11.21.17

Here's to the nights that were young while we felt so much younger:
To the stolen wet floor signs,
To the circulation of overly familiar music played way too loud,
To challenging each other and challenging ourselves,
To shaking up alcohol in a Gatorade bottle,
To chugging it all down once it's been poured in a cheap plastic cup,
To drunken "group trips," even if it's just to go to the bathroom once we've broken the seal,
To sleepovers spent down the hall and weekends of bitch squad hibernation,
To laughs and inside jokes and trademarked sayings we've adopted,
To daily gossip sessions and rant sessions.
Here's to the friends that feel like home whenever I look at them.
I could've gone to eight other colleges, but you guys have made me grateful I chose this one.
And for that, I am especially grateful.