Monday, April 15, 2019 - 6:12pm
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I have heard it all. About how there’s nothing in the world quite like walking to Michigan Stadium with your friends on game days — when jubilant music floods the streets and Ann Arbor is indisputably wide awake. About hunching over crinkled papers and half-finished lattes in the library late at night. About the fading intensity of homesickness as you find the friends that’ll speak at your wedding someday and the growing sense of who you are meant to be.

With conviction and nostalgia, my teachers, neighbors and older friends promised, “It’ll be the best years of your life.”