A conversation means more when it’s intentional.
The scariest part about my annoyance for these shenanigans is that I guess it means I’m growing up now.
Being reminded “why” is what makes me want to keep striving toward success.
I would argue I have grown the most in my “lonely” times.
Way worse than how anyone else perceived my background was how I perceived myself.
But along with third-year comes responsibilities like resumes, Handshake accounts, interviews and all those other things that are getting way too real and close to popping my blissful, college-protected bubble.
Things that once bothered me and suffocated me about this place I now appreciate the most.
No matter how you interpret it or what faith you decide to pursue, I think it is important to have something to believe in.
Two years is longer than you’d think — I’m glad I’m halfway started.
As much as I take pride in being “different” and “unique” (like every other millennial), this story starts off as basic as it gets, so please bear with me.