The first semester of "higher education,"
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the first time not going to school at dear old AF High
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making memories with the incredible friends whom I love and miss so much.
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And so ends the first time being in classes with over 100, and occasionally 600, people.
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The first semester where grades didn't matter to me so much
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where I learned what it was like not to always do well
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and I got my first C.
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And so ends the semester of way too many tears
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prayers of despair and loneliness
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and facades to hide the hurt I was feeling.
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So ends the semester of losing my best friend
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to the Lord
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but still feeling hurt and sadness.
And here's to the beginning of a new semester.
One in which I will try even harder to do my best.
One where I'll study more because I actually know what I'm doing
because I've done it before.
And so begins a semester for which I'll enjoy being on campus because my best friend will no longer be a 5 minute walk away yet there is a bajillion feet high brick wall separating us.
A semester where we'll both be living the lives we're supposed to live yet remaining best friends.
And so begins a semester of living in a new home away from home.
Where I'll be on my own.
Living the life of a college student.
Living like a real adult.
Buying my own food.
Going to bed whenever I want.
Doing whatever I please whenever I please.
And best of all?
Writing my own, new story.
