That didn't mean that I was unhappy. In fact, I was very happy in college. I was socially happy, but not very satisfied academic-wise. For this reason, finding out classes and researching professors became a priority, a task I carried out diligently, wanting to ensure that I got the best possible academic experience. It helped that I asked around, getting advice from upperclassmens who had the experience (I've been through this before) and advice. I very much liked the college atmosphere. Likewise, today, I have "the key to this kingdom" (albeit this is probably not the best analogy), and in a sincere way, I've become more ambitious. I am beginning to figure out what I want for myself; college life has endowed me with many possibilities and opportunities to explore. My circle of friends grew and, with it, my knowledge of several social dimensions. As cheesy as this sounds, college is also about many "firsts". I broke my sleeping records, late-night studyings, shots, guitar lessons, skating, and concepts of numbers. Additionally, I found out that I absolutely love swing-dancing, progressed in French, amongst many more to come. I was coming out of my shell, but at the same time became more defined, but not in a restricted sense. And as bizarre as it sounds, college made us get used to people - a real paradigm shift. The world lay ahead of us, and we were lucky to figure this out in the sanctuary of college.