Well, there you have it.

My freshman year is over. How I managed a 3.0 Spring semester is beyond me. Don't get me wrong, I tried really, really hard -- but that's just it -- I tried REALLY, REALLY hard. Never before have I tried this hard to get a 3.0 before. It paid off, and I'm really happy with the way my freshman year turned out. I made some awesome friends, had some awesome experiences, and don't regret a thing.

Really, all of my beginning of the year memories blend together in the end. I forget where each night ended up, who was with who where, and what they did. I think they've begun to shape who I'm going to be these next 3 years, and I've got to say -- I like where it's going. I had my ups and downs, but in hindsight, I always do. Throughout high school I had these hiccups too. Some friendships ended, new ones blossomed, but I came out alive.

Life goes on. And I choose to believe that everything happens for a reason, and every person I meet has something to offer me. I'm so lucky to be here, I'm so lucky to have the experiences I have had, and I'm so lucky to have met the people I did.

I wouldn't change a thing.