Since I stayed at home and went to a "commuter college" I never really got the full experience of living away at a college dorm. Although I think doing the WDWCP did make up for that, well partly anyway. I met a lot of people that I still talk with today, and learned a lot about myself. Mostly I did it to prove that I was independent. I mean I cried just about every night I was there for the first three weeks just wanting to go home, but I didn't. That (besides Conner) is one of the things I am the most proud of.
Right, so now that we have established that I am a lame-ass, moving on...
I made good grades here, worked and paid my way through school, didn't have to be far away from my fam or Adam, but sadly I always felt like I missed out on something.
Today, I realized what it was.
How sad is that?