I love college!

I love the people on my floor.
I love the friends I've made.
I love my RA.
I love playing Apples To Apples.
I love laundry parties and homework parties.
I love being on a substance free floor.
I love inside jokes.
I love staying up until 4 in the morning hanging out with people.
I love being away from home.

Basically, I love everything here. Except for my classes. I'm not a huge fan of them. Haha.
Physics lecture is easy, but lab is a bitchhhhhh. Psych is boring because I've already taken that class (yay for getting super screwed over with credits when I transferred!!). Art is going to be hard, because it's a lot of memorization. History is hard because: a) it's history, b) it's a hybrid course that only meets in the classroom once a week, and c) I don't like the teacher's teaching style. But, yeah. Aside from classes, I really really really love it here.

Before I got here, I was so scared about meeting people and making friends, but I really lucked out. My whole floor (with very few exceptions) all gets along with each other and likes each other, which is awesome (and apparently not that common, from what I've heard from other people on other floors.) Most of the people on my floor, literally the only way I can describe it is that it feels like we've somehow all known each other before. And it's not just me who feels it; I've talked to other people on my floor who say they feel the exact same way.

The first couple days I was here, I really missed home. Like, I just wanted to be home. That's all I wanted. But now, I don't. I mean, there's things about home I miss. I miss my bed. I miss the kids. I miss my mom making dinner. Just little things, you know? But I don't miss any of it enough to want badly to be back home. I love it here too much to want to be home. That's normal, right? That I'd rather be here than home?

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