It must be some kind of a record in my entire blogging life for me to be writing a total of 3 entries (with sense!) within 24 hours. Well, blame it on the graduation. People seem to be more emotional when they know something so good comes to an end soon.

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I started out college with a confidence that would have made any beauty queen look pale in comparison to what I was espousing. After all, I was Ms. Friendly in high school. I knew college was something I will breeze through. I knew I could do it.

But like most mean girls who got shipped off to another school, without any friends tagging along with me, I was a plain new girl--naive, friendless, unusual.

Even though room113 had been full of new, interesting people, I felt like I couldn't find at least one soul I could relate to. The first few months had been such a struggle for me. Everything was unfamiliar. Like, they were speaking English and I thought I understood them but I didn't. It was like wearing an old dress but it was a size too small already. Like drinking vodka but it tasted like beer.

Okay. Enough analogies.

Bottom line: It was hard. For the most part.

But as the months progressed, we slowly opened up and adjusted to each other. Soon enough, we were comfortable around each other. We started to laugh out loud, talk about stuff...you know, loosen up. Slowly, the walls had been torn down. We were truly like family.

Best of all, I found awesome souls in 5 people.

For most of my college life, Sheena, Mafe, Jam, Karen and Celine have been the people I always turned to for help. While our relationship hadn't been the healthiest nor the most ideal of friendships, at least we have stuck with each other and remain friends at the end of the day.

I started out my first two years with a family. My Ca1 family.

But a twist of fate suddenly came and separated us. We were reshuffled as we entered junior year. It had been a tragedy indeed.

We may have been separated but Room113 will always be our home.

When we got to third year, it was like starting all over again. The room was filled with new faces. Faces that I thought I had nothing in common with. I was still longing for the familiar noise and smiles of my old block mates. It sucked. Maybe for a little while.

But like most victims of a perfect tragedy, I had to suck it up like a pro. It was hardly the end of the world. I had to keep on living.

I gave it time for me to adjust to my new classmates.

If I am going to be honest, it took me a while to actually get comfortable. It was still awkward, the way we dealt with each other. But at least we were picking off from a nice start.

Soon enough, we have conquered the awkwardness. We were one in defeat, one in victory. We became nagCAisa.:)