<p>How old were you? </p>
<p>How did you get there? </p>
<p>Were you more scared than excited? </p>
<p>Did you go alone? </p>
<p>Who did you first meet? </p>
<p>What did you think of your dorm? </p>
<p>Just curious.</p>
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<li><p>I was 17. I went to college a year early because I had skipped a grade in elementary school.</p></li>
<li><p>I drove there with a family member, who then drove the car back home.</p></li>
<li><p>I wasn’t particularly scared or excited. Going to college was what I had expected to do; it was normal. It was also a lot better than home, where I had to cope with an alcoholic mother and a stepfather who wanted to have sex with me.</p></li>
<li><p>I didn’t go alone because someone gave me a ride. But the family member who drove to campus with me left within a couple of hours, so I was on my own from that point on. I had one high school classmate on the same campus, but we barely knew each other, so he didn’t count.</p></li>
<li><p>Besides the people at the handing-out-keys desk, the first person I met was my roommate. We disliked each other almost immediately and were no longer roommates by November.</p></li>
<li><p>It was a dump, but I had expected that because I deliberately chose the cheapest dorm on campus.</p></li>
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<li><p>I was 17, but turned 18 during orientation week. (I’d had a gap year or I’d have been young like Marian.)</p></li>
<li><p>I’d flown in from Tanzania, spent the previous day or two with local cousins, and gone to the airport to get my trunk out of customs. They drove me in with my suitcase and trunk.</p></li>
<li><p>Not scared, reasonably excited. Going to spend a year in France with a French family which I’d done the year before was a lot scarier and I’d already had two years of not living at home.</p></li>
<li><p>I didn’t go alone, my aunt and uncle dropped me off. They also dropped off a birthday cake later that week. :)</p></li>
<li><p>I think I met my roommate first. I liked her a lot. I’d asked for (among other things) someone who had traveled and it would be nice if she spoke German. She was Bengali, her family lived in Paris, and her mother was German. I was impressed that they actually read my application.</p></li>
<li><p>My room was much nicer than what I’d had in boarding school. It had two desks, a big leather arm chair, a decent sized closet, two bureaus, a bunk bed and space to swing a cat.</p></li>
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<p>How old were you? 18</p>
<p>How did you get there? drove myself</p>
<p>Were you more scared than excited? excited</p>
<p>Did you go alone? yes</p>
<p>Who did you first meet? my roomie</p>
<p>What did you think of your dorm? It was fine, I was just excited to be there!</p>
<p>1) I was 17 turning 18 in November. </p>
<p>2) plane</p>
<p>3) no and I had never even set foot on the campus.</p>
<p>4) yes</p>
<p>5) my roommate - though I must have checked in with an RA or something when I got there. We had nothing in common (she use to go home every weekend and go square dancing.) </p>
<p>6) It was coed by floor and I wasn’t crazy about that. I moved second semester with a friend into a dorm that was coed by room which I liked much better. The rooms were very typical though there were 4 huge rooms on the top floor with great views of the foothills surrounding Boulder. Lots of parties in those suites. I seem to recall there being a few huge rooms in the basement which were called the dungeons. CU only had housing for Freshman so after that I lived in houses off campus with friends (both girls and guys.)</p>
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<li>I didn’t skip, just born late in the year</li>
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<li><p>My parents drove me down, stayed for parents lunch and were on their way home (9 hours away)</p></li>
<li><p>Anxious for sure, but generally excited to be off on my own</p></li>
<li><p>I specifically wanted to go to a college far from home where no one from my high school was going, so in that sense I was alone and happy about it</p></li>
<li><p>My roommate was the first person I met. Shortly after that I met the RA and a bunch of other guys who wanted to play some touch football. After that off to orientation events and then a party at the Student Union. I remember that they served 3.2 beer and I was able to imbibe because the college had forgotten to put the stamp on my ID card that indicated I was under 18 (the legal age at the time)</p></li>
<li><p>Typical brick and cinderblock dorm of the period. It wasn’t home, but since I was living in the basement at home by that time it may have actually been a step up</p></li>
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<p>Hudson, I remember 3.2 beer, too. Ugh. It was a shock going from a state where the drinking age was 18 to one where it was 21. Not that it stopped us from drinking regular beer but it was just so weird.</p>
<p>For me, it was a shock going to a place where people drank alcohol. </p>
<p>At my high school, the drug of choice was marijuana. It was much easier to obtain than alcohol if you were under 18.</p>
<p>But at my college, alcohol was more popular than marijuana – which seemed weird.</p>
<p>Marian, both were popular at my school - among lots of other things. But it was the early 70’s.</p>
<p>I was 18. 8 hour drive from home; I got a ride from a friend’s mother (my parents were out of town, my friend was also going to the same school). Not scared, definitely excited, even though I had no real place to live (dorm rooms were in short supply and I initially needed to find a room to rent). That first quarter, I hung out a little with people I met in my courses with dorm mates that I met through high school friends, and with another high school friend who was also living off campus. Once I moved into a dorm, life got better, since it was far easier to socialize, find people to study with, and people to go out with for late night cookie runs.</p>
<p>I went to college @17 on a TRAIN with my Dad 1450 miles away and was uber excited. I was never able to go back and lived in my home city.
