I stood at the end of the line, with one of my best friends next to me. All around me were hundreds of other kids within two years of my own age (most older than me), including the one I knew who was next to me. I was there and it was about to start, but I still didn’t know what to expect. I was still nervous, and honestly my head was empty, only open, wondering, nervous, a touch scared…my parents weren’t with me, there was nobody around me that I knew save one. Then they opened it up, the line started moving. We gave them our Enrollment Verification forms, got a nametag and then a number. I walked into the cafeteria of the college among the hubbub of all the people in the room and went to the number of table I had been given. Then it really started. But it was like an information fair. Tables around the room with a person behind each one with a little snippet talk about something, and every five minutes you go to the next table. I started to breathe and relax. This isn’t so bad, I thought. In reality, it went smoothly. But then they started pounding things into your head - “It’s alot different from highschool.” “College classes take a years’ worth of high-school course work and put it into 90 days….90 days, you got that?” “You should be studying two hours each week for every credit you get.” But for some reason I didn’t get freaked out at all. It seemed pretty natural. Everything did, actually, even up to going home and signing up for classes. It wasn’t like a freight train. I didn’t get clobbered, or smashed, or anything, with the sudden, “OhmygoshI’mactuallygoingtocollegeaaaahhhhhhh!!!” It just happened, like I’ve been desensitized to it or something…so life goes, I suppose. So I’m going to college next year. I’m moving on with life, with not very much pomp, circumstance, or ceremony…..here goes nothing again?