Private to Public School

As previously posted, I went to a small private school. I graduated with 24. I now attend a public university with over 25,000 (undergrad alone) students! With this many students, you have different cultures, religions, ideals, and backgrounds! This seems very overwhelming but it just means new friends and study partners!
Before attending a private school, I had been enrolled into a public school. I’m thankful for both experiences because I have friends I see on campus from both!
The transition to college is tough. Very tough. No matter how independent you think you are now, it doesn’t match up to moving out. Ugh, moving out. I dreamed about the day where I moved out of my hometown and got to start over in a new town, with new people who are in the exact same position as I am. I got to pack up my room, which made me nostalgic, but excited. I cleaned out my room to prepare myself for all the things I was taking to college. When the day finally came, I was sad. I was leaving my best friend, my dad. My dad had always been there for me and could give me the truth even if I didn’t want to hear it. He was also quite the jokester. Not only did I leave my dad back home, I left my two dogs {my cuddle buddies, my greeters when I walked into the door}. I cried when I packed up my car, saying goodbye to my dad and puppies, and for the two hour drive to Auburn. It was tough.
(I’m skipping my first two weeks living at my sister’s place and sorority recruitment for later posts!)
It was FINALLY move in day, the day all seniors going off to college look forward to. All the girls in my dorm were busy decorating their rooms, saying their goodbyes, and hanging out with their roommates (some for the first time). My roommate and I had met before via Auburn University Class of 2018 page - we went to Panera one day after school. DO THIS, IT’S SO BENEFITTING! I am lucky, I have an amazing roommate. We have really similar majors, class schedules, interests, and ideals! We have yet to have an argument. I hear some of my other friends talk about their roommates and consider myself incredibly lucky.
Living on your own, is difficult and super fun. No curfew, no one standing over you making sure you do everything you’re supposed to. It’s all totally up to you to make your own journey and do what’s right for you.
With every pro there’s a con. Living on your own: buying your own groceries. Living in a dorm: sharing space. Flexible class schedules: GO TO CLASS (even the boring lectures! You’ll thank yourself later!) No curfew: late nights, early mornings and plenty of naps.
You will miss home, it’s a given. But you will be having so much fun that you’ll be thankful that you’re able to experience this. “This” only lasts for four years.