By Michael Maruk- 1851 Contributor
When my parents and I rolled up to the drop off point on move in day, I had a gang of butterflies ready to get into the MMA ring flying around in my stomach. I was nervous for what was to come, probably because there was so much going on at once and it came off as overwhelming.
I remember that it was a cool brisk day on September 6th. The campus whistled as wind blew through the pine trees and there were students running from dorm to dorm seeing friends they had met at orientation. All I could think about was how I was going to get my bike up the stairs to the second floor.
My friends back home were already in their first week or two of school and I was the last to go with nobody to look forward to seeing other than my mysterious roommate. After walking around campus and going on the welcome weekend trips, I found myself in situations where I was making friends. I remember specifically coming back from a trip to Boston with some Lasell students on the T and talking all the way back to campus.
When I became homesick at times I just had to think to myself that most of the other kids are also in the same boat. I began making friends by relating with similar situations as we all missed our families one way or another. Some students still miss their families even by week five, and that’s totally okay! It’s never an easy transition, I just kind of learn to go with the flow after a while.
Soon enough though I started to get into my studies, and make friends that I began to forget all about home and the college became my second home. Especially being in Boston which offers tons of attractions to go to see and enjoy. I soon found that I didn’t want to leave and that the opportunities offered to me will lead to a ton of fun memories for down the line to look back on.