This Isn’t High School Anymore

May 21st, 2011 was a day that changed my life and wrote down in a book, entitled Jacquelyn Nichelé Jackson, the next chapter of my life. Soon as my name was called and I walked across the stage at the Georgia Dome, I knew I was a graduate. Not only was I a graduate, but I was also considered a college woman. Joy sprung into my heart as I knew that I was to be transitioning from high school to college within a few short months, and there was so much left to do on my check list. As time grew closer to the day of move in I grew more anxious and when that day finally arrived, the adrenaline that rushed through my body could not be contained. As I stepped onto the campus of Clark Atlanta University I knew a lot of stuff had to change because this isn’t high school anymore. You were able to express yourself and wear what you pleased, there was a greater variety of food and school had become your new home away from home. Welcome to the college life. In high school, the instant you walked into the building with a skirt or shorts that did not reach your finger tips, you had on leggings or a too revealing shirt, you were either sent home if you could not produce clothing that could cover yourself or you would be sent to ISS (In-School Suspension). They believed that the way you dressed, girls or boys, caused distractions to the class and a proper education would not be taught. They also insisted that we dress appropriately for our self-respect. Yet in college, the professors and staff do not care what you wear to class, though they believe that all students are scholars and should dress like a scholar because you do not know who you may meet whenever, or wherever you go. Most scholars do not dress like scholars though because since now we have the freedom to wear anything we want to class. Eventually, the do’s and don’ts of what to wear will eventually be known and learned, but as of not this isn’t high school anymore. Monday through Friday would never be a surprise. The same food would be served continuously, except on holidays the staff may switch the menu. Pizza on Mondays, pot pie on Tuesdays, nachos on Wednesdays, chicken on Thursdays and cheese fries on Friday. The order may switch sometimes, but the food would always be reused. Lunch was never the high light of high school, nor breakfast. Breakfast would always be a surprise. It was sometimes breakfast food you’ve never heard of that would leave a nasty taste in your mouth by its name. Though you may not want it, you would always be hungry having no choice but to grab some food before the line closed. Once arriving at Clark Atlanta University, the food served was phenomenal. Sometimes we would have repeats of meals, but there was always something new to try. Breakfast, lunch and dinner were never dull. Though their food seemed to be appetizing, it soon lost its lust and now fills my stomach with pain. You have to catch the café on a good day to get food that taste seasoned and appealing. Am I sure this isn’t high school anymore? Leaving my bed meant for two, being surrounded by my own four walls with my own bathroom was a big change. I miss the nights I could close the door and not see any ones face but my own, turning my TV or music up as loud as I pleased. I miss the home cooked meals and the monthly food stamps that ensured that whatever food we purchased would be food that appealed to me. The kitchen was always at disagreement with me when I had to clean it daily, but the advantage of being able to cook whatever, whenever makes me wish home was near. The local stores and Wal-Mart that stays open 24/7 are attractions that could not be overcome. Yet, I live in the CAU Suites, my home away from home, where there is no stove, food is scarce, my space has to be shared and the hallways are filled with abundant girls who do not know the definition of sleep and quiet. When I come home from school, I’m still at school; there is no escaping Clark Atlanta University. This definitely isn’t high school anymore. The steps I’ve made to get to the places I am at now have been dramatic. These changes are for the better though. I’m slowly being given the freedom of self expression, expanding my taste buds and searching for my new permanent home. From the beginning of May 24,, 2011 I have changed physically, emotionally and personally. I am now a college woman on my way to becoming a career woman in New York City. This surely isn’t high school anymore. Do you remember your what transformation you went through after graduation?