Day 10. I am thankful for my college experience. Not so much the lesbian experimentation and waking up in someone else's bathtub that others may hazily remember. I'm talking about how I spent my first two years at Dickinson, but graduated from UNL.
My two years at Dickinson
taught me that I could hold my own academically. I was challenged and
flourished in an accelerated environment. I met wonderful people, some
of whom I credit to my self development to this day. When depression
drove me to contemplate self harm in my sophomore year, I decided maybe
being closer to home and all things familiar might help. So, I
transferred to UNL.
My education in Lincoln was completely
different, but just as important. Where in Pennsylvania I was isolated
to nurture my mind, in Lincoln I was able to learn about the world. I
worked 30+ hours a week, lived on my own off campus, and had a live in
boyfriend. The academic requirements were undoubtedly less stringent
than Dickinson, but the life lessons were no less valuable. If a
college education is supposed to be well rounded, then I think I was
lucky enough to have gotten one.