Freshman year, first quarter

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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.

I arrived for orientation three days before class started with little more than my laptop and a big suitcase of clothes. My books were waiting for me at the campus library. I needed little else. Orientation didn’t officially start till noon the next day and my room mate had yet to arrive. I was nervous about that aspect of college because if I was going to be Scott, I was going to be gay too.. I figured it was best to make that clear to my roomie.

After some unpacking, I switched on Hulu for a couple of hours and went to bed. Still no roomie.

In the morning, I went for a run, grabbed my first college meal in the center-house, and got ready for the orientation events. I went back to my room just an hour before orientation and discovered Mark from Minnesota, my new room mate. We made our introductions. He was going far away from home for the thrill of it, a ROTC guy, medium height, buff. He had black hair and soft blue eyes. I kind of liked him and he seemed cool enough.

We left for orientation together and for the next few days we stuck together, met people in our dorm and settled into the new college life. It wasn’t until about a month into school that I finally came out to him.

It was a Friday where there seemed to be nothing going on. I was doing some reading and he was playing some video games. After a while, he asked if I wanted to grab a bite to eat for dinner. On the way to the center-house he started talking about some girl he had blue balls for back in Minnesota which I was feigning any attention to.