Comfort Zones

I'm a student at Metro, and, unlike when I was a student at CSU or Red Rocks, I'm branching out of my comfort zone. I've explored the library (though I still haven't found anything I need to actually check out, so I'm still not sure how that whole process works at Metro, or at CSU or Red Rocks for that matter), and I've explored the campus (the 9th street historical walk thingie is really cool, and I might just lay out on the grass one of these days), and left the areas of expertise (I've visited the student lounges on the West Classroom, the Art building, as well as the Science building).

I've talked with people I didn't know and probably will never meet again at lunch at Einstein's (how cool that there's a bagel place in the middle of campus?). I've participated in the massive religious discussions (playing my normal role as devil's advocate). I've listened to the bands outside the Tivoli, and I've even talked with my fellow students (and my professors) outside of class.

But, I'm still in my comfort zone, even if it's edges are a little thinner, and the peripheral of the zone is larger. I'm still in college, still in school, the one place in life that I've felt truly comfortable in. I think that's one of the many reasons I want to be a teacher. I'm not going to have to leave my comfort zone even when I leave college. I'll still be within the loving arms of academia, safe from the wilds of the corporate world.

When I think about it like that, I get a little bit afraid. Because, like most people, I'm afraid of change, and leaving my comfort zone, that's a lot of change.