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Three more weeks of class and I will officially be done with my first year of college. I'm not quite sure where all that time went, but I think I have a good idea. There's a lot that I have to take from my experiences here, mainly because this world that I've grown into was something completely unknown to me, but also because of the changes that the transition forced me to make in a life that was less than it could have been. My life now is by no means perfect, but I had some work to do before and the past 8 or 9 months have gotten some of that out of the way. My life has never felt so complete, even with all the broken and missing pieces.
Next year, I will be living in an apartment with some of the coolest guys in Athens. I will be taking a course in creative writing, working towards a publication in a scientific scholarly journal, and (hopefully) start writing for the Red and Black, the UGA newspaper. I will be cooking for myself, sleeping in a room that is entirely my own, and taking charge of what is mine in this world. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I will be taking time for me, time to pursue what it is that I really want and to set my life in order.
Before I knew it, a year of my life has passed. Childhood doesn't last forever, these days of freedom are setting faster than they seem to. There are certain things I want my life to encompass before the story ends. Sitting around is not going to write those chapters, nor am I until I make the move.
It also helps to have a little encouragement along the way, the acknoweldgement of which I am too long overdue.
Coming to college has made me feel old. And ready.
Next year, I will be living in an apartment with some of the coolest guys in Athens. I will be taking a course in creative writing, working towards a publication in a scientific scholarly journal, and (hopefully) start writing for the Red and Black, the UGA newspaper. I will be cooking for myself, sleeping in a room that is entirely my own, and taking charge of what is mine in this world. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I will be taking time for me, time to pursue what it is that I really want and to set my life in order.
Before I knew it, a year of my life has passed. Childhood doesn't last forever, these days of freedom are setting faster than they seem to. There are certain things I want my life to encompass before the story ends. Sitting around is not going to write those chapters, nor am I until I make the move.
It also helps to have a little encouragement along the way, the acknoweldgement of which I am too long overdue.
Coming to college has made me feel old. And ready.