I have a confession. I never really thought I’d get this far. My first semester at Binghamton University was one full of anxiety. I had worked so hard to get here, so I was determined to make the most of it. Everyone had told me for months, “college is what you make of it,” and so I told myself I’d do everything and anything. I would make the most of it. Well, that was the theory anyway. In reality, on the day of our UFEST, I walked around aimle…
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