I was just standing there, blow-drying my hair in front of the mirror, when it hit me. In about two hours' time, maybe three, I will have taken my last final as a college sophomore. I'll officially be a junior, an upperclassmen. In a few weeks, I'll be moving into my first-ever house (that my parents don't own, that is), and in September I'll have an apartment of my very own. I'll be twenty years old in a few days. When did all this happen?
It seems like just a moment ago that my sisters and I were pretending that our loveseat was a flying carpet and singing "A Whole New World" as though we were really flying all around the world in one Arabian night. Now, here I am, (mostly) independent and on the verge of something big. I'm halfway through college. Two years, two very short years, separate me from the rest of my life and the Real World.
But I think I'm ready for it. I look at all I have and all I've done; I have a loving family, incredible friends, an amazing boyfriend; I'm consistently on the Dean's list and I'm in one of the best journalism programs in the country, certainly the best in the state. I may be shaky at times, but who isn't?
Yesterday was really depressing for me. This morning, I was angry enough to punch someone in the throat. Right now, I'm happy and content and nervous, but in a good way. I have such a good feeling about this summer, this year, this life.
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you better have good feelings about this summer, you better be ready for the craziest roller coaster ride of joyousness you can imagine. good times, good friends, good fun.
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