At 18, you think you’re are a grown up, and wish more people would treat you like you are.
At 22, you know you’re supposed to be a grown up, but wish more people would stop treating you like you already are.
At 18 you’re anxious to make friends, to fit in, to flirt with cute guys at parties.
At 22 you’re anxious to stand out, to make your mark, to flirt with adventure.
At 18 you aim to follow the style of the other girls on campus.
At 22 you’ve developed your own idea of fashion, and understand which trends work for you.
At 18 you follow your heart, because you truly believe it will lead you in the right direction.
At 22 you’re more cautious, your heart has betrayed you, so you learn to take your brain with you.
At 18 you hang up posters of Audrey Hepburn and quote Marilyn Monroe.
At 22 your walls are covered with photos of all the new friends you’ve made, and memorable lyrics from your new favorite indie band.
At 18 you choke down shots within the walls of sticky fraternity parties.
At 22 you sip mimosas over brunch with your besties.
At 18 your happy because you’re finally free to become your own person.
At 22 you realize how much of the person you hope to become is shaped by the people who have always been important to you.
At 18 your steadfast in your beliefs, your sense of identity, who you want to become.
At 22 you’ve pushed your beliefs and realized growth requires change.
At 18 you’re concerned about choosing the top sorority, easiest professors and cutest guy to take to formal.
At 22 you’re concerned about choosing the right major (Oh no, I screwed that one up!), the best career, and like actually finding a grown up place to live.
Reflecting back on the past four years of my life has helped me to realize how much college life has shaped me as a person. I didn’t consider myself a particularly sheltered 18 year old, but I think back on my decisions and more importantly the way I thought about the world around me and I see such a drastic shift. It certainly makes me wonder who I will be four years from now (at 26…eek!) and how I will view my 22 year old self.