Module 5 Pre Questions

For me I think the beginning of adult hood started when I was when I turned 18 years old, I was in my Senior year of high school and felt like I was on top of the world.  Looking back on it now I can remember my parents saying to me, just because you turned 18 does not mean that you are an adult.  But I truly felt like one, I was making decisions on what college I want to go to and what I was going to do with the rest of my life. 


Once I was at college it truly was like a culture shock here I was an adult but I so badly wanted to run home and not be an adult any more.  I was horribly homesick and I just wanted to run home and be treated like a kid again or at least an adolescent.  This left me in a role crisis I wanted to be in college and an adult, yet I did not like being so far away from home dealing with all the adult things that I was dealing with.  Like being alone in the hospital for the first time making all the decisions myself and determining my own health care plan. 


There was no major person influenced me through this process.  The professors at my college truly treated us all like adult babies knowing that for many of us it was our first time being away from home and being on our own.  My parent were so supportive during this time of transition allowing me to come home on the weekends to get away from the stress and my issues with my horrible roommate. 


For me there really was no new task as I entered this role other than being on my own and figuring out how to pay for college on my own.  My parents had done an excellent job raising me to be independent and making choices on my own.  While I was in high school my last few years they let me go to the doctor on my own to learn how to make health care decision on my own.  The drastic change was figuring out my own money and how to pay for my phone bill. 


The stressful part of this transition was my issues with my health and my college roommate.  She did not want to live with someone that had a seizure disorder and often tried to get me out of the room.  Things did get better for me the second half of my Freshman Year in college when that horrible roommate had left college and I had a much better time in college.  By then I had adjusted to life in college and things were better. 


For me I dealt with the stress my going home on the weekends to the peaceful lifestyle that was there.  I was able to eat the food that I liked and I was able to totally relax.  The stress of the negative situation with my college roommate was often overwhelming and going home for 32 hours of rest and relaxation was what I needed at the time.  When I was at college I self medicated with caffeine, this was where my bad habit of soda drinking when I was stressed started and to this day I have had trouble getting rid of this bad habit.