THIRTY-FIVE
AlmaAs I near my dorm room, I can’t help thinking back to August when I first approached the formally drab brown door. Our once-brown door is now a colorful collage of our life this school year. Quinn has covered the space in a patchwork quilt of pretty scrapbook paper. There are pictures and quotes affixed to the vibrant colors. Every time I come home, it just makes me happy. There’s not a roommate around who could top my year with Quinn. She’s perfect in her bubbly, obnoxiously adorable way, and I’m going to miss her desperately. I can’t believe there’s less than two weeks left of my freshman year.
Everyone says college is life-changing, but for me, it truly is. I’m not the same person I was eight months ago.
I’ve loved. I’ve lost. I’ve gotten a job. I’ve let my parents’ l
