vanderbilt, far from home, I’m trying to figure out who I am as a person, relying on myself for motivation, inspiration, and laundry.
ESD Graduate, Vanderbilt Freshman #2, 2009