Age 18

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Where I Was Living Then

It has to be orientation day. Memorable for the obvious reasons like it being my first postsecondary school experience, but also because it was ArtCenter. Ever since I was in grade school I had aimed to attend this school, and the fact that I was here and was being acclimated into its system felt so surreal. I thought about how little me would be so proud.

My vivid memories from that age

I really began to grow closer to my younger brother at this point. Admittedly, he used to be an annoying sibling that I had to keep my eye on, but he began to grow exponentially and he changed as a person too. As funny as it may sound, I felt like he really started to recognize me as an older brother. Before, he’d mess around so much that I felt like he didn’t have much respect for me or his sister (older for him, younger for me), but as he grew more calm I began to notice how he perceived me especially. I saw the traits that make him unique and the ones that make him similar to me, and I was proud of that to an extent. Also living away from him too really exemplified this effect, so he was and still matters to me a lot.

The people, places, or objects that mattered to me

In the aforementioned AP class, my teacher would occasionally hold a trivia competition regarding the class materials. I won and the prize was a small unicorn sticker—I still have it.

What I was worried about or excited about

Worried and excited about going to college. Worried about the workload and meeting new people, but also excited about the latter and learning what I’ve always loved.

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