I guess it starts with this, with Some Other Mercy sitting in the second floor classroom hall of the L building of Harper college, staring at the girl with purple hair sitting near her. I hope she's in my Symbolic Logic class. She looks fun.
College represents a new start for me, I guess. I mean, every year since seventh grade, I've promised to make a new start and do good this time. But this year, it feels different. Perhaps because my scholarship money flies away if I drop below a B average.
In the end, I guess what I'm saying it that I'm a bit anxious and a bit excited. Wish me luck?