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Freshman Year || Somehow it’s Over?
I’m sitting outside in the sunshine at one of the picnic tables by the science building. Everything is finally fully blossomed and green, and currently bathed in sunlight. There’s the nicest breeze floating through the air, and after just finishing my third final exam of the week, I am happy. It may sound like a cliche, but in all honesty, I have literally no idea how the year is over. I remember moving in so vividly-the fear, the anxiety, the excitement; how hot it was, not knowing where anything is, feeling small. Somehow, freshman year has flown by-the memories made, the classes finished, final exams taking their toll on us…
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Eighteen
May 5, 1999. May 5, 2017. Eighteen years. I can’t quite fathom how quickly time flies. I know, it sounds silly, but I remember everything, so clearly, so vividly, and it seems like I was a little kid just yesterday. Instead, I’m finishing up senior year. Graduation is next month. College starts in the fall. There are so many changes ahead in the coming months, and this next year is going to be one for the books. I’m sure of it. Birthdays, to me, are nostalgic. Birthdays are fluffy yellow cakes with billowy chocolate icing, dotted with colorful sprinkles. Birthdays are candlelight and flickering shadows and smiles. Birthdays are celebrations, victories, good…
