After my first year I moved home for the summer which is when I fully decided that the University program I had attended was not for me. I looked into programs that were more suited to my interests and came across Georgian College which was close to home.
Moving to another new town was the same initial feelings all over again. This time it was a more familiar town and I was moving into a house with all friends from home. The biggest fear was the choice to go to this school was made without visiting the campus so day 1 was a day of wandering around aimlessly until I found the rooms I needed to attend for orientation. And being the stubborn person I am I did not want to ask anyone for help in navigating so lets just say I spent a lot of time turning myself around and heading into a new direction.
My first year at the college was the year of my 19th birthday so the thought of drinking and bar hopping filled my parents heads and of course they worried about their little girl being in a strange city that she did not know. I managed to get through my first year at college being of legal drinking age and attending bars just a handful of times. Instead I devoted all my time to school work and came out of that year with honours. Mind you it was my only honours year but it was one that I was very proud of.
It was within the first couple of weeks that I met people of a crew I knew I would be with through the long haul, this was my place here. This campus had the same feel as the University one, small and a close feel to it. It was through these friendships that I began the battle of living with friends soon to become just people you pass on the street and found the people that would be by your side through good and bad.
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