The first memory of literacy that came to mind when we were assigned this post was my freshman year journal. Since middle school, watching my brother leave for college, I was always envious of all he was learning there. So when I first arrived to Pitt in fall 2013, I was so excited to take in all that this school could offer me, educationally but even more so socially. I grew up in a very sheltered environment and never really got to find my own interests and meet too many people so coming to this massive school surrounded by culture was just what I wanted. I began to write in a journal of everything I was learning and seeing, knowing that I would want to preserve the memory of that precious year. Now that I look back to it, I can really sense different things I was feeling at the time and see myself grow over the course of the year in the ways I thought about things. When I first started, it felt odd and a little forced, but now I am very happy to have this log of my first year.