Four weeks. One month. A lot has happened in that time. Major albums have been dropped (Keke, do you love me?), a lot of tennis matches were played, and a World Cup has come and gone, and most life-altering and heartbreaking, Justin Bieber got engaged. Yet, as time has passed, I have not moved on. There is not a day that goes by where I don't laugh about a shared joke, or smile at a fond memory, or check my phone for any messages. Line camp drastically changed my life. And as far as I can tell, there's no going back. You might be thinking line camp??? How do 3-and-a-half days change someone? Well, let me tell you it can, and it does.

Truth time: I was not looking forward to Line Camp. Every time I thought about it I would get a nervous feeling in my stomach and I felt like I was going to be sick. I have this rare 'disease' called Over Thinker Syndrome, OTS for short. And it means that I think about every little thing that could go wrong, and just get my stomach in knots thinking about every worst-case scenario. For example, I worried that my roommate would hate me, and we would spend the three days at each other's throats or ignoring each other. I was worried that I would spend the whole time just wanting to come home and would have a horrible time, or what if I got horribly sick and because they were taking away our phones, no one in my family would know? Or what if I didn't make any friends or embarrassed myself and the rest of my time at Baylor was scarred because of this week?

And the worst one — I was afraid because I was going to Honors Line Camp that everyone would be an intelligent nerd and I would regret ever joining the honors college and made to feel like a stupid cow.

As my mom dropped me off, I didn't want her to leave. But alas, she had to go. And all of a sudden, my roommate and I were left in this room with beds touching the ceiling and forced to interact with each other. We didn't have our phones to look at, and we had to talk. But starting with that conversation, I started to realize that maybe this week wouldn't be the week from hell, but perhaps, an actual good time. And, boy was I wrong. It wasn't a good time — it was an awesome time.

From the Eastland Lakes rope courses to the Common Grounds rave, the week was jam-packed, and there was a never a dull moment. But during all the activities, strangers turned to this awkward group put together for some reason to genuine friends, to a family. They were people that had seen me sweaty and throwing out random ideas in group activities, they witnessed me getting WAY too excited about "High School Musical," and they were the friends dancing with me from Whitney Houston on the Sing stage to "Crank It" at Common Grounds.

There was a moment on the first night as we went around telling our Baylor stories, that it hit me just how amazing all these people were and how only God and Baylor could have brought us together. And, I realized how without Line Camp, without choosing the Honors Line Camp, I never would have met these people.

And then there was another moment, at 2:30 a.m. when a group of us had decided to explore campus and were sitting by the lake at McLane Stadium, that I realized how important these people had become to me in such a short time. Although I had only known them for about a day at that point, I couldn't imagine a life without them. I couldn't help but get excited for two months when we would all be in that same place at McLane, but instead of laughing and asking each other random questions, we would be lining up to run out on the field in "That Good Ole' Baylor Line."

So how did Line Camp change me? Well, it taught me that I don't need my phone on me every minute of every day, and surprisingly, it's actually freeing to not have it. I realized that there truly is no curfew in college (what???), and that lofted beds suck. I learned that in college, grades are not a competition — it's OK to not know what to do, and it's OK to ask for help. I learned that everyone is scared, and in the Honors College, everyone has questions and things they don't know, but we're all going to keep trying.

And at Baylor, they're going to make sure we don't ever feel like we're not enough.

And most importantly, I learned how excited I am for this next chapter; I'm excited for all the future friend dates with my Line Camp group, I'm excited for more 2 a.m. excursions (and many more raves), and I truly cannot wait to be a Baylor Bear! I might not know the words to "That Good Ole' Baylor Line," but I did pick this up: Heyyy! Sic 'em Bears!!!