It’s weird coming back to your hometown and thinking that nothing you did there mattered, that you have no place there anymore. My junior year I set a track record at my high school. They have this board by the main gym with all the records and their respective holders. I’m not on it. I set the record two years ago and they still never got around to replacing the old name with mine.

I never know how to respond to, “So, how’s college?� I just say, “It’s good� or “I like it; it’s fun.� But people always pause, expecting more. Really, I have nothing. College is good—I like it, it’s fun, and I’d rather be there than here right now.

It’s freezing in my house. I lie down to sleep at night and the bed might as well be coated with frost. In the summers, it’s too hot—sometimes we don’t put the AC on till the temperature surpasses 85. But in my dorm at OSU the temperature is always room temperature. My bed is never freezing.

Plus my good speakers are in my dorm, duct-taped to me desk so the bass doesn’t knock them off.