During last semester, I changed so much as a person.. more than I thought anyone ever could in only four months. Reading my first ever daily write reminded me of just hoe excited I was to be at college. I was bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready to begin the best four years of my life. I had visions of drinking all weekend, sleeping all day, skipping class just enough to where I would still pass, I never thought that college could bring any “shitty first drafts” my way. Then shit hit the fan. In my final post last semester I reflect on EDHE, struggling with how much was expected of me in classes, and losing my grandmother. My first post was optimistic and naive quite frankly, picking Ole Miss because I didn’t like the color orange, but my last post gave me new reasons, real reasons, for why I picked Ole Miss; having the support from my friends like Fred, Jeremy, and Mary Catherine and being able to reply on professors like Prof. Jackson and Mrs. B gave me a whole new insight into what being a student at the University of Mississippi means to me. Between August 22nd and December 3rd, my faith was tested in more ways than one: why did she have to pass away so soon, why are these exams so hard, is college even right for me- but by December, my faith was stronger than ever. I knew Ole Miss is where I belonged. Not because they have my major and not because the color orange is no where on campus, but because even when everything goes wrong, this is still the only place I feel like I belong.