The Finish Line

I am on the last week of my freshman year of college, and let me tell you.
Summer has never looked so good.

You know, i expected college to be a whole new chapter, a whole new experience with new faces and scenery.
All i've gotten was the same situations from Senior year in high school. Same deal, same cattiness, same shit.

I seriously wish I had the nerve to go up to someone, grab them by the shoulders, and make them realize who they either have become, or just simply realize what they are doing.

But, of course,  I tend to let things slide and let them be as they are.
No so bad right?