If someone had told me back in September of last year that I would have left Florida in tears and having the hardest time saying goodbye I'd probably laugh in your face. When I applied to the program, to begin with, it was more of a "why not? I highly doubt I'll get in anyways" and look at me now.
After contemplating on how I could possibly say goodbye to this chapter in my life, I'd write a letter to the DCP as I had done when I graduated from UNC Charlotte. I mean, it's all about consistency, right? So without further ado...
