The end
This is so unbelieveable, my freshman year of college is almost at an end. My last final is on the 11th and I leave on the 12th, and then it will be officially over. It's just so weird to be going to my English final to turn in my final english paper...ever...and to be packing up my room when pere gets here. I've made this place my home and it's such a weird concept to be leaving it now. And to be leaving these people. It has kinda felt like a really long dance camp, with a couple of academic classes and the Hepcats on the side. But living in the dorm again and then leaving it, it's so weird.
You know, as crappy as my year started out here, I seem to really have found my niche and it's gotten amazing. My friends are all amazing and I can't believe I'm not going to see them for a whole summer. They've become like family and to not go to classes and rehearse and gossip and party together for that whole time, it's gonna be hard. Kinda sad really. I can't wait to come home, but at the same time, I don't want to leave.
I just can't believe it's over.
You know, as crappy as my year started out here, I seem to really have found my niche and it's gotten amazing. My friends are all amazing and I can't believe I'm not going to see them for a whole summer. They've become like family and to not go to classes and rehearse and gossip and party together for that whole time, it's gonna be hard. Kinda sad really. I can't wait to come home, but at the same time, I don't want to leave.
I just can't believe it's over.