I don’t like change. Not one bit. It stinks. I still fondly scroll through photos from high school on my camera roll. I still reminisce about time spent with my middle school best friends. I’m in my final year of college and all I want is to be a wide-eyed freshman again whose biggest concern was finding a house party that would accept a scrawny underclassmen; instead, I’m a senior caught in the job market’s vicious cycle of apply-rejection-apply-rejection.
Needless to say, this next bit of change brings me no joy. I’m stepping away from Liberty Ballers, effective immediately.