thebest4to5yearsofmylife

They said as I packed up my things, and tossed them into the back of my VW convertible that this would be the best four years of my life. A cliche. As I decided not to look back on my past in the rear view mirror, I thought to myself, the best 4 to 6 years of my life if only they knew. That was 8 months and 20 days ago and boy is this going to be the longest, craziest 6 years of my life. Screw that college in 4 years thing, out around 21 or 22. Why would I ever want to leave this place? Beach, men, alcohol that flows like water, and the occasional school activity. I no more want to end my drunken nights of messy hookups and mile walk of shames home than I want to take my freshman economics class over again.  They were right when they said, “this will be the best four years of your life.” I knew I never wanted to look back. 

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