Life is unbelievable.
I can’t believe it’s been a year since my Senior Prom and that my sister just had hers this past weekend. It’s simply crazy how much has happened in the past year: the people I’ve met, experiences I’ve had, memories I’ve made. And yet, though I know I have dealt with so many things at my time in college, I sit here, in my bedroom, feeling almost as if my freshman year were just a dream. As if I were still the same high school teenager with his whole life ahead of him. Unaffected by what has arguably been the most influential year in my life.
But I know that is not the case. Though I look the same, feel the same, act the same, there’s something different about being back. And I just wanna take the time to look back and make some sense of my freshman year:
End of Year Shenanigans
Tuesday: FUCK CHEM PARTY. pitch perfect. skyspace sunrise. breakfast on the roof.
Wednesday: Saori Surprise: Fancy Wine&Cheese Party!
Thursday: Galveston Beach Trip! Anime Movies +50 First Dates.
Friday: Picasso Exhibit. Sleeping on the grass in Hermann Park. Homemade Dinner. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Sleeping in the Game Theory Room.
Saturday: Rice Village. Hammock. Telenovelas with Sarah. PB&Js. Silver Lining’s Playbook. DJango. 5am Sendoff.
Sunday: Bucees. Baby!
For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.