As I sit in the laundry room and wait for the obnoxious ring
signaling the ending of the drying cycle, a blur of thoughts runs through my
mind and past memories flood my being.
This is it. I am a college student.
This reality didn’t sink in when I walked across the stage
on graduation, and it didn’t hit me during the strenuous task of packing. The realization
hit me when I walked out of my last lecture on the first day of classes into
the scorching heat and blinding sun, as I prepared to crack open the books and
begin hours of studying. Mom and dad were no longer in charge of making my
dinner, and I had nobody to ask how my classes went; until my floor mates piped
up and the realization hit them as well.
“How were your classes?”
“Do you have any assignments?”
“Do you have a lot of studying to do?”
Then comfort washed over me like the downpour in the middle
of the drought in A Cinderella Story. These other girls – they are going
through the same conflicts I am. They find their own dinners, and they do their
own laundry just like I do. Sometimes when negativity creeps up on us when we
least expect it to, consolation knocks it out and eases our worries.
