“Shidduchim, Ma? I just got back... I’m looking into college programs. One thing at a time, no?”
Just when I was actually starting to enjoy the seminary experience, it was suddenly over.
I know I’m not the only one who had to deal with this, my classmates all went through the same, but still, it was different for me.
I don’t have an easy time getting used to new situations. It’s just my personality, I like what I’m used to, and seminary was a huuuuge step out of my comfort zone. I was excited to go, and the classes were incredible, but dorm life was hard for me on so many levels. My messy roommate, who left her stuff all over the room, the noise in the hallways that my sound machine barely muffled, and the food, with its strange, unfamiliar taste. I had crackers for supper pretty often.
And all that’s even before talking about friends. I don’t know, are my social skills lacking, is it introversion, is it shyness or anxiety, or is it just me? Building up relationships from nod-in-the-hallway to say-hello to stop-and-talk was a tedious, step-by-step process on my end. I’ll admit, I had a few flashbacks to those tutoring sessions years ago that Ma made me take, “tutoring” being a euphemism for “someone to help you learn social skills.”
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