Confessions from my dorm room

As I sit high above my dorm room on a lofted bed that I can't quite seem to figure out how you're supposed to get on or off, I sit in the bewilderment that I have just finished my first week of college. It's a pretty weird feeling. It's hard to believe a week ago I was shoving things into this tiny little room and wondering what on earth it was going to be like living here. But here I am, eating EasyMac and already procrastinating on reading something for my World Civ class.

College is amazing. From the moment I stepped onto this hallway, everything has just been perfect it seems. I have the world's best roommate. We get along so well (even though I had no doubt we would be fine) and our schedules coincide perfectly. Our room is relatively clean, and of course decorated with a million pictures and little knick knacks. Our RA is kick-butt awesome. She's super fun, extremely nice, and really genuine. Our hall is filled with girls who are so great in so many different ways. We sit in the hall sometimes and we all just talk for hours. I have fantastic professors in ALL of my classes, which is such a blessing, especially after hearing some of the professor horror stories around here. There's always something to do (and eat) and you really don't get the chance to be bored very often. I can't say enough good stuff about this past week. I can however highlight what I feel is truly the most amazing, and what I consider a blessing straight from God. The fantastic friends I've made already gotten so close to. Rachael, Hannah, Madison, Lacey and I became friends within a day. At this point it feels as though I have known them for much longer than a week. I couldn't be more grateful for these encouraging and spectacular girls. I have such high aspirations for the fun we'll have and the memories we'll make together. 

So yeah, in case you were wondering, college rocks.