How my first year of college feels like? 

It's a big bag of junk. Mostly junk. In the bag are also some things I know and like. Old friends, old jokes, old sympathy strike. 

Mixed together I have to take the pieces out. One by one. On daily light. No idea what I'll get. But somehow...I have to make sense out of that. 

Don't ask me why...don't ask me how. I feel like nothing I've experienced before is useful now. How many of old precious things will I give away? Don't care. I only hope you stay.