Roanoke Personal Narrative

I remembering sitting on a bench out in front of my dorm feeling the first crisp notes of Autumn in the air as I noted the impossible beauty of rolling Virginian mountains turning from lush green to a fiery range of red and orange. In the nine months I lived there, there were aspects of Roanoke, Virginia that I fell in love with; the miniscule difference in the smell of the seasons, the homey feel of the coffee shop around the corner, the view of the sun settling atop the breathtaking landscape as I stepped out of the dining hall. For a long time, I wanted these little pieces to be enough for me to call Roanoke College my home, but something always held me back.
Nothing has ever stopped me in my tracks like the depression I experienced during that time. In my senior year of highschool most of my peers noticed that I’d carry around a notebook and at any given time, I may have become entirely unreachable as I scribbled my thoughts down. Plain and simply, I was a writer. It’s one of the things that my friends at Roanoke never got to know about me because at some point the things that I thought defined me peeled away. I was devastated by my inability to recognize myself. There was a weight attached to everything I wanted to do. My basic responsibilities felt near impossible and induced panic. Despite being an honors student previously excited for the …show more content…
For years, I thought it was okay just barely getting by on a day to day basis. Now I feel like I’m taking advantage of my time to make myself better. I’ve become more confident in every aspect of my life. It’s made me the type of student that’s excited to have a voice in the classroom, the type of employee that knows the value of hard work, and the type of writer that’s comfortable pouring out pages of ink for one good one. I’m not quite the same person as before but I’ve picked up the pieces that make me feel at home in my own

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