First Year Over?

It's incredibly hard to believe that I arrived here in august completely not wanting to be here. I was scared of what I was about to embark on, and would much rather have stayed at home. This was my future so I had to be here and make the most of this opportunity. I quickly adapted and made some new friends. I never got to choose my schedule and was forced to take classes I was not interested in early in the morning, this resulted in me not waking up in time or not paying attention in class. My grades were average, but for me they were not good enough. I really was not interested in any of the classes though so I really just had to suffer through them. When it came time to pick classes for next semester I got everything that I wanted and have enjoyed most of them. This has resulted in A's in all of my classes but one. But when I look back on the year I don't think of my classes or my grades, I remember all of the memories I had with friends. This year was awesome it was filled with parties, riots, NCAA tournament, pranks, meeting new people, and creating new bonds with people I'll never forget. So many great times were had during this first year of college and I know for a fact that I won't be forgetting them anytime soon.