Je veux te voir

I want to go to college. Any college. I want to shut myself in the library and study all day long, I want to get chocolate chip cookies at the Student Union after one of my friends has had a bad day, I want to go to a lame Smith party with no boys and tons of dyke drama. I want to meet new people who can teach me how to serve tea the proper English way or how to properly wrap presents. I want to join an a capella group with a silly name and take General Anatomy and pick apart cadavers. I want to work at a student radio station or in a dining hall kitchen. I want to play rugby, join crew, or just start a study group. I want to have a social life. I want about twenty-five other things that I'm not going to post on the Internet because they would sound self-pitying, and I think people are starting to get concerned about the sudden rise of angst in here.

Sure, some of these wants are plagiarized. But I don't really care. They all sound good to me.

OK, maybe not crew, but all of the other ones.