I am finally finished with my freshman year of college. You know what this means? I will never again be a freshman. I’m done. It’s over. I sit here and think about everything that has happened, and I can’t believe it. When I first came to OU in September, I didn’t know anyone. I wasn’t involved with any clubs. I was worried that people would go out all of the time. I was scared. I was nervous. I was excited. As I prepare to leave tomorrow, I have added close to 200 new people on facebook, and that’s not even everyone. I grew close with my dorm mates. I started working for the Post and learned quickly how to stay on top of things. I listened to great music. I spent many nights in coffee shops. I stayed in and watched movies. I went out and danced (awfully). I am no longer scared. I am excited. I am nervous. I had an editor-in-chief who became like an older brother, looking out for me and annoying me like none other. I had an editor who taught me so much and helped me keep going. I had best friends who I will count on for the rest of my life. I had my first kiss. I went on my first (and only) real date. I swooned. I messed up. I got hurt. I let myself trust. I sang. I studied. I skipped. I tried new foods. I watched old movies. I saw great shows. I interviewed famous people. I added a new chapter into a never-ending book. I’m ready for summer. I’m ready for a break, but I can’t wait to come back already. This will always be a part of me, a home. Athens, Ohio, I love you.