consider me a freshman

This was the last day of Bison Stampede at Harding. I can now call myself a freshman. Yeahhhh.

Both of my parents came to this huge event, and got to come back to the place where they met over twenty years ago. At dinner, we all sat around a table with Italian food in front of us listening to their unique love story and "awww"ing over every little thing. Brandi and I have had such a good time that we decided we would move into the dorms tomorrow if we had a chance. I was taught a lesson in perseverance as I was making my schedule and waiting in lines for four to five hours today. In the end, I got every class I wanted with every professor I wanted, and now I can't stop smiling.

Tomorrow, I shall go shopping. Prepare for a post tagged "confessions of a shopaholic."
It is the time to go crazy with decoration ideas and DIY projects. It is the time to get a cute outfit, just because. It is the time to get a Vera Bradley backpack so that I won't die before August 16th appears.

Consider me a freshman in college now. Everyone, I'm attending COLLEGE this fall. Ahh!