Greek Life
The first semester of my freshman year of college consisted of the same schedule every week. I would go to school and then straight to work on the days I had it after class. All my friends were away, so I had nothing to do on weekends. Throughout my entire first semester, I began to get depressed. My friends weren’t home, and I was alone. I had no one to talk to or hang out with. My weekends consisted of me staying home while watching snapchat stories of everyone having the times of their lives. College is supposed to be the time where you meet the people who impact your life. My friends found theirs and I had no one. I knew I had to do something at school. I had to get involved in one way or another; I didn't know what to do. There were so many clubs, and I didn't want to make the wrong decision. My social anxieties were coming in quicker and harder than ever. I was unsure of what to do, and hopeless. I debated on whether to get involv...