As you all know, school is officially complete for the year! It has been a crazy 8 months full of all nighters, friends, assignments, exams, and... guys. I believe I had a pretty good year and met some really interesting people. In my opinion, the first year is supposed to be the fun year where you are supposed to discover who you are and who you want to be so my grades aren't the best, but I'm thankful I passed.

Despite the fun year, I am happy to be home to unwind and relax in my extremely comfortable bed. It's nice not having a worry on my mind and hanging out with all the friends I'm not able to see everyday. But I know this honeymoon phase will not last because starting next week, it's all work, work, and more work. It all pays off in the end though.

Since I'm not exactly in University at the moment, I still do not know whether or not I will end up posting on here in the summer since I have a writing gig elsewhere. But anyway, just wanted to give my final thoughts on the year! I hope you all have a good, productive summer and see you all in September (but hopefully before than).

No longer in Wonderland.

As the last days of university are coming to a close, we all start reminiscing about our year and all the crazy things we've been through. Like that one time your friend stuck her hand in the toilet for a dare. Or that other time you were so drunk at a party, you tipped your cup all over your friend. Yup, we've all pretty much been through that.

But those are not the things I remember most about university. Actually, I don't remember those nights at all...

Anyway, it was mostly the connections I made with other people that really intrigued me. I've met so many unique people from different backgrounds. The people I hung out with when I first came here gradually changed as the year went on. I've added some more friends, others became acquaintances, but luckily, I kept some great ones.

As I looked at some of my friends in the shisha-smoke filled room, I noticed something about all of us: we all don't belong. We are all misfits. We are all different parts of a machine that look like they cannot possibly fit right together but somehow... magically... they just do. We all look different, come from diverse background, have unique stories, and have different tastes in music, fashion, and so much more. But it just works. Makes no sense, but it works.

I guess that's what brings us together isn't it? That we are all misfits in a way?

Just another day in Wonderland.