"Experience is the Best Investment in Your Future."
This saying applies to when I went to Indiana University to live with the support program I chose. I expected my experience here to be like my time at the private boarding school I attended in high school: I would have no friends or rapport with staff; my self-esteem would be hanging by a thread made of only the intelligence and achievements I knew I had, even if no one else saw them. I tried to embrace the experience as a new chapter unrelated to my high school experience, and it did change things- for the worse. I could not rely on my academic achievements to garner praise from the staff because of their more significant concern over whether I could use the public bus system without acting bitchy (by the way, I behaved bitchy because the bus driver left me stranded on the other side of town) than whether I had the ability to write well. Now that I look back, this wasn't the right fit for me, despite their ability to leave the academics to me. I didn't get along with my peers, either. Just like how my classmates from high school obsessed over Disney princesses and anime (not that all the anime fans were toxic; some were actually very kind and tolerant people. There was just this one class weeaboo from my US government and world literature class that was problematic), these people obsessed over Nintendo and anime. I could not even go a full semester without having to drop out. It's better than getting expelled, at least.
Having realized how my experiences reflect my habit of making myself a target for judgment (I went to a high school where people admired beautiful things when I was interested in more grotesque and absurd things; as for my college peers, a lot of them were into a male-dominated field), I decided I wanted to b a novelist.