I made it

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Live Strong
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So here I am at my desk in my cramped jail like dorm room sweating from the heat and un-circulated air. It was my intent to bring a fan, but once in a while my memory doesn’t serve me. There was a point today I realized that I am not coming home, I am here for an education and socializing (I shall prioritize them later). There is of course something so interesting about masses of people and how they act.

Anyways, I think I am going to like it here, with a little adjusting. Perhaps I just am getting that only child syndrome, as someone put it today. All these people and the chaos can get to a person, but I digress.

I may work with public safety, making some cash and doing what I enjoy (much to some dismay).

My dorm is 70% unpacked but there is the entire weekend to unpack.