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| ( 09.02.03 + 9:02 am ) Sticky Taste in My Mouth Today is my first day of classes at Wesleyan University in Connecticut. I am sitting here, with wet hair and the taste of dry cereal in my mouth, reminding myself what got me here. Aside from a lot of my grandarent's money, campus tours and a two day road trip... gosh, I don't know. I decided back in my junior year that I wanted to go to the best school possible in order to get the best education possible. But "getting an education" isn't like "getting a disease" or "getting a new bike." The receiving of the education is directly proportionate to how much of myself I am willing to devote. I need to throw myself at these classes with every ounce of passion I have and hope that I stick for the next four years. I came to Wesleyan for the education. This education is beginning today. Am I ready for it? I am so overwhelmed by having people around me all the time. Its really difficult to find time alone in which I don't have to call someone or clean something. Wesleyan Goal #3: Learn how to close your door. Andrea
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