Guys. Guys. There is only THREE weeks left of freshman year left.

I am so sad.

I never want freshman year to end.

The word 'adult' scares me. Honestly, I feel as if the moment freshman year ends you actually have to become one. Freshman year is a learning experience, it's all about trial and error. Basically, you can get away with anything you want. After that, there's responsibilities and expectations. There's a push for maturity.

I never held onto my high school years, but I will for sure hold onto my freshman year of college. I want the parties, the feeling of freedom for the first time in 18 years, and the mistakes that turned into life lessons to never end. I don't want to have my best friend live twenty minutes away, I want them right down the hall.

After freshman year, I see classes getting harder. I see myself living alone, far away from friends. I see classes getting harder, and the days getting longer. No more meal plans. Financial trouble.

Honestly, I'm scared for what's to come.

I just have to keep telling myself that even though it will be different, it will still be just as fun. Fun in a different way. So even though I'm nervous for what's to come, I'm still excited.

But until then I'll make the absolute most out of being a freshman. I will not take my easy A class for granted. I will spend every second I have with my friends within my residence hall. I will be social as heck. I will make the most of what I have, before it is all gone.

Here's to the next three weeks.