Every week Bossy does a Ten-Word Tuesday. Today she asked her readers to describe their first day of college. Here’s mine:
Hallmark card from Mom in backpack. Bawling in poli/sci class.
I wasn’t exactly bawling, but the tears I’d been holding back since Mom and Dad walked out of my room on the Friday before started bubbling up again. I can’t help it. I’m an emotional person. My first crying session was when they left me and between then and my first class the only crying I’d done was in the shower. Where my new roommate, Heather, couldn’t see or hear me. Was I sad to be at college? No. Did I miss my parents that much already? Not that much, I assure you. I had blanket with me and really, that was enough. But I’m that kinda girl. Big steps in my life are HUGE for me. Never been one to handle change very well, even if it’s the kind of change that I know will bring tremendous, wonderful things.
Maybe if someone had told me that my future husband was in a room less than 100 yards away from me (one floor down and just one wing over), I might have been a bit more enthused about the whole thing.
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Oklahoma girl through-and-through. Writer, aspiring domestic goddess and totalitarian dictator. Taking on the world one carb-induced coma at a time. Founder of GodlyGals, a ministry for women established in 2002. Co-host of Picture Shows & Petticoats. 
So cool — to know he was so close. No one ever really knows the path until you’re on it. Cool.