My goals were the ultimate perfectionist dream- with no room for error and certainly no room for any one else taking control. Although there were many of these goals, I’d like to focus on one that has been the most trying for me to overcome in my transition from high school to college: make a best friend. Seems attainable enough, right? Wrong. I didn’t want any old best friend; I wanted the best friend… … More HERE I STAND WITH OPEN ARMS: ONE TRACK MIND PART I