When I packed up my life and moved from the comforts of my little hometown to Waco, I remember feeling (lose). All my friends were so excited to start their own lives, but I just wasn't sure I was ready for that yet. Many things worried me. But I hid my fears and when the time (final) came, I (hug) my mother goodbye, made the two-hour one-way drive from Coppel to Waco, and set up my new room.
For the first few (week), I didn't miss home or really feel any kind of emotion at all except tired. There was so much for me to learn that I hadn't had time to think about anything. My energy was directed towards figuring out campus, I was not familiar with at all. I explored every corner, (look) for the perfect place to study. I learned to set (I) a schedule of getting groceries, cleaning my room and doing my laundry on Sundays.
Nowadays, in my second semester, I feel like I have almost adapted the university life. The transition from high school to college wasn't as difficult as my mind made me think it would be. One of the best things college has taught me is how to be (independence).
