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Post 1: A Small Glimpse

Hey there everyone,

My name is Brandi, born and raised in Maryland for my whole life. Maryland is the home of the Baltimore Ravens, for any of you NFL fans out there, I myself am one, I even participate in a few fantasy football leagues (and by participate I mean win, but let's be humble here...haha). College football seems to be huge down here more than NFL, but I guess I can't blame you all when your team is the Falcons (yes they made it to the super bowl last year, but that was the first time since...1999?). I moved down here a year ago on August 12th, 2016, Macon is different, hell let's be completely honest here, the south is completely different. I am used to getting snow in the winter and shoveling my way out to get anywhere, up north snow is not a reason to close anything--unless it's a blizzard. Everyone always asks me how I like it down here, and I do...but it is HOT. Hot is a description that can pretty much be used all the time here. There hasn't been a day that has been cold to me since I have moved to Georgia, but when you're used to winter of negative temperatures for weeks on end, your cold and my cold are completely different things. 

I did eat my first fried green tomato down here, that was not a thing up north, it was delicious! I also learned that apparently I am the one with an accent, which was strange to me. Words with "o" I apparently say weird like "on", "phone" "home" things of that nature with an accent that is not like down here. I have noticed that the word "y'all" has become apart of my vocabulary that happened very quickly, before I even knew I was saying it. OH MY GOSH, sweet tea down here, let me tell you, the first restaurant I ate at after moving to Macon, was the Rookery, best burger I have ever had and my first experience ever with pimento cheese (amazing), as I was saying, I ordered a sweet tea and have never had so much delicious sweetness but still tea, ever in my life! A lot is new and different to me since moving to Georgia, but this is my home now. 

I have went to two other colleges before MGA, the first being a community college originally for nursing, I transferred to a University along with changing my major to Psychology. My end goal is to become a Forensic Psychologist. After losing a bunch of credits along the way, and acquiring some lovely debt in student loans, I am titled as a Junior here at MGA. I will need a doctorates degree, some certifications and state licensing to gain the full title of a Forensic Psychologist, so getting my bachelors will be a stepping stone along the way.

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