Strolling to class, I do not want to look awkward. What should I do? “I’ll listen to music.” Wait, I do not have my Airpods. I will just scroll through my socials so people think I am really busy.
I am six years old; it is lunch time. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich gets sat in front of me; “eat up,” says my mom. I struggle to chew as the bread starts sticking to the roof of my mouth. Half way done with the sandwich, “I’m done.”
Nobody quite prepares you for the day you leave your whole life, to move into a tiny room, only to be surrounded by thousands of strangers every day.