The first couple years as an undergraduate, you hate cooking your own meals, doing your own laundry, and meeting new people. You can’t wait to graduate.
Then you discovered all of the new boys.
You go through the heartbreak.
Then you decide to hate boys, and you love yourself.
And all you really need is your friends anyway.
Then your junior year comes and you’re over all of it again.
You look at the freshmen and can’t believe you were even one of them.
You suddenly realize it’s senior year, and you need to soak it all in. This will be the best year ever.
Final exams come, and you don’t even care.
You’re so close, and all you want to do is get that diploma.
Then it finally hits you. It’s really happening.
After endlessly crying, and trying to accept that your college years are over.
You realize that you will always have your best friends.
The last weekend of college and you do what you want. Who cares? You’ll never see these people again!
Finally off into the real world, and you’re suddenly aware of the fact that you’ve learned nothing.
The only thing you’ve retained is useless facts.
Oh well, at least you have that bubbly personality.
Or not, just continue being your fabulous self.