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Going Back Home
Today realized how much I miss my parents, and how badly I want to see them. For once, I took the time to think about what I look like to them when I go back home. I know that they’ve only seen me leave and arrive once during the fall semester, but if I stand to think about it…
I left so happy and energized to begin the semester at Columbia. I wanted to conquer the world… When I returned for Christmas break I feel like they were shocked. I returned quiet, exhausted, drained. I wonder what thoughts passed through their heads when they saw me. We were supposed to visit some family in Mexico, but we almost stayed behind so they could let me sleep. I slept so much those first couple of days back home. I still remember my dad told me to watch out for drugs, as if I had the time for that during school.
I wish they could, or maybe they do, understand how difficult it is to be in New York City by myself. They say I shouldn’t isolate myself, but I feel like most of the time I do. I’m usually alone. I try to study, but I have figured out that it doesn’t really matter. I always score the same.
This semester was even harder than the last. When I return, will I look the same? I feel like I’ll look even worse. I feel like I go to Columbia to exhaust myself and return home to recuperate. Next semester it will be even harder. Will I be able to endure it all four years?