My Name is Hannah, and I'm a Freshman at Life

I'm Hannah, the Freshman at Life. But I'm really a senior at Northwestern University. And in my case, "Life" could really mean cooking (I just can't), self-control (that king-sized Sour Patch Kids box gets me every time) or long-term relationships (never had one). But not sports -- I will dominate you in sports -- or at least try. And probably not history trivia either. It's the only Jeopardy category I'd ever risk a true Daily Double betting on.

Let me back up. You know on the first day of class when you have to go around the room and say a "fun fact"? Mine is always that I live in a town with one stoplight, and then, as if on cue, the room does a collective gasp. I love the gasp. And as much as I love my little Minnesota town, I have a problem staying put. In the last year and a half, I've lived in Chicago, Denmark, Pennsylvania and New York, interning at SELF. And that's how I got this sweet gig as the Freshman at Life.

I'm the Freshman at Life because, well, just when I finally got the hang of college, you know, finally the "Big Man On Campus," I have to start all over again. I'll be at the bottom of the barrel; tossed to the wolves with just a diploma in hand and four years of Journalism and Revolutionary War knowledge floating around in my brain.

But for now, I'm suppressing these adult anxieties (mostly with long runs, followed by Two-Buck $2.49 Chuck) because, let's get real, anybody who TiVos Arthur on a regular basis should not be considered a grown-up. Plus, I still have a few more months of caffeine-fueled all-nighters in the library, a few more months of being broke before I'm really, really broke, and a few more months of doing things only a charming 21-year-old can get away with -- and you're here for the ride. You'll get to live vicariously through me, checking out the things I experience, love, hate or just don't get as I finish college and more importantly, as I navigate this so-called "real world."

I'm going to be a bit feisty and at times a little awkward, but always always honest. I'm the senior-at-college-for-not-much-longer who burns mac and cheese, considers a brownie serving size to be the size of the pan and famously fails at flirting, but who can totally sink threes like Lebron.

Come along for the ride with me by following me on Twitter at @hmils. Got suggestions for me? Write in using #FALHelp @SELFMagazine!

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