Four Summers Ago

Four summers ago, I was hesitant about starting High School. Freshmen = Fresh meat. Older kids. New people. Some old people that I didn't really like. More work. Less free time. Heartbreak. Being in love with someone thousands of miles away, when my teen hormones are blaring. Bad teachers. Being "nobody".

Truth was, I was scared. Even though I'd gotten into my top choice, I had people I knew at the school, and things were really pretty planned out for me, I was afraid that everything would change.

Now that I look back on it, I can see the similarities between how I felt then about starting high school and how I felt a few months ago, before I started college. It's strange, really, to think that my attitude towards this hasn't changed, even though it's been four years and I as a person have changed.

Maybe I haven't changed. Not enough, anyway, to go beyond those basic primal instincts like fear or reason or happiness. Of course I haven't. It's intriguing to look and see how little a person really changes over the course of a lifetime with new situations and old cropping up, even though so much time has passed.