On ending

In retrospect...

Freshman year was pretty good.

I feel like I should be in a reflective mood trying to sound insightful having walked past the first milestone of college…but I’m not. Truth is, after all the hectic days and restless nights, I just want to throw myself on a queen-size bed and knock out without setting an alarm. Free of pressing deadlines, inevitable dramas, and finally being able to enjoy the luxury known as time:

Of course, life wasn’t just class-eat-study-sleep for the past months. It’s just hard to describe those simple little happiness here and there, restaurant outings and ATL adventures, or even the countless nights spent procrastinating on Facebook and making QT runs. All the people I’ve met - friends, professors (though some were not personal favorites), nice elderly families from church…it wouldn’t have been the same without them. Moving in/moving out, sleeping over in Beta and spending the nights at Phi Gamma, having two memorable car accidents @.@, ordering mass amount of Chinese food for movie nights or motivation, visiting Walmart regularly to keep in touch with civilization, etc. These are the things that I’m going to miss.

That is…until next semester? >=)

On college

To compensate for the lack of updates recently, I leave you all something to ponder upon that sums up my/the college life truthfully:

Enough said.

On 18

As expected, break sped past like a transient breeze. Fortunately, however, due to recent "severe weather" in the South (aka ~3 inches of snow that iced the roads), the first three days of classes were canceled. Consequently, as an Emory student, we now have a six-day weekend immediately following our winter break. Of course, the extra week would've been much better spent at home but I'm not one to complain because:

My roommate & friends actually threw me a surprise party upon my return on Thursday. To be honest usually I can see these kind of things coming, but this time I was really surprised >.<. I'll let the pictures do the illustrating, but long story short, it's good to be back to my home away from home.

Few of the many pink balloons... and giant Cinnamoroll from friend :)

Some of the streamers...

...with which they proceeded to wrap my chair and laptop as gifts

The over-sized birthday ice cream cake (that still resides in our fridge) :D Although I soon fell victim to being caked...

The roomies! But also notably, our Birthday Bitch banner and The Situation poster (from another friend) that extols my Jersey pride

And lastly, the happy group picture :)

On a more serious note, being 18 is like walking past yet another milestone. The entrance to adulthood is a bittersweet one as it inevitably implies my departures from childhood and adolescence. Somehow I've always been in the middle of being young and old; amongst my classmates I've always been one of the youngest yet with everyone else I'm usually the "elderly." Regardless, although there are still mixed feelings with becoming 18, it definitely marks a turning point of unlocked possibilities.

And no guys, I don't mean clubbing -_-.