As I put my pen down after answering the final question on my last exam, I sighed with relief. Today marks the last day of my freshman year at The College of New Jersey and there is a big smile on my face. I hand in my paper and start for the door. I then make my way to the dorms with thoughts of the past year hovering in the back of my mind. I think back to all the memories I have of the time I have spent on campus.
Walking through the halls of the freshman dorms, I come across a couple of students. As some of my friends walk by, they wave and ask me how my exams were. Shining my pearly whites, I say that I am very confident that I scored highly because of the reviewing we did several days before the exam. They ask me to meet up with them later to go to the gym; I agree and continue to take direction towards my room.
I"m packing up some things to visit home and I think of how proud my parents are because I proved to them I could be independent. I managed to pass all my classes with admirable grades. I became more responsible by planning ahead, using my time wisely, and studying material ahead of time. By doing so, I was also able to have some leisure time for myself. These are all achievements I know will be pleasing to the ears of my parents.
Cleaning out a drawer, I find a letter my sister sent to me a month ago. Reading it again, I remember how happy I was when I received it. Gevenny told me about how her studies were going at the Academy and that sometimes she wishes I were there to help her with homework, like old times. She goes on to tell me that she misses me and my eyes start to tear up. I then read the part of the letter that affected me the most, where she mentions she can not wait until she gets to college because of my example; that she is so proud of me and looks up to me and that she is glad that I made it as far as I had. Like every other time I had read this letter, I start to cry.
