About a year ago, I graduated from high school. I spent the whole summer worrying about how I would cope with college life. I don't think I can put into words how freaked out I was about starting my freshman year.
There are ten days of class left in my freshman year. It's incredibly surreal--I think somewhere in the back of my mind, I was convinced that I'd spontaneously combust or something before I reached this point.
I didn't (as you may have noticed). In fact, I dare to say that I've thrived in this year.
Weird how things never seem to go as planned.
Even weirder how they work out for the better, even when you're not trying.
5 days ago
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W00t! You survived year one!
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