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I'm not going to waste time talking about why I have a blog or how this is my first new blog post, because I like to have faith in the human race and the fact that they can read and can interpret these things on there own. I mean, there aren't any posts under this one so obviously this is my first new post. And having a blog is not a mandatory thing to live so one could hypothetically conclude that this is for fun. That is hypothetically speaking of course.
I just used 89 words explaining why I didn't need to explain something. I hope I counted that right.
Anyways. 
Three years ago today on a rainy day I remember being in a basement with a bunch of little people and adults for a scout thing. And I remember them talking about how a certain friend of mine was going to be a senior and how that's so crazy. I was just going to be a freshman at the time and thought I was the coolest thing since duct tape. (Sorry sliced bread, duct tape is waay cooler.) Now that friend is getting married and I'm going to be the senior. And I now know my rightful place in the universe and it is below duct tape's supreme awesomeness. 
OHMYGOODNESSGRACIOUSWHEREDIDTHETIMEGO?!
So this is kind of blowing my mind at the moment. I'm really excited to be at the top of the school and have no one chide me for saying that freshman are annoying and think they're all that. I know I know, I was one too once but come on. Some of them really do think that.! I now realize that its time to go back to school because I'm using big words and being a smart alec. No offense intended to any Alec's out there. 

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  1. Ha ha ha... Have I ever told you that you're wonderful?

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  2. Ah, I remember the good ol' days of being a senior... haha :)
    The thing is, people tell you that you'll go from being on the top back to being on the bottom, but in my experience, college is different. You're on the bottom, technically, but if you're at a good school, no one cares. You're all there to learn, and if you're awesome and going to Metro ;) then there's such a great diversity in the students, that you're all pretty much equal, no matter how many semesters at school you've taken.

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  3. Sarah, you're wonderfuuul too! Oh so very wonderful :)
    :) I remember them too. And the tale of the day that we made that awesome collage still lives on by the way :) Yeah I've heard I won't be on the bottom again and I'm really really excited for that. Hahaha I'm considering going to CU Denver, which is right by Metro isn't it?! :) So excited!

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  4. I meant yourdays as a senior Bridget, not mine haha!

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