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.