There is a great change coming to my life. As the days tick away like drops of water in a pond, I grow fearful and nervous at the thought of not having control over my destiny. For at least two years, I can honestly say I do not know what to expect. Can the unknown be liberating? Certain friends say yes. I’m not so sure.
I set myself on this path a few months ago, and I ultimately knew what the outcome would be: this road would take me away from all that I know and drop me unceremoniously in the midst of a strange and alien way of life. A roommate I’ve never met. A city I know very little about. A entire new life is waiting to be discovered. Why am I terrified of change?
It could be my age. In a little less than 4 weeks I’ll be thirty three. That’s awfully old to be a junior in University. Most people have long since passed this phase of their life, and here mine is just about to start. I’m embarking on an academic ride of a lifetime as an honor student at a small, private college.
I’ve received a lot of support from older students who returned to college after many years. It got me to thinking: how is the life of an adult college student different from the new, wet-behind-the-ears high-school graduate? Many of the differences might seem apparent to you, but there are many that are not so obvious. I decided right then and there to chronicle and investigate these differences over the next two years as I progress through the upper level curriculum in the social sciences and english, applying sociological thinking and just plain storytelling to the life of an adult in a twenty-something world of academia.
What is to come? Your guess is as good as mine.