I don't know why people feel the need to continually remind me of a fact that I already know: Yes, I DID miss UNC winning the National Championship. And after a week of pure depression and a few months of thinking I realized the following:
My semester, no matter what, kicks your semester's ASS.
I wouldn't even care if the god-damn Dalai Lama himself came to campus; I still feel like I made the best decision of my entire life doing this study abroad. Seriously. I absolutely DO NOT feel that I missed out on anything. In fact, I would've missed out on much more had I done a summer or fall abroad. You go on with your 3rd-degree bonfire burns, and I'll reminisce about my awesome new friends and life-shaping experiences in Europe (and a little bit of Africa, too). Okay? Leave me alone now.