Personal Narrative: Coming To Randolph-Macon

My rite of passage was coming to Randolph-Macon. As I arrived at Randolph-Macon College on September 1st to begin my freshman year of college, I could not do anything but shake from being so nervous. My parents kept telling me that everything would come together and I would fit right in. I had never felt so out of place. Coming from a small private school, with a graduating class of 30, I could not bear to meet a freshman class that was as bigger than my hometown or my k-12 school. It was like I was a nightmare and no matter how many times I pinched myself, I could not wake up. I was trapped here without any friends or a vehicle to escape.
Coming to Randolph-Macon put me in culture shock. Where I am from it is common for students from both public and private schools to go to college for the first week or
I was skeptical about joining a sorority, but I was surprised after I went through rush I meet my new sisters and found my home away from home. When I put a homesick post on Facebook, I had 13 sisters comment on the post or message me making sure I was fine. Being from a town where everyone was caring and loving, made me think I would never find the same support system in college, but I found it in my sorority, Alpha Gamma Delta. I still believe if I did not join AGD then I would have gone home from the lack of emotional support.
Before I came to Randolph-Macon, I was narrow-minded, not social, and was against coming out of my comfort zone. My mindset before coming to college was that I could come to college for 4 years, coming home almost every weekend, and go right back home and work on the water or work in the office of my parent’s clam and oyster company. Now I have broadened my horizons and see myself doing so much more with my life. Making it through that terrible first week of college, I realized I could make it through anything and handle anything life threw to at