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my first year of college is almost over.
i was just looking up something on the fsu housing website, and i feel like just yesterday i received the letter in the mail with my housing assignment, and i would go shopping with my mom to get stuff for my room, and i was nervous about school, and everything was carefree and confusing and exciting.
now, here i am, with five weeks left in the semester. it has flown so quickly, it's ridiculous. and it's bittersweet. in a way, i don't want to go home for the summer. i want to move into my house and decorate my room and hang out with people and go to dollar movies and baseball games and eat at suwannee and sit on landis and read. but i know that once i get home and i get a job and the good ol' ridgeview gang is reunited once again everything will be wonderful. i'll sleep in late and go to the gym and we'll go to the movies and make late-night trips to steak 'n' shake and chill at my house and have sleepovers and maybe even hit up the beach. and hopefully i'll make a few road trips back here and to tampa and vero beach and fort meyers and wherever else my friends live and they'll come to orange park and visit me and my old friends will meet my new friends and the summer will be blissful and relaxing and soon enough school will start again...
i never understood how time seems to go faster when you get older, but it's so true.
i don't know where the last hour went. i guess i should finish my paper.
i was just looking up something on the fsu housing website, and i feel like just yesterday i received the letter in the mail with my housing assignment, and i would go shopping with my mom to get stuff for my room, and i was nervous about school, and everything was carefree and confusing and exciting.
now, here i am, with five weeks left in the semester. it has flown so quickly, it's ridiculous. and it's bittersweet. in a way, i don't want to go home for the summer. i want to move into my house and decorate my room and hang out with people and go to dollar movies and baseball games and eat at suwannee and sit on landis and read. but i know that once i get home and i get a job and the good ol' ridgeview gang is reunited once again everything will be wonderful. i'll sleep in late and go to the gym and we'll go to the movies and make late-night trips to steak 'n' shake and chill at my house and have sleepovers and maybe even hit up the beach. and hopefully i'll make a few road trips back here and to tampa and vero beach and fort meyers and wherever else my friends live and they'll come to orange park and visit me and my old friends will meet my new friends and the summer will be blissful and relaxing and soon enough school will start again...
i never understood how time seems to go faster when you get older, but it's so true.
i don't know where the last hour went. i guess i should finish my paper.