Fame, no Fortune
It's my third and last year at Antioch, and suddenly I feel like I'm in charge. Like it's my place. People come to me for advice that I am able to give. My name is known. Often, when I introduce myself to people, I get "oh, so YOU'RE Rowan!" I also finally have a class. When I arrived, as a transfer student, I mostly made friends with first-years, who were 2-3 years younger than me. Now, I feel like I fit in with the people who are my age. I'm also getting compliments on things like attractiveness. Poise might be a better word for it. Someone told me that I fit my body.
Perhaps for the first time in my life, I feel comfortable. One might even say...cool?
So it's a good thing that I'm leaving in three months, hey?
You know, I'm getting so used to complaining about the temporary nature of my life that when I ever get in a position where I will have no plans to leave in the future, I'll go crazy. I'll be like "Someone tell me when to move! I CAN BUY HEAVY THINGS WITHOUT HAVING TO MOVE THEM! HELLLLPPPPPP!"