Hello. My name is Molly.
     As much as I would like to promise that I know infinitely more than I did when I wrote those words four years ago, I cannot make such a promise. I want to look back at the words I wrote four years ago and laugh at my childish terror. I want to think that I was so foolish to fear the future.
     A quick recap of the past four years: I had times when I felt my absolute best and my absolute worst and I was surrounded by some of the closest friends I have ever made. I grew in ways that I had not imagined. Many of the times that seemed like complete catastrophes are difficult to remember now, and some of the simplest conversations are the most cherished memories. Yes, perhaps my entire college experience was some trite cliche, but that does not disvalue it. I hope that I will be able to reflect on it in more depth as the time passes, but I make no promises.
     Despite having an amazing time at college, I cannot laugh at my fear, because I have found myself in another similar Void. I will begin graduate school at Princeton in the fall. I never imagined I would pursue a Ph.D. or go to school willingly for another six years, but here we are. The world feels again filled with a certain uncertainty. I hope that the past four years have better equipped me to deal with and manage the Void, but this has yet to be proven.
     I have a lot of hope for the future, but I am aware of the fact that I may not always slow down enough to appreciate life and learn from it. I hope to slow down a little bit and do that here. Also, I hope to regain the ability to write again. Four years of engineering classes can kind of kill that.