Day One Thousand, Five Hundred and Seventy One

Hi Viewers,

Today was the first real day of college for me. I started my day off with Principles of Economics and couldn’t help but flash back to three years ago. Three years ago was my first day at a new high school and as third period came around, I desperately sat next to the only other sophomores in AP Economics. If only I had known then how imperative that seat was. You see, that kid sitting right beside me became my best friend. He’s the one that knows everything the minute it happens, my treasured confidant, and the one who will have freak-outs with me whenever I need them. He’s the one who’s had my back ever since that day in Econ. So today I sat in that class wondering who my new friends will be, will the people lining the sides of that huge auditorium become my close friends? It’s honestly fascinating to me how much everything in life is left up to chance. What are the odds that I got lucky enough to have him as my best friend because I picked the right class and seat and school? What are the odds that I picked the right university, class, and seat to make whatever friends I’ll make this year?

I think the key is being open to making connections and forming relationships with the people who surround you. Ultimately, hopefully, your path will intertwine with the paths of those amazing friends: but you never know who they’ll be so one has to be open to bonding with the individuals that they meet along the journey.

“The best way to look back at life fondly is to meet it – and those along your journey – warmly, kindly and mindfully” Rasheed Ogunlaru

XOXO. S.

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