By Cara
Out of caution and nerves, I checked the oil and the tires while gassing up at the station at the top of Erica’s street. When I pulled up to her house, I realized it was the second time in two weeks that I’d knocked on her door; the first time was to give her a ride to the Lock-in overnight program College Bound had for their collegians. When I met Erica that first time, I liked her right away. She seemed honest and strong, and I had no idea how true those initial impressions would turn out to be.
Erica said she had been packed for days, and every time she passed by those boxes, she itched for the chance to unpack them in her first dorm room. But she didn’t know how she was going to get there. Erica’s Aunt Helen confided that she was seriously worried and that it was frustrating that after everything Erica had done to get into college, a major obstacle could be as simple as transportation. The family doesn’t own a car, so that’s why Erica needed a ride to the College Bound event the previous week, and why she needed a ride to college.
During the two-hour ride to school, Erica and I got a chance to get to know each other. Helen rode in the backseat, having sweetly declined the front so that Erica and I could get a chance to talk. And talk we did. Our conversation was almost exclusively about college; her courses, expectations for what college will be like, making friends. I could tell from her voice that Erica was really excited, though she remained outwardly calm. In talking with her, I realized she was much more mature and self-aware than I was when I was a freshman. She’d already figured out things it took me a few years of college to learn. She also has big goals for herself: she wants to work for Doctors without Borders, become trilingual, travel the world, and even live in France for a while. I’m confident she’s going to achieve anything she puts her mind to. Erica is an incredibly smart and also very wise young woman.
Once on campus, we unpacked Erica’s things and realized we needed to run to Wal Mart to grab a few dorm living essentials, like a shower caddy and a laundry bag. We had lunch at the Subway in Wal Mart after we were done shopping. Helen seemed relieved that we’d gotten Erica everything she was going to need. When we went back to campus, we met Jordan, Erica’s energetic and bubbly roommate from Kansas City. We all chatted a bit, took some pictures, and then Erica simply said she was ready, and that was our cue to go. As we said goodbye, there were tears, hugs, and a lot of last-minute advice.
On the ride back, at first Helen was quiet for a while, and said she was thinking about Erica. Helen thanked me for the ride, but I waved her off. It was such a pleasure to see Erica settling into her dorm, and to share in such an important day. Helen called Erica, and she picked up, but she was already out and exploring campus with her roommate.
I think she’s off to a great start.










