Freshman year of college . . . no-one ever tells you how it will really be. It is your chance to discover freedom, to discover domesticity, to discover who you are.
No-one ever tells you that you will be up late into the night running around bare foot in the Cloistsers.
No-one ever tells you that you will be running up and down your hall in a shopping cart.
No-one ever tells you that you will have intense Celtic study picnics in the hall.
No-one ever tells you that you will sit on a ledge outside the window with a blanket and pillows at midnight.
No-one ever tells you that you will spend the night finger-painting and colouring pictures like a five-year old.
No-one ever tells you that you will be forest nymphs dancing on the wall in the mystery of the night.
No-one ever tells you that you will be rolling down hills.
No-one ever tells you that you will be up at doing a Harry Potter jigsaw puzzle in the wee hours of the morning.
No-one ever tells you that you will climb up walls and jump over fences.
No-one ever tells you that you will use tea bags for arts and crafts not tea.
College is what you make it. I have memories to last a lifetime and it has only been three months into freshman year. Who knows what these next four years will hold, but I know I will live each day (and night) to the fullest because you never know which one will be your last.
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