It is a tradition for me to struggle with adapting to a new school environment. I remember getting in trouble on the first two days of preschool—and then doing it again when I was held back for another year. The first days of each grade were either so fun I could not stand it, or they foreshadowed what would be terrible years in the long run.
To say I struggled to adapt to college during Freshman Year is an understatement. I initially considered dropping out when the pressure of disabilities, personal problems, and a volcanic era of politics overwhelmed me. I was numb and aimless, and I did not feel motivated to stay outside of pleasing others.