I cried a lot fall term. It was predictable, the crying. As a rule, I don't enjoy change, yet I had forcibly ripped myself out of my comfort zone and thrust myself into a new environment whose rules and structure I didn't fully understand. I had left behind the familiarity of old places and faces and traded it in for people who seemed to latch onto everyone except me.
Eventually it got better. I repeated my high school experience verbatim: I had a horrible first half of the year, found wonderful friends in the second half, and watched them graduate. But by then I had learned to navigate the system. I knew how to stop the crying.
(I still cry, but for other reasons.)
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I spent my whole Freshman year crying*.
* Because I could not handle how people socialized only with booze/it made me really uncomfortable.
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