On thursday, I mustered up enough courage to join a club, which is something that’s typically out of my comfort zone. I was nervous because I figured most of these people were already familiar with each other and had a set foundation for how everything was run, but I knew that if i wanted to get to know people in a new school I’d have to reach out. I chose G.L.A.S.S, the gender love and sexuality spectrum club, because I knew going into it that it meant a lot to me and would give me a safe space to not feel out of place and to feel comfortable and embraced. This would be a club that would allow me to represent myself and certain people in my life, and not only would I be educated on the struggles of the LGBTQ community, but I could share all of that knowledge with others, and help them to understand what our community stands for. When I was heading over, I was so anxious that I contemplated not going at all, but I knew that if I avoided that opportunity then and there, that I’d probably just avoid it completely. I missed my train so I was 25 minutes late to the first meeting, but even though i walked in late and was super clumsy and awkward – later becoming the center of attention, I was greeted with smiles, and I knew that this was an understanding group of people. The people who helped run the club all introduced themselves and we played a series of icebreakers to get to know each other, and my nerves had gone down because I was genuinely enjoying myself. Within that hour and a half, I knew I had made a choice that was going to going to make my time in college more exciting and comfortable than I had expected. 
