By Brett Carey – 1851 Contributor
Growing up where I did a majority of my life was not easy. To put you in my shoes for one second, imagine going outside and having nothing to do but sit out by a busy road; not having anyone around you outside of your family to sympathize with, but to be mocked instead; imagine in middle school the feeling of students trampling on your back, and awakening off the floor with a cut on your forehead, and the teachers didn’t bat an eye.
Imagine in high school, everyone is an overly political person flooding your ears with toxic arguments and biases. To put it bluntly, I felt like I was about to cave every waking moment of the day.
Late in my senior year of high school I got accepted into Lasell University, In the moment I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel. Pride? Uneasiness? Happiness? I felt almost numb in a way. Orientation soon rolled around, and I got my first bit of exposure to the school.
In the moment I wasn’t sure what it was, but I felt more at peace there then in my hometown or high school. The bustling and expressive community? The quieter landscapes of the area? I wasn’t sure what it was, but I definitely enjoyed what I saw at Lasell.
Fast forward to September 6th, move in day, I had a lot on my mind that morning. Oddly enough though I felt a sense of happiness I never felt in a long time. It’s bizarre, you hear all the stories of people feeling anxious about their first day, and I felt the opposite; a sense of relief of escaping a town that scarred my brain for ten years of my life.
Sure, the first week was full of unfamiliarity with what buildings were where, and how far they might be away from where I live on campus. but I could go outside and not have to interact with people who I have loathed since my youth, enjoy the fresh air and generally have a good time with life.
By Michael Maruk- 1851 Contributor
Michael Maruk standing in front of the new Lasell University sign. Photo by: Diana Maruk
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.