Whoo hoo! So it's not really my first day of school yet, but I have to check-in today, which I count as just as good. When I'm thinking clearly, I'm completely stoked about my first year of college, but I can't seem to escape those irrational moments when I freak out to the max. For a while now, I've been thinking there should be a class to teach you how to do college. At this point in my young life, I am profesh at being a high-schooler: I know all the ins and outs. But college? I'm pulling up a blank. Luckily, I have found a solution! My college of choice, Utah State University, offers just the class I need: a class that teaches me how to do college! How perfect is that? You can bet your bottom dollar I snatched that up real fast. Tomorrow is my first day of the course, and it makes me feel a little better.
It's such a weird time in my life right now. . . I've had to say good-bye to so many people in the last few weeks, and I must admit that I am not a fan of good-byes. I either have to shut off my emotions, while I bid them farewell, or risk scaring them off forever with the red, splotchy, wet, hiccuping monster that comes out when I give myself up to the sobbies. For all the see-ya-hopefully-sooner-than-later-and-not-nevers I've given, I will still see A LOT of the kids who went to high-school with me. I feel incredibly relieved that I will see about 13.5 of those people and devastatingly depressed about the other 200 or so kids. Ok, maybe it's not that dramatic, but I wouldn't put it past myself to throw a full on tantrum at the sight of a few of those nice, clingy, negative, gossipy, lovely people.
Unlike most young adults starting college, I have chosen to remain at home for my first year. Call me a big baby if you want, but I'm saving big bucks by living with my parents and eating my mommy's cooking. Actually, I'm not picky: I'll eat anyone's cooking at my house-- except for my own. ;) I'm a little bit worried about not meeting as many new people as the kids who've moved out, but I figure that 10 or 50 years from now, I won't regret living with my family for one more year. Yeah, I really doubt that I'll have any regrets about it whatsoever. My family's just too much fun to be around. :)
Ever since the middle of my Senior year, I've been bombarded with well-meaning high-school counselors and grandmas and snotty college kids warning me about how much harder college will be, and how I'll have to work sooo hard, and I really have no idea what hard work is, and I'm just a little baby high-schooler, and I'm going to be overwhelmed but don't worry, because it happens to everyone and even though it will be so hard, you just might want to off yourself because of the heavy workload and finals and not being able to keep a 4.0 like in high-school, you'll be just fine. (Whew! Talk about a run-on sentence. Sorry Mrs. Dyer!) I might sound really cocky and egotistical right now, but I'm not extremely worried about the workload. I was pretty involved in high-school, and almost died tragically from the exhaustion of it all, but I think I can handle college. On the other hand, I might just fail college English, especially if I throw out a beastly sentence similar to afore mentioned run-on sentence, and I may very well be eating these very words for breakfast for the next month.
Regardless, come what may and love it. :)
Lovelove,
Justine
