So I'm sitting here writing this in my last 5 pm History lecture class. My last one. How did that happen? How did I get through a semester of long, boring history lectures without pulling my hair out? Most importantly, how did I already finish 34 credits in two semesters? How. Is. It. Already. Over?

It feels like yesterday I just moved into a room with three other girls who I knew nothing about. It feels like yesterday I cried into my moms arms saying goodbye to her. It feels like yesterday I stepped into my first college class feeling so sick to my stomach because I was so nervous. But it's 9 months later, and I finished my freshman year. And let me tell you, it's scary how fast it wen't by, but I'm not exactly sad to say it's coming to an end.

Oh, sweet sweet freshman year, you have taught me so much. You taught me that missing your parents is actually the worst feeling ever. You taught me that it's nearly impossible to get straight A's and it's okay not to. You taught me that people won't stay in your life forever (some don't even stay for a whole year). You also made me realize how much I took advantage of alone time when I was home, cause I'm never alone.

Never.

I will miss you though, don't get me wrong. You did a lot for me. I learned how to do a lot on my own and I found who I truly am. Thank you for introducing me to people that have changed my life for the better. But, it's time for me to move on from you. It's time to leave my lofted bed and tedious bio exams behind. It's time for me to move on from the people who have moved on from me. It's time.

And for you, Sophomore year, I'm so excited to meet you. I'm so excited to live with my new roommates who will soon be my lifelong friends. I'm surprisingly excited to take on those harder classes. I'm ready to show those who doubted me that I can do it. I'm just ready.

So, to my freshman year, please don't take it personally. You did so much for me, but it's time for me to move on and for me to continue to grow.

Goodbye, and see you never.