Alright, let me catch you up through the past year. I started my senior year, had fun, took classes, cherished every single moment, and finally graduated. After that, I played sporting clays, I fished, I spent time in Maine, I went to Mexico, I ate native fish, spleen, and other delicacies. I spent more time in Maine, Vermont, and Connecticut. I went to a wedding, I saw Trampled by Turtles, Devil Makes Three, and Guster. And throughout all of this, I was accepted to Colby College in Waterville, ME. Pretty exciting, right? Well, the fun’s not over yet. At 6 o’clock today, I will be boarding a flight to Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris, France, followed by a bus ride to Dijon. Why, you may ask, are you going to France? Instead of being accepted as a normal freshman at Colby, I was accepted to their First Semester Abroad program in Dijon. What this means is that I will be spending the next 3 months in France, learning the language and the culture, with several of my fellow classmates. The reason I am posting this, which should be obvious, is because I am petrified. I’m not surprised I’m petrified of the situation I’m about to embark on, I just know that I must face it head on, with a shit ton of determination. I have meds in hand and I’m ready to go.
This is new for me, and I’m ready to experience it. Join me, won’t you? IamMisplaced