In high school, I was team captain of the volleyball team. We had practice, games and weight training most of the time and it was easy to stay in shape. I would go home and my parents would cook a healthy dinner while I "wrote my essays", "researched" and "did my labs" (or Facebook messaged my friends about someone's new status, which in fairness sometimes seemed like an essay due to extensive stalking). I would have dinner with my family, which, since my sister is a vegetarian, usually consisted of steamed vegetables and fresh tofu and like good California hippies there was usually quinoa or some other strange grain my Tennessee roommate has never heard of.
I came into Duke with great self-esteem. I felt awesome! I had a great group of friends and things that I loved to do at school. I was voted “most likely to be heard across campus” because I was confident and spirited and a welcomed, lovingly obnoxious presence at my medium-sized high school. I had it all going for me and I was ready to take on college and be flawless.
Duke was different. I struggled, and I really mean struggled, to find my group of friends in the beginning. I called home crying several times a week for a while.