To college:
I am ready. I am so ready. I think, I think.
Twelve years of preparation for four years of living. Really really living.
Learning? In the classroom? Yes, of course.
But learning. Away from the books. That is what I call learning.
Life will hit me in face. Away from the face shield that is my dearest Lexington, Kentucky.
No more of those rolling green fields saved for the majestic creatures admired at Keeneland.
More like cold, cold, cold weather. The snowiest winters I've ever seen.
But I am ready. I am so ready.
Ready for the excitement, ready for the newest experiences, ready to take the world by storm.
At least from Connecticut.
Ready for the 3 AM study sessions, ready for the sweet taste of dining hall deliciousness, ready for the freshman 15. Ready for the goofy suitemates, frustrating papers needing attention, walking across the gorgeous campus whiteness in the largest overcoat I can find. Ready for the working hard, the playing hard, the living hard. Ready to cheer on that champion hockey team, ready to cheer on the perhaps not-so-hot football team, ready to emanate and embody the school spirit so dominant. Ready for the best experiences of my life, the opportunities for me to grab. Ready to be a part of the tightest community there is, ready to join a family, to meet those lifelong friends who await me. I am so ready for you, college.
I think.
I think I already love you.
Ready or not, here i come!
Boola boola.
Jessie
