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A sudden change Although I left my home in the Netherlands already three weeks ago, the last
day as a non-Centre student is not a normal one. There’s a mixed feeling about the
whole process of becoming a student; am I scared, excited, nervous, or calm? You
tell me, I don’t know it. Probably all of them.
However,
and I’ve got to be honest about it, this “day before Centre” is not as
emotional as “the morning before America.” That morning I had a hard time when
I suddenly realized that within a couple weeks I wouldn’t be a child anymore. I'd
be a real grown-up who has to take care of himself. No more mom's food (or dad's,
it depends on what kind of food), no more washed clothes, and no more cleaned
room. I have to do all of that on my own from now on. |
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