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Is it insane that my first year of college is 22 days from being over? Is it even more insane that a mere three years from now I'll be saying, "Isn't it insane that college is 22 days from being over? That I'll have to enter the real world?" I think it's beyond insane. It's surreal. I've had all these dreams and fantasies for the real world, and it's just on the other side of the mountain that I'm currently climbing at a brisk pace? Wow. Where do the years go? It doesn't seem possible that just last year, my biggest responsibility was comedyfest and passing AP exams. This summer is going to be weird. Really weird. I think I've managed to change so much without really becoming a different person. Does that make any sense? I felt well-adjusted before coming to college. I was ready to be here, but I still changed. I couldn't name how, but somehow. Wow. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I'm two days away from being able to count the class days of my freshman year on two hands. I am afraid of a sophomore slump. I'm afraid that I'll get my evaluation sheet from my hurdles with a big "REDIRECTED" stamp on it and I'll have to rethink my life. I don't think that will happen. The hurdles were amazing. Probably the best I've ever danced, and one of the best times I've ever sung. I'm awaiting the acting portion, but I know I've improved there as well. But there's always that fear. What if they tell me that what I've had my heart set on doing my whole life isn't for me? Is that possible? God. I need to stop writing. I'm freaking myself out. What a beautiful day outside. I think I'll go for a walk outside...ohhhh brade bunch.
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