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college is...different. there's no comparison to real life. it's just so messed up and yet it works so well and i'm really enjoying it. it's just weird to think that this time last year i'd be at the field hockey spaghetti supper or working last-minute on a calc packet or trying to get through the ox-bow incident without falling asleep and bemoaning the lack of sparknotes.
and here i am, just hanging around. trying to keep in touch, contemplating my calc lecture and what dining hall to try next. and breakfast? a thing of the past. i figure i'll either sleep through it most days or just grab a granola bar on the way out. because, honestly, isn't sleep more important?
this time last year sleep was already becoming a delerium dream and the world was getting too small. nowadays...well, now i'm one of 4000 who matricu-marched it up yesterday and i'm a bit lost to be honest. but that's alright. i'm sure i'll figure it out eventually.
visiting time. i like doing that.
and here i am, just hanging around. trying to keep in touch, contemplating my calc lecture and what dining hall to try next. and breakfast? a thing of the past. i figure i'll either sleep through it most days or just grab a granola bar on the way out. because, honestly, isn't sleep more important?
this time last year sleep was already becoming a delerium dream and the world was getting too small. nowadays...well, now i'm one of 4000 who matricu-marched it up yesterday and i'm a bit lost to be honest. but that's alright. i'm sure i'll figure it out eventually.
visiting time. i like doing that.