By: Taylor Foote
Nothing gives the impression of becoming a Milligan buffalo like hauling 70-some-odd pounds of your personal belongings up three flights of stairs. With a lack confidence and a copious amount of sweat at the brow, it seemed like such an easy escape to climb back into the air-conditioned Honda and drive home. However, I was in too deep. With my student identification card and dorm room key, there was no turning back.
The idea that I was actually stepping out of childhood didn’t strike me until the final hug from my parents. After two bear hugs from the arms of my sweaty parents, I was on my way to starting a new chapter in my life. Life had changed at that moment, and there was no turning back. I had passed the point of no return.
The rest of the day was full of awkward encounters with overly ecstatic resident assistants and numerous “welcomes” and “hellos” from a number of people that I could not possibly memorize the names of. It became apparent that I was not alone, as I was surrounded by other teenagers full of anxiety. Every freshman in Webb, Sutton and Hart seemed to be feeling the same way. The awkward façade that I had put up needed to come down, and it was time to become a part of the Webb legacy.
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