Freshman year, first quarter
Please comment.. When I surveyed my list of colleges that I had been accepted to, the only thing on my mind was getting as far away from home as possible. My father hated me. I hated my father.. I had zero friends that wanted to be around me after I came out senior year. All that shit about people coming to accept who you are was total bull. Then again, maybe I hadn’t given them enough time. So I headed north to a little college in Vermont where I knew no one. I was going to start fresh and state clearly who I was from the get-go. No more messing around. I was going to be Scott, the same chill kid I was back home and I wasn’t going to let anyone mess with me. …