Picture this, I move into my dorm freshman year with all kinds of butterflies in my stomach. My family leaves and I'm worried. Worried nobody will like me, worried my classes will be "too difficult" but most of all that I would have no friends. I was already relatively quiet, add a whole new environment to that and it can feel like the end of the world. Little did I know I was in for the ride of a lifetime with some of the best people.
I am lucky to have picked a school where it is relatively easy to meet people. It's a small private college where everybody knows everybody. They have welcome week activities where you are guaranteed to make at least one friend if not more and the clubs are stellar and their is something for everybody.
All this helps college freshman and transfers meet new people, little did I know I would be meeting some of the most important people in my college career.
It basically went like this, girl joins one club and gains a family. Family might be far stretched but you get the picture. It wasn't long before I thought of these people as brothers a sisters whom I could tell everything to.
Having this feeling was a drastic change from what I thought my college life would be like.
My college best friends are some of the most considerate and caring people I could've ever met. They don't care about anything but if I'm happy and that their other friends are happy.
They tell me how it is even when they know I don't want to hear it. They deal with my antics and my weirdness. They love me for me and that's honestly all I could ask for.
We have endless memories just from freshman year alone from seeing wicked to messing up while singing solos, you know who you are. (side note guess who just realized solos is a palindrome).
Sophomore year then starts, I'm in a new dorm with new people who had I not been in a living situation with I may have never talked to.
I have no doubt that this year would be just as good as, if not better, than last year. I honestly don't think I could've asked for a better sophomore year. I met some pretty great people whom I call brothers and sisters.
I may have had some pretty serious bumps but I dealt with them head first because I knew if I fell I had friends that would pick me up no matter what.
So here's to junior year, the memories that are yet to be made and the peace brothers and sisters I'm yet to meet.
To my current peace brothers and sister, thanks for making my college experience worth it and loving me endlessly.
With love,
Your "Always" Peace Sister Cat
