People ask me why I want to go to the University of Findlay. Every letter that I have I gotten \from them has had my address hand-written on it. A computer didn't send me those pieces of mail; a person did. They even sent me a hand-written holiday card. They don't have to do that. I'm not just a another student to them....
It's like the universe took a deep breath, and as the air was expelled from it's lungs, everything changed. And I'm happy. ...
I'm just waiting for the next part of my life to start. I can't make time speed up, no matter how much I want it to. And just to clarify, I'm completely happy. My life is wonderful. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just done here. So I'll just sit on my laptop, watch YouTube videos, refresh my twitter feed and wait for something...
