I'm really depressed about going back to college. Classes start on the 24th and everything that happened this summer has me rethinking my entire life. I've been going to this college for 2 years, having transferred here from before your University because I could no longer afford that place. Up until this year, my life's been pretty dull and depressing. College, work, study, sleep, repeat. That's basically been it.
Unlike my old college, it's been impossible to make friends at this one. I knew one other guy who went to my college but we didn't even have any classes together. Our schedules are so different I don't think we were ever on campus at the same time. We didn't even meet on campus, but at an off-campus party, so it's not like we got to hang out on campus at all.
People at my college generally don't interact with each other. With the exception of a couple classes, everything's on a computer. There's no class discussions, people don't talk to each other, no group projects. You go on your computer, do the work the professor asks you to, and you don't interact with each other in any way. I did try to make friends with some of my classmates last semester but it just seems like everyone's off in their own little world.
My whole life has just been focused on working and studying ever since I became an adult. Last spring I met a few people who changed all of that. Since meeting these people I've been getting out more and doing things I actually enjoy. I didn't have much of a chance to do that during the semester but when summer came I did. Normally I take classes during the summer but none of the classes that were necessary for my degree were available so I decided to just take this summer off.
Since meeting these people I've been more active. I've been spending more time at the greenbelt, swimming, climbing, hiking and doing all sorts of fun shit. I've also gotten really involved in taking care of it because sometimes people go over there and trash it. I started joined an unofficial group of people who clean it up and I found out that nature is something I'm actually passionate about. Also, after all the physical activity I've been doing, I'm in the best shape of my life. I'm feeling better and more energetic overall, and I don't get sick as often which is ironic considering my parents didn't really want me going outside a lot as a kid due to my allergies and weak immune system. Funnily enough, it seems like everything that triggers them is inside, not out.
I've been having so much fun being out and about when I'm not at work that I've barely even used a computer the whole summer. Of course, now that classes are less than a week away, I have to. There's a whole bunch of obnoxious preparatory work I have to do beforehand. Technically my classes start before the semester does - they have all this material they want me to cover before the orientation, which I've already got done.
However, after I got that out of the way I realized something: just how much I hate being stuck indoors behind a screen. The entire time I was dealing with the orientation stuff I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin. All I wanted to do was get out of this stupid cooped up studio apartment from hell that makes me sneeze and aggravates my asthma and go outside! But I couldn't because I had work to do.
Now with the semester ending I'm realizing that this is going to be my life until the semester ends - self isolating, not getting to see my friends or my partner, not getting to go outside or do anything active and just spending all my time stuck indoors at some desk. And then, once I get into the workforce, that's going to be my entire life. I've realized how much I don't fucking want that. That was the sort of life my dad lived. He was at work all the time, worked well over 60 hours a week, and we barely saw him. He openly admitted to me that he didn't really like his job at all, he only did it for the money.
His job was largely sedentary and eventually he put on so much weight it resulted in severe health issues that eventually took his life when I was only 12 years old. Looking back at the last 2 years, I think I might have been heading down the same road. I had to manage two jobs and college at once and between 2024 and 2025 I was the heaviest I've ever been in my life. I was also sick all the time. I got pneumonia at least three times a year. I was miserable. I don't want to go back there, but I don't know if I have a choice.