I remember when I was in about second grade, my uncle told me to get excited for college because it would be amazing to get out of the house and live on my own terms. At the time I thought my uncle was crazy because who would want to leave their mom (at that age), but now I can’t wait to get out of here.
You may be wondering why do I care so much about leaving home, but that’s because I have been home schooled my whole life(by my mom out of all people), have never traveled outside of the state, let alone country, and only have two friends.
My two best and only friends are Maddie and Joseph. We have all been friends since kindergarden. The reason I only have two friends is because they’re the only people in this city that aren’t all about the American dream, but they also are the only kids who are sure that they are going to be extremely famous one day. I mean people think I could do better in the friends department but I mean at least their not stoner kids, to my knowledge.
We all just applied to UNLV(University Nevada of Los Vegas) back in November and we are all expecting our acceptance letters tomorrow. And I know  what you’re thinking, don’t most home schooled kids already have a career planned out for them? Well let me tell you, that is the opposite of me. I have no future(I’m basically a disappointment), without college and I do not want to be recognized like,”Hey you’re that kid who did nothing in life! You’re probably gonna die alone!”
Today when I woke up I was so nervous. Since I’m homeschooled I can wake up  whenever I want to and today I woke up at 12 so I expected my letter to be here. As soon as I saw it on our dining table I ran down the stairs as fast as I can(which is not that fast, but don’t judge I’ve never been in PE class). Just as I was about to open it, I remembered that Maddie, Joseph, and I promised to call or facetime to open it together. (I know how social media obsessed that makes be sound, but you can’t fight the truth). I decide calling them would take to long so I just open it myself. These are almost the exact words that came  out of my mouth, “HOLY SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS! I AM A MOTHER FLAPPING GENIUS! I ACTUALLY GOT INTO COLLEGE!”(I decided to keep this pg)
two months later
“OKAY TIME TO START PACKING! Ugh I’m gonna shoot myself” I screamed. “I know you hate packing but you’re going to have to. Unless you plan on walking to class everyday in the same underwear. If you text me though ‘cause I wanna get it on video.” Maddie said, and Joseph died of laughter. We all decided to pack together so I wouldn’t shoot myself out of boredom, but we finally ended up finishing Then we headed to the airport and took off.
Six hours later the three of us were in Las Vegas. Now that I was here I did what any person would do when they first got to college. Meet their roommate. Joseph and I decided not to room together, after all the stories I heard. I burst open the door to see that he looks exactly like the roommate you wouldn’t want. “Hi!” I said, trying to seem excited about the situation. Then there was an awkward silence for about five seconds and then he said, “Oh hi. I was just trying to think of ways to get out of this place. And life in general.” Great, I am pretty sure my roommate’s depressed. “NAAAW MAN I’M JUST PLAYIN! YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN YOUR FACE MAN. Anyways, my name’s David Johnson trust me I’m not lying this time.” I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust this guy now. “Ya hi I’m Nicholas, but you can call me Nick.” After we started talking he seemed pretty chill and extremely funny.
Turns out David and I have the same chemistry class at 9:30. To most people that seems really late for a class, but for me that was extremely early. When we got to the door I just waited there telling myself, “You actually made it you aren’t a failure.” David ruined the moment because he was laughing at me the whole time.
We walked in the class and I tried to get the end seat, so I didn’t have to sit next to anyone(because I am not exactly a peoples person), but David beat me to it. As I sat next to him, angrily, another girls sat next to me, and let me tell you I don’t have much in the talking to girls when you’re not friends for 14 years. The closest I’ve talked to girls is Maddie and my mom.