Okay, I know what you're thinking. In this article I'm just going to brag on my friends and talk about them like they're perfect while I dramatically flip my hair over my shoulder. You would be right, but for me, they are more than just friends; they have become my sisters.

I live with all girls and our house is aptly named The Estrodome. For anyone that knows us or has been to the infamous house, you know that we are loud, often inappropriate and always weird. We're usually watching "Stepbrothers" or "White Chicks" and obnoxiously yelling each line, or having a dance party in our living room.

This is our first year living together and it has taught us too many life lessons to count. Whether it's bickering about who left their dishes in the sink instead of putting them in the dishwasher, who parked behind someone in the driveway or who left their clothes in the dryer, we've had our fair share of fights. Living completely on our own for the first time has also brought several challenges, like paying bills, but we have been there for each other through all of it. We are all going through the same challenges together and we understand each other. That's why my friends are the best.

A couple weeks ago, life smacked me in the face with a sledgehammer. I was under a lot of stress and I had a slight breakdown. We were at a friend's house and I went outside and started crying. Like hysterical, "I can't do it anymore, my life is over" sobbing. I couldn't really breathe and with mascara running down my face, they talked me through what I thought was the end of the world. They wiped my face and assured me that I was worth it and anyone who didn't realize that didn't deserve to be in my life. Deep down I knew this, but my insecurity had gotten the best of me. For once in my life I was able to be completely honest with someone, and it was the best decision I ever made. These girls understand me better than I understand myself and I am forever grateful that I met them. Meeting them freshman year was one of the biggest blessings I could have ever received in my life.

This upcoming semester will be the last one where we will all be together. Two of us will graduate in December and go on to graduate school, while two of us graduate in the spring. It makes me sad to think that the Estrodome will eventually be separated, but I know that we are all destined for great things and that we will always be friends.