From an introvert: There’s no ‘right way’ to do college
It’s 8 p.m. on a Friday, my freshman year of college, and a text lights up my phone. “Are you going out tonight?” For most students this is a normal text. However, most students don’t get this weekly text from their mother who lives 800 miles away. What’s stranger were the texts that followed. More often than not, I told my mom I was planning on just watching a movie by myself and going to bed, and she would beg me to go out. (I should clarify that my mom was not some helicopter parent trying to live vicariously through her daughter; she was just a extrovert mother concerned with the hermit-esqe tendencies of her introvert daughter). People try to challenge me when I tell them I’m an introvert. They point out that I perform in an improv group, have an eccentric personality (to put it delicately) and that if it weren’t for people interrupting me, I could probably talk for hours. All of this is true. I am wicked shy in unfamiliar social settings, though, take a long time to get comfortable around new people (we’re talking months) and love nothing more than spending time by myself. It’s kind of like Jekyll and Hyde, if Jekyll and Hyde were an insecure 18-year-old girl. During my freshman year, it was hard not to log onto social media and see...
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