Imagine yourself, stepping out of an airport. You are in a new place, with climate/weather/geography like you have never seen before. Instantly, you feel the suns rays warm up your skin, as you look out to what seems to be an infinite amounts of palm trees. Over those palm trees, a beautiful clear sky with a baby blue tint spans hundreds of miles. Only the most stuck up business man or angered old man could not enjoy this beautiful sight.
A hearty grin appeared on my face that seemed to stretch as far as the Joker's did from Batman: The Dark Night. I have finally arrived to Tucson, Arizona! Now it is time to start the next chapter of my life. I was attending the University of Arizona as a geography major, with no real aspirations on becoming a geographer, but who cares right! It's all about the parties! Let me tell you, the first month was incredible, I saw the most jaw dropping orange and purple streaked sun sets, which ignited thousands of crazy kids and beautiful women to start partying their faces off. It was absolute paradise; I almost lost touch with myself. Every day was a party, with pools and loud music that any kid would kill to experience. Yet, something wasn't right. The people here were different then from back home. They all seemed to brag about their own material goods and about cheating on their girlfriends all the time, which is nothing I would ever want to hear or do. Yet because of lack of preparation for college, I was always hanging out and never doing my work, being exposed to these horrible people 24/7 that were my closest "friends". Suddenly, a hatred for Arizona boiled up inside of me as I began to this taste the extremely dry air which was almost like breathing in sand paper. I looked towards the blue sky and palm trees, and began to see the emptiness in the sky and the chipping wood and termite infestations that took place in most of the palm trees. This place seemed fake. It is almost like a different planet from where I grew up. I'm from the cold, rude, but proud city of Boston, the polar opposite of Tucson, Arizona. Everyday started to become like a chore to wake up to, even to "perfect weather" to wake up to everyday, as I become more and more homesick. I was missing my sweet nectar that is Boston's clam chowder or the bipolar ever changing weather. It showed me that no place is perfect, and Tucson, Arizona was certainly the farthest from it. It came to the point where I couldn't focus on school anymore and stopped attending classes all together, just waiting for my escape from this place. My clothes and materials started accumulating up, creating a thick canopy that was as deep as those dirty ball pits they had at lousy McDonalds or Burger King's when I was young. There is no way around it, I was a mess. I couldn't take care of myself, simply because I never learned so adjusted to my dependence on my parents. I couldn't emancipate myself, since I never prepared for it. After forcing myself to suffer the semester out doing absolutely nothing, I finally got back home to angered parents as I had failed out. But after hard work at a community college near by and at a job, I figured out what is important for success at a college and how to achieve it. Now my second shot at leaving home, Columbia College, will not be a failure.
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