The feeling of finishing my freshman year is more overwhelmingly joyous than the feeling of graduating high school. Probably because the amount of time I’ve put into my work, the amount of stress I’ve had to endure, and the significance of this milestone to me, outweigh nay struggle I went through in high school.
Additionally, I think I was somewhat sad to leave high school. There I was leaving my friends, everything I had built in the four years I was there, and I was leaving the feeling of comfort I had developed at school.
I am not sad to be done with my first year of college. There are no strong friendships here, there is nothing monumental I am leaving. Hopefully in two months times, I will find myself in a new school with new friends, focusing on sweating the small stuff, and wandering around a new city.
Right now, my eyes are set on San Francisco.