Forever Matador.

Coming back to CSUN, while accompanying a friend, I find myself sitting on the second floor of the Oviatt Library, reminiscing back to my first three years of college. I was so mentally young, I was just seventeen. I thought I knew so much about life, what was in store for me in the future, and the career path I would follow. However, everything that was present back in 2006, is completely out of my life or not even an option.



My "knowledge", relationships, and course of study have completely changed. I entered CSUN thinking I knew a lot about life, having a solid boyfriend, and so certain that I wanted to be an elementary school teacher. Now that three years have passed--I don't even go to CSUN anymore, I've been single for a happy one year, and I am now studying to be a Registered Nurse. It's crazy how life throws you curves.

Through all my strives, and all my "I HATE CSUN!" days, I find myself thankful to CSUN for being that one steady place that brings back so many memories with the people I once considered my close friends. In my heart, those people will always be true and dear to me, but as life changes, people change, and as people change--their surroundings change. And I'm okay with that.



CSUN is the essence of my college days, CSUN and the other Matadors I got to share it with.

Olé!