5th to the finish line

​​I stepped into this unknowing of how it changes you by the end. Like a child, naïve to outside forces acting on you because you aren’t the first defense to handle it. That is how I can equate my first year of college, padded and joyful. Parents give the money they can spare and everything you need to be on your way. The best year is your first year because it’s a trial run and by the end of the second semester my parents tossed me out the window to figure it out on my own and I’ve never flown before then. You can never really be ready for what you’ve never experienced so anyone you asked for advice for how to handle this first, can only account for the time they spent in their specific isolated village of learning.

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