I sat in the back of every class. I didn't raise my hand. I didn't talk to anyone. I thought if I was quiet enough, no one would notice I didn't belong.
Then I realized: I was the only one who thought that. No one else was looking. No one else was judging. I was hiding for no reason.
I started sitting in the front. I started asking questions. I stayed after class to talk to professors. I went back to the photography club. I sat in the front this time. I introduced myself.
People were nice. They said: "Where were you last time?" I said: "In the back." They laughed. They didn't ask why.
Being new is hard. It's lonely. It's scary. It's not knowing where anything is. It's having no one to text. But it gets easier. Not fast. But it does.
I have one friend now. One is enough for now
Then I realized: I was the only one who thought that. No one else was looking. No one else was judging. I was hiding for no reason.
I started sitting in the front. I started asking questions. I stayed after class to talk to professors. I went back to the photography club. I sat in the front this time. I introduced myself.
People were nice. They said: "Where were you last time?" I said: "In the back." They laughed. They didn't ask why.
Being new is hard. It's lonely. It's scary. It's not knowing where anything is. It's having no one to text. But it gets easier. Not fast. But it does.
I have one friend now. One is enough for now