Sense of Place

If there were one place that I could be for the rest of my life, where I feel most at home, it would be at Florida Gulf Coast University. I came here as an excited freshman, 18 years old, fresh out of highschool. I was stoked. Parties, girls, pizza, video games. New friends, new drama, new problems, new opportunities. The opportunity to gain a college degree and better my future. A new sense of independence, no more curfew, no more parents telling me what I can and cannot do. The ability to have great success, and the grave chance of devastating failure.

It has been two years. I am still stoked. Parties, girls, too much pizza and probably too many video games. More new friends than I could have hoped for, luckily- not too much drama. New problems, and even more opportunities. I have my associates degree, and have a solid 3.72 GPA. My future looks bright, and haven't gotten into any trouble with my new independence. I go to bed early without a curfew, and I call my "nagging" parents every day(because, well, I miss them). The ability to have great success, and the grave chance of devastating failure.

I have become more involved, more mature. I have made mistakes, learned things the hard way. But I have never wronged anyone, and strive to be great. Because of this, I can walk around my school with my shoulders held high and a smile on my face. I am comfortable walking around my own campus, and am proud to be able to represent an IFC fraternity. I am proud to have good grades, and proud to be a student at FGCU.