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I had a rough time my first semester, total and complete culture shock. My car got broken into. I slept in and cut classes. I became withdrawn and lost all the friends I initially made. Didn't know which way was up; didn't know what the hell to do with myself. Met some bad people, started doing drugs. I ran back to mommy like a pansy after my the first semester, huge mistake, both for practical reasons and self-esteem reasons. It sort of, uh, set a pattern for me that lasted years. Plus a ticket straight to the 6 year graduation plan.
My advice: tough it out, everyone's in the same boat. There will be someone there to hook up with. But you gotta go look, it won't come to you.
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