I finally edited these! Ha. Academics were never a true challenge for me in college, despite semesters packed with too many classes, teaching and research assistantships, and having to work while juggling all of it including my social and personal life. Even so, my undergraduate years were some of the hardest years of my life so far. From rehab, to heartbreak, to healing, to bouts of depression, to navigating ptsd, to existential crises, to identity crises, to facing fears head on, to stepping into autonomy, to understanding God, to discovering the essence of true love, to fighting for genuine friendships, to developing the relationships I already had, to learning how to love myself and care for myself, to watching others suffer and feeling helpless, to stepping up and learning to give because I can, to battling the inevitability of death, to surviving the wild because I can't seem to stay out of those damn woods and mountains, and so much more. But I don't regret a single day. Those years, those mentally and emotionally laborious weeks, those sometimes endless days have shaped me into who I am today. And without a doubt, I LOVE WHO I AM. So thank you, to all the beautiful people who were a part of my journey, helping me to become who I am. You know who you are. College would've been miserably boring and unnecessarily tough without you all. I hope that I love and support you guys as much as you all do for me.