I miss being in college.
For the likes of me, high school was about three things: conformity, peer pressure, and awkwardness. I was one of those kids that teachers would describe as possessing great potential but remained reserved and subdued. As for my classmates, I think they honestly thought of me as gullible, a pushover, and typical.
College worked some magic with me. It changed me.
My friends and classmates from high school at first were surprised of the news they began hearing about me. I was no longer in the wings. I slowly found my way to the center of the stage. Even my teachers from years before would approach me, telling me that they were proud that I finally found my niche in my batch.
But, limelight aside, the two things I really liked about being in the university are: kids were less afraid of speaking their mind and that I became friends with real people. Classroom discussions were not current rumors but what we read in books and in between lines. So what if you were smart? There were a dozen others like you there. And we fed off that energy. I felt alive. And being with great friends—real people—revived me. Granted that my circle were composed by mostly weird guys but I could be certain that they were genuine, true to their core.
Always, always, I will remember college life with a great and terrible nostalgia. It may be the typical experience compared to others but it broke the spell of the typical for me.