freshman -> senior year at BYU be like

Freshman year: Imagine falling in love here! Imagine taking a walk with her - whoever she may be - hand-in-hand by the duck pond under a starlit night, listening to the stream. You could work on assignments together and be in love and know you'd spend eternity together! I'd practically skip around the campus just thinking about her when we're apart! 

Senior year: I am going to blast ICP and ignore everyone because I am completely out of energy and this place is hopeless. Love my coursework though. But I relate to absolutely zero of these people. I'm done. CHECK OUT.  

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