Dear Highschool Senior (Blog 10)

 Dear Senior,

    Don't listen to those teachers. They all say how difficult college will be or how this won't work or that will cause you to fail. While yes college is more serious, it feels the same as high school. You need to pay more attention and try a little harder but as long as you somewhat study you will fly through the semesters as if you were sliding a hot knife through butter.  The professors are actually pretty understanding and want to help you as much as possible as long as you reach out to them. In general, the school experience isn't that new, it feels a lot like high school, but the sports are so much better. Track for me is properly training me and showing me proper ways to run and get in shape. In this aspect, it is ten times better and I feel amazing. So all together I think college is so much better than High School.

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