Home Away From Home
This break has solidified the fact that my home is at Marist, not Monroe. I live out of a suitcase in my parent's house and I miss all my friends and all the craziness in Marist. It used to be going to school and waiting until I go home. Now, it's waiting in Monroe to go home to Marist. Thank you so much all of the gang at Marist (no names need to mentioned, you all know who you are. You've made this first semester great and I can't wait until the next one.