It’s officially September, which means it’s back to the reality of 8am’s, sweatpants, sleep deprivation, and Netflix binging until 3am. Classes are upon us once again to eradicate the non-stop eating out, bar hopping, and shopping schedule that we all really had planned for the semester.
Gone are the few days you have to socialize and pretend you’ve come to college to enjoy a carefree life of doing whatever you want. It is now time to begin the endless days of studying, coffee fueled classes, and pretending that you’re actually learning something in your economics class when you go home to see your parents.
Luckily, the “it” girl of millennials, Lauren Conrad, can coach us through the first few unbearable days and weeks.
You’re in the process of making your way to your first class of the semester and after a long summer of being glued to the beach and weekend getaways with your girlfriends, you have a renewed sense of tenacity to get ahead of all the work.
Except, finding a seat is nearly impossible because it’s the start of the semester and everyone seems to want to be on time. Guess you’ll have to be super early next class to claim your semester seat of choice.
As you get settled, waiting for your professor to eventually butcher your name, suddenly your professor spits out your ex’s name without warning. You can’t and refuse to look around the classroom because you have to appear unfazed and unbothered.
Pro tip: Check the roster before you register.
The professor passes out the syllabus and decides to play an icebreaker to get everyone in the class acquainted. He wants you to do something crazy like communicate with strangers next to you and introduce them to the class. But let’s be honest, it’s way too early to socialize with people you saw on Friday night whose names you can’t remember.
Luckily, after half an hour he is going to let you out EARLY on your first day. Your good karma is paying off— decent people still do exist!
Sprinting away from the classroom, you skim the syllabus and discover you’re about to lose your life to the library this semester. The nice professor that just claimed, “it isn’t about the grades and more about what you learn” is no longer in your short-term memory. An evil dictator has replaced him. You feel terribly deceived.
You head to the library in attempt to copy some pages out of the textbook because you forgot to beg for book money and your direct deposit doesn’t hit until the end of the week. Neither of which is going to help you complete the homework you need for the next class.
You may not have book money but your faithful charger cash is always there for you, which is what you tell yourself as you swipe for a coffee from #EveningJudy in the library. Evening Judy is a tiny and sweet UNH grandmother figure at our home away from home and the fact that she can make a killer macchiato is just what makes her a goddess. You can pour your heart out to her and she gives you the pep talk and friendly face you desperately need.
Refreshed from your pep talk, you prepare for your next class while trying your best to be optimistic. On your way you get a message from the group text saying “Chipotle at 6?”
Pro tip: The answer is always yes.
Classes are obviously not the most fun aspect of college, but the hard work and the memories that you make are worth it. A bad day or rough start to classes does not equal a rough collegiette life and for those days that are rough…. God bless Starbucks.