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Am I just an indoctrinated, whiny, liberal arts college grad, snowflake?

After finally finishing my shaky sophomore year, I say goodbye to ÍøÆØ³Ô¹Ï for the next 8 months, and prepare for my most audacious adventures yet.

It feels strange to say that I'm a junior in college, but here we are! Here are some lessons I learned over the past two semesters.

My summer in ÍøÆسԹÏ: a wonderland of busy.

This past semester, I 'sophomore slumped' hard. I struggled with intense feelings of depression, disconnection, and nihilism, and I critically questioned who I am, who I want to be, and where my place is in the world.

The part they don't tell you about... Retiring as a student-athlete.

Everything you need to know if you're a future yeoman or yeowoman.

I take on an ÍøÆØ³Ô¹Ï semester without my sidekick and roommate.

It's not all that they said it would be.

Reflections on my most emotionally charged semester yet.

To get those coveted tix, Obies aplenty nervously shook in their blundstones as they queued a massive single-file line across the first floor of Wilder.

Shattered, but I'm not broken.