Kerstin & The City

Baylor Alum moving from smalltown USA to the Big City, starting a career, and learning how to survive on my own.

Wearing my school colors every day this week in honor of tailgate season beginning this weekend. TSM.

—Totalfratmove.com

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fuckyeahfavsongs:

teenage dream - katy perry

A hero is a hero, but everybody loves a great villain.

—Phineas and Ferb

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fuckyeahfavsongs:

feel good inc. - gorillaz / de la soul

Senior Year… already?

Tomorrow is my last first day of school.

Yep, tomorrow is my LAST FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. 

What?… Seriously?…

I could say that a million and one times, but I can’t fathom it. Am I at that stage in my life already? I feel like just yesterday I was walking into my first day of high school, walking the stage at high school graduation, moving into North Russell dorms, sitting in my first college class.. Am I really this close to moving on to the next chapter of my life?

I have a lot of things I feel like I should have conquered by now. I don’t feel old enough to be calling myself a senior. I look at my older friends, they seem so wise, so worldly, so… ready for the world. I’m not ready. Am I?

But then again, as I am sitting here and looking back on the past three years I’ve spent at Baylor, I have gone through and survived A LOT. I’ve definitely struggled, so much sometimes that I questioned whether or not I would actually make it to the next day, let alone survive to the point of being a SENIOR. Wow, it blows my mind. 

This year is going to bring about a lot of new and exciting things. I have a lot of things to accomplish. Memories to make. Lessons to learn. 

Walking to classes this year on Baylor’s gorgeous campus is going to have a entirely different look to me tomorrow. I’ve taken it for granted for the past three years, now is the time to savor the moments I spend walking past Pat Neff, hearing the bells chime and seeing the gold tower shine in the sun..

Ready or not, senior year, here I come.

(832): Were going to play a drinking game. It’s called “Senior Year of College

—TFLN