I’m aware no one is going to read this but I’ll write about my year anyway. This is been without a doubt the fastest year of my life. I’ve still got one more final tomorrow (my hardest one at that) then it’s time to go home. Surprisingly, I’m not excited to go home at all though I am excited that I won’t have anymore class work. It’s been an interesting year, I feel like I’ve blinked and the whole school year passed by. Definitely had its ups and downs but I’ve only grown from them. Or that’s what I tell myself at least. My grades have been improving so hopefully by the end of next year I’ll be able to transfer to the school I originally wanted to go to. It’s much closer to home and in all honesty a better school. I’ve met some great people living on the international floor this year, definitely an experience I wouldn’t replace. I think I’ll miss a few people I got close to on my floor. It’s crazy the amount of friendships I’ve made and grown apart again this year but I’ve come to terms with them and don’t have any hard feelings with anyone I’ve met this year. I regret very much not keeping in contact with old friends from high school this year, not reaching out to people seems to be a fault of mine. My biggest regret is not taking my first semester seriously. If I’d have paid more attention and done more work I’d be in such a better position right now. But I can only try to make up for it which I’ve been doing… Other then those two things I don’t particularly have any more regrets. This is becoming an essay… well all I can really think right now is it’s been one hell of a year.