It has been such a crazy week, and now I leave home for 6 weeks, while everybody back home is in tears. I think to myself why am I here? I want to stay home, and be there for my friends when they need me most. When I need them most. I haven’t had a single moment to do anything, to just enjoy my freedom. I guess I won’t be able to enjoy it for another 6 weeks. Millions of different thoughts flooded my head. What if the classes are too hard? What if I don’t make any friends? What if I can’t handle it with all the pressure already in my life? I was looking forward to being independent, but at this point of time, I didn’t want to be. I was so good at masking it, making it hard to believe that anything ever happened.
I walk into the hotel, looking for the other students. We all look at each other, but hardly speak. Once the parents leave, and we are all together, we start to open up. I was surprised how easy it was to talk to them. I hardly had to try, and before we knew it, we were great friends. But at a point, I felt guilty. That I was here, in beautiful weather, with amazing people, while my friends were back home mourning over our loss. The first day of class came, Introduction to Java, and I was beyond nervous. My biggest worry was that I wouldn’t be able to keep up. But surprisingly it wasn’t too bad. In a class with all boys, except for three girls, I found that I made new friends without even realizing it. We didn’t do much the first day, just understanding the flow of the class. But I was so happy when it was finally finished. I met with the others, and we casually strolled through Berkeley. I had the best burger I have had in a long time, but we had to scarf it down, since I had another class in less than 10 minutes (Advanced Biotechnology). The moment I walked in, I knew this was my type of class. The teacher was friendly, and the work was fun, at least in my opinion, and within the first 10 minutes of class I had already made three new friends. Finally the day ended and I get to go back home. We all talked about our day and it felt like we were a big family, each with our own characteristics. Maybe these next few weeks won’t be that bad after all.