My first move away from home was to Waterloo, which is 3 or more hours away from home, with no one close by except one friend who attended the school down the road. I was being placed in an all girls residence in a shared room at the age of 17. I was not and have never been a girl with many girls as friends, I always had my close ones but to extend further out was fairly uncommon for me so this was going to be a tough adjustment.
The 3 hour trip with my family was nerve wrecking! I was watching as my surroundings changed from country scenery to industrial areas throughout the cities, this was not something I was used to nor was I willing to adjust to at that moment. The closer I got the more nervous I felt and at one instance I wanted to turn to my family and say, "we need to turn around i'm not ready for this." But I let the feeling pass and then I got anxious. I wanted to meet all the new people and though I was dreading having a bed in the same room as my roommates bed, brings a whole new term to the roommates you hear about from the people around you, I was ready to take the plunge.
Arriving at the school there were many people there ready to help me move all of my stuff into the residence and get me settled in so that I could say goodbye to my family and join the festivities, as most people do I took my time with that. My roommate beat me to the room so I was with my family when I met her and she was in the same boat I was, young and afraid of what this year would bring. So we greeted each other, said fairwell to our families and set out to see what was in store for us.
The week was full of different events with our team, "The Red Raiders," including meeting the faculty of our school and people in the different residences. Being the shy person I am, among other girls on my floor, I stuck close to the people I knew all week rather than trying to find new groups of friends. We ventured to the school bar where we were able to go and dance and just tried to make the best of the week being underage. When the first week ended the events slowed down and school picked up. Orientation week was what we all thought the year would be, fun times with a group of girls just trying to get through their first year of university...who knew that the catiness and party animals would change the feel for everyone!