The Sixth of May, Year 2012

I wrote this in my journal after a little over a year of not writing. Normally, I just write, but I wanted to try something else. This is me, recanting the major parts of my first year of college.

What a 

year

this year has 

been.

They say your

first year of

college

makes you grow 

up.

When I

think of that phrase

I picture a balloon 

floating

up.

Hang on, my cat wants out...

Anyway - 

I picture the balloon and

I picture

a plant

literally 

growing upwards.

This year

was 

interesting

I learned

a lot about

History

Math

Spanish

Liberal Studies

(Let's be

honest,

nothing about)

Economics

Psychology.

I learned

How to 

ride

a bus.

How to locate

8 

f*****g classrooms out of

a thousand 

(if not more).

I learned that

Nothing 

good comes from

PROCRASTINATION.

False,
I knew all about that.
I chose

to ignore.

I learned that

the idea of

command strips leaving no

 D A M A G E

behind

is complete bullshit.

Sincerely, complete and utter bullshit!

I learned

more that I can remember

to write 

down.

I learned 

a lot about

me

and the person I would

like to become.

I figured out

a major. 

I think.

One, at least,

I can say I am 

 E X C I T E D

about.

I learned how

to get off

without my

roommate hearing

me.

(No Shame)

(No Regrets)

I learned about being 

 a friend.

(To contradictory statements, I didn't say I perfected anything.)

And I experienced let downs from

people who I thought

were

my friends.

When I wrote everything

off on the 

idea of college

friendships

I met two of

the most awesome 

people I have

ever

met.

And  I am so happy to consider

them

my

friends.

I strengthened 

friendships.

We found comfort 

in each others

confusion as to why we weren't

like

everyone else through

late night 

Skype.

After

years of saying we 

would do it

my oldest and 

dearest friend and

I

finally went into a sex toy store.

Where we laughed

and figured

out

What we wanted to buy to get

off.

I moved 

out

of my dorm 

and came 

"home"

Although, home doesn't 

feel so much

like home

these

days.

It will get better.

I got drunk

for 

the first time.

It was 

nothing to get

overly excited 

about.

I did it as

responsibly as 

one could while 

being underage.

I even told

my mom that I was 

going to do it.

She tried to 

hide her nervousness at

the idea. 

She wouldn't have

been able to

stop me.

I couldn't fall asleep

after I had

consumed 

6 shots

of some fancy

liquor my friend insisted

we drink.

That s**t

was 

expensive.

When I went

to go 

          s

         r

        i

      a

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    s

  p

u

I was so

dizzy.

It was hard getting

to the top.

But really,

in

life.

When is it

easy

getting up 

stairs?

When I moved back 

home,

I traded bed 

rooms with my

eldest, younger brother.

I like

the basement.

It's small, though.

It's a new

beginning

This year

could

fill this entire

journal.

But I think I'll

stop.

Here.

Author's Note

I have no idea. Just something fun to do :)