Eventually I transferred from Billings to Bozeman to complete my undergrad work. But to get there, I first had to test the waters.
To do so, I relied on my older brother, once again, to help plug me into the right social groups, vouch for my sanity, and have my back in case I messed up.
It was a lot easier than dipping my toe into high school, because by 18/19 years old, I had the performance down quite well.