While I don't have James Dean up anymore, he has been replaced with a Klingon banner, a volleyball team poster and a large Dr Who pic, but every Fall, I try to remember that feeling I had when that last box was unpacked and the sky was the limit. I want to go back and tell myself that the struggles are worth it. That the 2 failing grades seldom make my memory reel. That the heartbreaks have helped me know myself better and would teach me what I need: so that I did find an amazing man and am now in year 21 of a happy marriage. That the petty arguments of how to correctly make lasagnas with roommates are unnecessary and silly. Campus life did teach me that people matter, that differences are worth exploring and that trying something new can be both nerve-wrecking and worth it at the same time! 28