I purposely neglected to write this column because I honestly hate goodbyes. I’m not going to lie: I was really awkward during my freshman year and didn’t really enjoy dorm life or the food at Pippin that caused indigestion (I’d often see flies in my soup and birds eating someone’s scrambled eggs — no joke).

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Bubble Girl: Living with Allergies

I weighed a measly three pounds the day I was born. I looked like a wrinkled potato, shivering in a tiny incubator (I have several photos as evidence of this phenomenon). The nurses must have taken good care of me because, in 10 days, my weight had increased to a whopping four pounds.

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