Once you turn into an adult, shit changes maaaan.
I turned 18 but felt as good as I usually did. Sure alot of emotions weren't too good, but still, I was myself. What made me an adult? Was it my age, or something else? What is an adult?
I could think about it all night, but like, who really cares?
One of the biggest leaps from childhood to adulthood for me is becoming independent. I've always been under the care and rules of my home and parents, but the one thing that forces me to be independent was about to hit me.
Yupp.
University.
What is it about the fact I'm going to University that makes it so exciting?
Is it because I can finally have some freedom? Is it that it's a whole new experience that'll make me more independent as a person? Is it because my older friends big-it-up so hard? Is it the fact that I'm probably gonna get laid everyday for the 3 years I'm there?
LOL. I'm kidding. The last one ain't happening. No but really, I was super hyped to finally try Uni out. I remember my results day when I was gonna know whether or not I got into Uni. Maaan. I never slept that night because I told myself
"You sleep now and you'll be thrown forward in time to see your destiny"
To which I was all "fuqdat." and stayed up all night, not on purpose, but because of anxiety. Damn son. My stomach hurt so bad all night.
It was 7 am. Results were shown at 8. There was was at 7:30, refreshing my email over and over again. Expecting some kind of response.
For the full half hour I kinda just felt sadder and sadder , until it actually turned 8. Then still. Nothing.
I was sooo lowwww. And people were flooding their Twitter and Facebooks with tweets and statuses about their offers. I was all thinking nothing was gonna happen to me..
Then one girl mentioned you actually had to check your UCAS and not your email. To which i was like, "shit".
ratatata typing UCAS's website up, fingers shaking and having to delete a bunch of typos.
Sign in.
Big words congratulate me.
Life's good.
I just gave a massive shout of joy. Except it didn't sound joyful. It was an "OH MY GOD", in a kind of way you came back and saw your room trashed. Except you were happy it got trashed. I don't know why you're happy it got trashed, just imagine you were.
I was so damn good. Friends and teachers congratulated me. Parents made me special rice and stuff, except I was still ill from the weird stomach I had for a couple more days.
I WAS GOING TO UNI!! :D
Fast forward a month to where it was a day before I left. I actually teared up as I left the house at night to visit a friend, hiding my face so my family didn't see me sad. I was just sad all night because I'd miss my siblings and stuff.
Next day, packed up, kissed sister and mum, both teary, drove off into afternoon sun. Here came University.. Was pretty lively when I got there, but I didn't really socialize much because I was busy packing everything out. Got to my room, dad and bro and friend were unpacking my stuff. Went to my friend's, unpacked his stuff, back to mine, chilled. Dammn that day was tiring. I had a lesson the next day too..
No lie. The first week was kinda meh..
But then it changed..
:)
