First Semester, Filtered

As the semester draws to a close, you’re the last one in your dorm, the only shower caddy left on the shelf. The final finals have finished, you haven’t done laundry in a week, and you need to pack, but find yourself immobilized. What you predicted last Saturday as an upcoming Hell proved to be a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Your phone stopped working a week ago. At home, the tree is up, and the lights are lit (and you have yet to buy one person one present). Instead, you look back at the chaos of your first semester of college. Via instagram, of course.

Driving eleven hours with your parents, your stuff, and your hopes and fears.

Driving eleven hours with your parents, your stuff, and your hopes and fears.

First sighting of the Amish, still exotic.

First sighting of the Amish, still exotic.

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