My wife and I accompanied our DD on a plane to her college 5000 miles away in 2009 and hope she comes back to live with us after college but afraid that history will repeat as she was even more excited to be @ her dream college.</p>
<p>How old were you? 18</p>
<p>How did you get there? car</p>
<p>Were you more scared than excited? excited and happy</p>
<p>Did you go alone? no, parents drove and dropped me off then left</p>
<p>Who did you first meet? the girls across the hall</p>
<p>What did you think of your dorm? great, it was a suite in a “nicer” building</p>
<p>How old were you? 17 (1968)</p>
<p>How did you get there? flew</p>
<p>Were you more scared than excited? no. scared of what?</p>
<p>Did you go alone? yes</p>
<p>Who did you first meet? RA, then a guy in the next room. My roommate got there several hours later.</p>
<p>What did you think of your dorm? I had visited before. It was what I expected, no more no less.</p>
<p>I enlisted after high school (age 17–had skipped a grade in elementary school), so didn’t go to college until age 20. Neither excited nor scared, for either experience. It just felt like what had to be done, kind of like work. Some parts are good, some parts are hard, but hate it or love it doesn’t change whether or not you have to do it.</p>
<p>How old were you? 17, though I turned 18 a few weeks later.</p>
<p>How did you get there? Mom and dad drove me and my stuff. </p>
<p>Were you more scared than excited? I remember myself as being mostly excited. However, my mom saved my first letter home and I sound PETRIFIED!!! (I may have become more frightened during orientation; it became evident that the other students were a lot better prepared academically than I was.)</p>
<p>Did you go alone? See above.</p>
<p>Who did you first meet? I’m really not positive. I THINK it was my suite mate, but the encounter was brief as we walked by her room with my stuff to get to my room. (She was on the look out for the arrival of her own roommate. ) Then I met my roommate. We roomed together sophomore and junior years too. (Both got singles as seniors.) </p>
<p>What did you think of your dorm? I liked it. When we saw the emergency doubles on the same floor, my roommate and I knew how lucky we were!</p>
<p>How old were you? – I was 18</p>
<p>How did you get there? – My mom drove me to the school. It was only about 10 miles from home. She just dropped me off and then left.</p>
<p>Were you more scared than excited? – More excited. I had been summer rushed by several fraternities on campus, so I had some experience with college aged kids. I had also taken some high school studies classes (a fun program, not for credit) on the campus for about two years. So, again, I was in familiar territory.</p>
<p>Did you go alone? – Yes</p>
<p>Who did you first meet? – Signed in (as I remember) and then called one of the fraternities to see if I could dump my suitcase off so I didn’t have to lug it around. It was against the rules for the fraternity to contact me at that point but they did it anyways as a favor. I ended up staying there that first night, and every night thereafter, as joined that fraternity. So I guess you could say I met my fraternity brothers first.</p>
<p>What did you think of your dorm? – Never stayed a night in a dorm.</p>
<p>I told DS as he was boarding the plane, to remember the story of Hansel & Gretel, and then gave DS a box of crackers. Also told him to heed my favorite bedtime story, Goldilocks and its variations.</p>
<p>How old were you ? Just turned 18</p>
<p>How did you get there? Drove my 1972 Ford Pinto</p>
<p>Were you more scared than excited? I should have been scared but wasn’t. I was very excited because my bf was at same college.</p>
<p>Did you go alone? No, my mother followed me in her car loaded down with my stuff. She helped me move in and left after a few hours to drive back home (1 hr. away)</p>
<p>Who did you meet first? I had met my roommate previously on a weekend visit (she was a soph) so I guess the next people I met were the two girls living in the room next door.</p>
<p>What did you think of your dorm? It was a ten story high rise which impressed me because I was fr. a tiny town with no building that tall. It was also very hot. My room was on the sixth floor with one small window and no air conditioning in the humid south.</p>
<p>How old were you? Just turned 18.</p>
<p>How did you get there? Flew from Germany to New York, then a connecting flight to California. Rented a car, I believe, and drove down.</p>
<p>Were you more scared than excited? No, I was definitely more excited!</p>
<p>Did you go alone? No way I would have been able to bring all I needed. My parents each came along with me and brought luggage for me.</p>
<p>Who did you first meet? A floormate down the hall.</p>
<p>What did you think of your dorm? Smaller than I imagined, but cozy and nice.</p>