An Open Letter to My Freshman Year Self
You’re probably so scared and nervous that simply just reading this is giving you anxiety. Your mind is probably 8,000 years away, planning your next day’s work or how you’re going to keep your friendships going with the new girls you just met the night before (spoiler— you’ll still be living with them three years later.)
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