Freshman year can be the scariest/funnest/most anxiety-inducing time after high school. The people you surround yourself with have a lot to do with how you react to your situation. Luckily, I was fortunate enough to be on the same floor as the people I now consider my best friends. So, here’s to you 3rd floor Toller.

1. Thank you for listening.

It was 2 a.m. on a Tuesday night. You really didn’t have to listen to me complain about how I didn’t know how the professor wanted us to write that stupid paper. But you did. You let me vent on your futon, laugh on the floor, and cry on your shoulder. We talked about life, fought about who was right and wrong, and made memories I’ll forever cherish.

2. Thanks for inviting me.

The one thing I, and every other college freshman out there, was scared of was finding new friends. Thank you for peeking your head in my room and asking if I wanted to go to dinner. Thank you for texting me to see if I wanted to go out. Thank you for asking me to Cherry Berry for a quick study break I desperately needed. You’ll never know how much it meant to me.

3. Thanks for all the great nights.

Whether a night out or night in, it was always a good time. Remember when we boiled those shirts because Pinterest said they would shrink? Or the nights watching AHS in the lounge and scaring each other because we’re all assholes? Or telling that one creepy guy to get away because we were just out to have a good time? We were so stupid but in the best kind of way.

4. Thanks for still keeping in touch.

Sophomore year most of us lived in different dorms, on different floors and went our separate ways. Change was inevitable. We found new friends and didn’t see each other on a daily basis anymore. But even now whenever we see each other in the atrium, we can sit down and talk with no awkwardness and never really run out of things to talk about.

So thank you. I know my college experience wouldn’t be the same without you. Here’s to the G.O.A.T.'s (Greatest of All Toller), to the late night study sessions, the lounge “parties,” and the best friends a girl could ask for.

Sincerely,

Sidkneecap