....Of rest of your life." ...Or, at least that's what they call this point in a person's life, right? I'm eighteen, done with high school, and, in roughly nineteen hours and fifteen minutes (7:00 am eastern-standard time)(the 19 hr 15 min mark is my rough estimate, so don't expect it to be right), I leave my house behind and head for Millersville University, which is rather close to Lancaster, PA. In nineteen hours and fifteen minutes, I set out from home to finish my education, to stay away from my parents for months. They say that this moment, that this point of one's life, is among the most important moments a person can take part in. Saying good by to their family, and hello to the hardest part of schooling that you're ever likely to face. But, to those who do say that, I have one question.....

.......What's the big deal? I am less than a day from leaving my family for months, and I've been begging to get away from my parents forever, and I don't really feel any different. I'm not sad, not nostalgic, not remorseful, not excited....I don't feel any different than what I usually feel. If this is the first Chapter of the rest of my life, why am I filled with something that's borderline apathy? Why do I not give a damn? Its not lack of thankfulness, I know my parents are sacrificing and shelling out a lot of cash to send my ass to college.....I know its going to be the most rigorous schooling of my life, I know that the professors are likely to be just as apathetic towards me as I am towards the looming shadow of my arrival at college. But still, with all that knowledge,I can't be fucked to give a rat's ass.

Look, I don't know what any of those who watch my account are reading from this. I don't even know, or give a damn, who many of the people who 'watch' me don't pay attention to me at all. If you some how got this from it, I'm not in anyway looking for even a scrap of sympathy. What I do want is, well....answers. Answers to the tons of questions I've asked already, and perhaps a few more.

What I'm saying is this: If you've been to college, and have felt the same way about going as I do know, tell me. And tell me why you think that is. Or, even if you've felt the same way about something else, tell me. Share your experiences with me, maybe they'll help me out in the long run.

Another question, only for those of you who have been to college, and made it to their sophomore year, hell, even people who are there right now: We all know that college is hard, we've heard it from teachers, parents, and pretty much everyone else on the planet. But, is it really as hard as those people tell us, or is it slightly easier, and the information bogged down by human exaggeration as all stories are? Or, on the opposite end of the spectrum, is it harder than they say it is? Are they trying to make it sound difficult to root out the weaklings and the unprepared, and yet still hiding the true grit difficulty of the work from us so as not to make us all shy away?

I'm not looking to know the experiences you've had with peers at college, I just want to know what I asked, if its really as hard as they tell us, or if its even harder. Maybe even some information that'll help me counter the difficulty.

At this point, I've run out of things to say on that main subject, partly because I just looked out the window, so I'll move on. As soon as my roommate and I get situated (I'm lucky enough to be rooming with a good friend of mine), I'm having him wipe the hard drive of my laptop in an effort to get rid of the bugs and such on it. From their, I'll go through the set-up again, and get virus ware and Microsoft word, then I'll be back to bug you every-so-often in the week before class starts.

After that, however; I don't know just how often I'll be on, so, we'll play it by ear. Hopefully, I'll be able to find some time to get on dA. Because, lets face it. I haven't studied since the fifth grade. Primarily because I haven't had the need to. I'm not saying I won't be studying in college. But, unless I get my ass thoroughly kicked by a test, or find myself drowning in material, its unlikely that I'll regiment myself.

Oh, and I promise that I'll try not to procrastinate so much with the essays. Judging by how many ~storm-rao has been getting since I've met her, I won't have that luxury.

Well....that's all for now, folks. I'll see you when I see you, I guess. This is Sardine, signing out.