I am Jack

I knew this would happen some day. I’ve spent the last twelve years thinking about it, preparing for it, and imagining what it would be like. Applications are in. Acceptance letters are being received.

I’m going to college.

As someone who was dual-enrolled all throughout my high school years, college classes aren’t much of a worry for me. After completing over sixty credit hours at my local community college, post-secondary courses are nothing to be afraid of. What intimidates me is…well…everything else.

I’m moving out of my childhood home. I’m leaving my town, my community, my church, my family; all the familiarity will be a thing of the past. I’m going to a strange city, living on a strange campus, surrounded by strange people. Change is necessary for life, but it’s a difficult adjustment.

As odd as it is, I keep comparing myself to Jack and the Beanstalk. I’ll bet Jack was scared to scale the beanstalk, but the adventure was something worthwhile. (Unless we’re talking about Into the Woods. Then the adventure was not worthwhile, it was deadly…spoiler alert.) Well, going away to a university feels like the equivalent to scaling a beanstalk. It’s big, scary, and there might be a giant or two to conquer, but it’s an adventure.

I am Jack. College is my beanstalk.

Bring on the giants.

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