tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204421238577846715.post4612725510909469562..comments2023-08-07T04:34:49.539-04:00Comments on Good Life Project: Allston RevisitedLarissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04241697129017772043noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204421238577846715.post-7198068642627701322008-08-18T08:21:00.000-04:002008-08-18T08:21:00.000-04:00Hallie,It seems that "fresh out of high school" is...Hallie,<BR/><BR/>It seems that "fresh out of high school" is a very vulnerable time for many. My best friend's sister is about to leave for college (she lives across the road from us). I feel I can empathize with her in some way, and remember all the nerves and anxiety surrounding that transition. It's one of life's big rites of passage. We grow a lot in high school, but I think that college makes us grow so much faster because we are no longer under the care of our parents and have to fend for ourselves, so to speak.<BR/><BR/>It's nice to know that there are others out there who have had similar experiences to mine. Thanks for the comment!<BR/><BR/>Love, LarissaLarissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04241697129017772043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204421238577846715.post-26513078574973787482008-08-14T22:58:00.000-04:002008-08-14T22:58:00.000-04:00Along a similar line, my darkest time yet was fres...Along a similar line, my darkest time yet was fresh out of high school. I was a corn fed Ohio gal with all the cheerleading and prom queen dreams a farm girl could whip up.<BR/><BR/>Before I knew it, I lived on the edge of the ghetto and attended what was, at the time, the largest university in the nation.<BR/><BR/>Your lines struck a heavy low chord for me as I looked back. I could see the shallow friends, beer bongs, frat parties, and high heels (it's true). I could see myself lacking integrity, wasting money.... and worst of all lying to everyone involved.<BR/><BR/>An old roommate from "The Ohio State University" recently contacted me, but upon speaking I realized that just 8 years later, 3,000 miles farther, and 6,000 feet of elevation higher, we no longer knew each other. Then again maybe we never did. Maybe it was our thin little shells (much like a ladybug's growing and thickening and becoming shiny and decorative, but hiding those precious insides) simply recognizing each other as a young souls in transformation.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com