I can only remember two New Year’s resolutions I’ve ever made. One, in college, was to stop drinking Diet Coke, which I had gotten in the habit of mixing with vodka in frat basements and then drinking plain in the library at all hours of the day or night (if you’ve ever spent time in the Van Pelt basement, you might be entitled to compensation). Giving up that soda was really about shifting my social life to things I enjoyed more and shifting my priorities in the process. More byo dinners and fewer frat parties. I also really didn’t like the taste, I’m more of a sprite/ginger ale gal if I have to pick. About a month ago, I posted on Instagram stories about how I didn’t really enjoy college—there were parts of it I liked, but it was a really hard time and certainly not the best time of my life, not even close.
I gave up Diet Coke in the middle of sophomore year and second semester was better than the first, but it still wasn’t that good.
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