By Graham "GSM" Matthews
As of May 19, 2014, my freshman year of college has officially come to an end. Shortly following my freshman year of high school, I dreamed of the day I could eventually off to college. At the time, I didn't know what college I wanted to attend or even what I wanted to major in, but I was still determined to attend college just so my high days would be over. Finally, after four long (treacherous) years, my high school tenure had come to an end and it was off to college. I had been accepted into Endicott College (my No. 1 school) the previous Christmas Eve to major in journalism. As excited as I was for the summer season and as great as it ended up being, I just wanted college to start. Granted, I was nervous for going off to college, but it wasn't just that I wanted high school to be over. That was only the half of it. I didn't want to be home anymore. I was in desperate need of a fresh change in scenery. I was getting sick of home, as opposed to homesick.
When you get your hopes high for something, you usually end up disappointed. I set my hopes high for college and how it was going to be a big improvement over high school, and surprisingly enough, those expectations were met and exceeded. That said, not everything about the college experience is perfect (nothing is), but as a whole, I certainly felt that my theory from Day 1 was proven: college is infinitely better than high school.