The seemingly endless summer of my senior year of high school finally came to an end. My pockets were lined with the money I received at my high school graduation party. Fortunately, there were others like me.
Misery loves company.
I could see a hundred or so other cars with students and parents as we pulled up to my dorm. We exchanged nervous glances as we passed by. In addition to cramped legs, I had enormous butterflies in my stomach. I wish I were going with you. My guess is that your arrival won't be all that different from mine.