It’s been two weeks—the novelty is gone. Now we’re down to the real Blacksburg we all know and love—party, party, party. And I for one can’t stand it. Don’t get me wrong, it was a lot of fun the first couple nights: dancing, having a good time, getting to know the group you came with. But now, that’s all there is to do around here. It’s like a set rhythm—Friday’s here, let’s go drink. You can’t go anywhere and not be immersed in the school. Everywhere you turn, it’s VT this or Hokie that. You can never get away; everything is somehow connected to this place. And for some people, that’s great—but not for me. I just want to get away from the school, to do something independent of the orange and maroon—but I can’t. Culture. Diversity. Where did it go? Everyone is the same: Abercrombie wearing, white, middle class. Don’t get me wrong, they’re really nice people, but they’re all the same. I’ve met so many people and I can’t seem to find anyone who isn’t like the person I met before them. What happened to depth? What about personality? I for one don’t like to conform; I do what I do because I like it. Am I the only one? It seems everywhere I turn I see someone walking around with those strange looking plaid shorts, a polo shirt, and flip flops. I like to think that everyone is like a cake—with many layers. Here it seems like the entire school has just one layer (a beer flavored layer). There’s nothing to do here except find a party and go. Every night it’s the same thing, over and over. The town of Blacksburg doesn’t offer much itself either—trust me; I’ve walked it many times with many people. I’ve met some great people, I have a group of about 8-10 people that I hang out with everyday and they’re great, but I can’t spend the next four years of my life like this; with the same people. I understand that it’s a good education and that four years is little to pay for in the long run if it will help me secure a job, but I just can’t do it. I don’t know why, I just can’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’m having a great time; it’s a lot of fun here. But there’s got to be more to life than just fun. We goof off and joke around, make stupid videos, play sports, just normal things. But at the end of the day, when’s all said and done, what do you have left? It’s only been two weeks. It’s not that school is hard, I’m doing really well in all my classes and studying hard and all of that. I’m not homesick at all; I actually love the fact that I’m finally out on my own and living my own life. But I don’t like it here. The distance isn’t a concern—it’s the lifestyle; both the one I’m accustomed to and the one I’ve been thrown into. Going from the metro tri-state area to southern, rural Virginia was going to be a drastic change, and I knew that—I thought I was ready for it, but it’s not what I thought it would be. I need to be in a place with different kinds of people, different things to do, and culture—I need culture. I’m writing this at 10:15 on a Friday night. Why now? Because we’re getting ready to go to another party. Do I want to go? Not at all. Is there anything to do besides go? Not at all. So here I sit, about to leave my room and head to Phi Kappa Psi. No doubt it will be a nice time, but is it going to be fun tomorrow? Who knows. How about next weekend? We’ll see. I have no problem going up and introducing myself to strangers, I'm not shy and all and I've looked for different kinds of people, I really have, and I've found nothing. It's really long and I apologize. But how do I tell my parents that I don't want to play baseball anymore, that I don't want to go to school here anymore, that I want to go back to a city. Any city, as long as it has different kinds of people. Edit: I'm from the NY area and go to school at Virginia Tech.