As I submitted my final essay for Humanities on Friday, it didn't feel like I finished my second year of college. A moment of celebration undermined to the current situation in the world. As I sat there on my bedroom floor, still in my pajamas, I was left feeling empty. This past school year of college has been one big reflection for me. Freshman year it was a decent experience, I made new friends and grew a bit in confidence, but I also made mistakes that still prolong in my mind to this day. After a summer of true understanding of what friendship is, I returned to college excited for a good time. But that didn't end up being true. All year I felt so alone on some days, all my old friends were doing their own thing with their majors. We were all scattered around, and we were all too lazy to connect with each other. I had a terrible roommate experience that forced me having to move dorms and none of my classes were truly engaging.