However, all of these anxieties pale in comparison to the stress of accessorizing your freshman year with that high school boyfriend.You’ll eventually realize that he’s just that: baggage. I fell in love with Luke* when I was 16 and he was 20.What will you wear to class after after taking far too many shots and dancing in your underwear last night?
My sister and I crafted convoluted plots and schemes to convince my mom of his chivalry. After she realized how smitten we were with one another, she practically fell in love with him herself.
He sent me sweet texts every day, and I stayed out of trouble. We spent summers cuddling on the couch watching reruns of bad reality TV, attending the Renaissance Faire and babysitting his four-year-old brother.
By the middle of my freshman year, I realized being with Luke was holding me back. I shouldn’t have taken my high school boyfriend along with me to college and still think I could grow.
Rather than trying to find myself (by myself), I decided to stay in my own cocoon of comfort.
At the time, the age difference was a huge deal and I think that made our teenage lust even hotter.
Although our (ahem, my) parents forced our separation for a couple of months (“forever” in high school speak), we were determined to be together.Most people look back fondly on their high school sweethearts; I look across the table at mine at dinner every night.My husband and I met when I was a junior in high school, and we've been together for the last 17 years.Luke arrived at college with high school best friends in tow, but I didn’t know anyone when I came to the University of Wisconsin-Madison. So instead of co-existing in a mutually supportive relationship with Luke, I unknowingly escaped my college social life by staying with him.with the rest of my floor, I was busy making weekend movie plans with Luke.As a freshman, you will have anxiety about anything and everything.