I only have 3 weeks of school left and I just can't believe it. I guess the saying is correct. Time does fly when you're having fun. My freshman year of college has been absolutely amazing. I've met so many wonderful people, learned so much about myself, and grown indefinitely.
I find that the dreams and aspirations I once had seem trivial and unimportant. I now have even bigger dreams, and success isn't the ultimate goal anymore. I've had many blues this year, but lets just say 85 percent of the time, I've been happy. Yay. This is much more happiness than when I was back at home, living under the tyranny of my father, which was no fun. It was actually pretty shitty, but this year, my father has opened up a lot to me, making me understand his mentality and his reasoning more. I guess I appreciate how strict he was with me because that has shaped me into the person I am today.
So now that 9 month school is rapidly coming to an end, I'm feeling pretty damn bittersweet. Yes, I'm looking forward to summer fun, but I can't help but to feel sad about leaving the dorm life. I will no longer have the accessibility of friends just a few doors away or be able to get people together to eat dinner at the dining commons. I actually have to cook my own meals, clean my own bathroom, pay rent, and I guess, just grow up. It's scary and sad, yet a part of me is excited to become more mature of an individual.
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