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Freshman Orientation day.
What am I actually getting myself into?
I forgot my Fitbit at home so why are we even doing this if these steps don’t even count.
Can I have Starbucks now?
Actuall, I only want it if my mom’s paying.
You sit through some boring assemblies, get to see your soon-to-be dorm, and sign up for your first semester of classes. What you don’t know is how long you’ll be spending in that chair that the weird guy was sitting in at the library during finals. What you don’t know is that dorm twin XL bed will soon be the place where you pass out after a draining day, and all you can muster up the strength to do is cry into your pillow.
Move in day.
Your dad carries in those cute pieces that you got on sale at Hobby Lobby into your dorm while you stand in the center of the room directing decoration traffic.
Should this go here? Maybe there?
What you don’t know is soon it will be quiet. It will be lonely. You’ll remember that day and wish you could go back.
Are my parents going to leave yet?
What you don’t know is that soon you’ll be craving their presence.
First day of class.
Omg, what should I wear? Where should I sit?
What is a syllabus? Where is my planner? Should I do History in green or orange? Definitely orange because Biology will be green because plants and stuff.
This is the day you realize what the heck you’ve gotten yourself into.
What you don’t know is that your average total amount of sleep will wither down to single digits each week.
That day in class comes, and the girl with the blue shirt sits in your seat, and you feel betrayed, but you need to pay attention because you suck at math.
Midterms week.
You have no idea what your grades are, so you’re hoping for the best.
Where is my professor’s office? Do I really have to go talk to him…he’s kinda weird.
All your tests hit in one week. You have five tests, a practical, two pop quizzes and two six-page papers due within a five-day period.
Sleep deprived, confused zombie.
What you don’t know is you’ll be on your way to hand in your last assignment Friday afternoon, and you’ll realize that you haven’t showered or eaten since Monday night.
Oops.
You realize that college is hard, and you don’t even know if pink is considered a light or a dark, and you ran out of Tide pods so you have to use liquid, and you have no idea how much to put in the washing machine. You hope for the best while strutting that shirt you’ve been wearing for three days.
After midterms, you’re doing pretty good. Holding solid A’s in your classes. Eating at the cafe, and you even have money left on your card for the food court. You have a decent amount of money in your bank account, so you splurge on some new shoes just because.
And maybe a #1 from Chick-fil-A.
It’s closing in on the end of the semester and you realize that you’ve used all of your absences to sleep in.
I hate me.
Then it begins…
Finals week.
What you didn’t know your first day is that professors don’t really email back in 24 hours.
Panic.
A different breed of panic comes out during finals week. People are asking their professors to round their C’s to A’s. You have no meals left for the cafe, and you have 52 cents on your card.
You have $7.43 on your debit card, and the only food you have in your room is frozen chicken that you don’t even know how to cook, ravioli and last holiday’s candy that you got on sale. Your hair is the definition of unpresentable, you can only find one of your tennis shoes and you need a 350% on the final to make an A in the class.
Finals week is more of a blur than any party you went to all semester. You literally don’t even remember if you took that whole final on a scantron with a pen or a pencil.
Your room looks a mess, and you found a slice a pizza in your second drawer.
AND you have to move out by Friday.
Help.
You finally finish your last exam, and you see your grades are posted. A’s and B’s…
There’s literally no way.
I made like a 40 on that test, but I’ll take it.
Your car looks like you live in it, but breathe, you’re home bound.
You pull into your driveway. See your mom and dad and then slump your body onto the couch. Time flies.
Then…
Your break is over before you know it…
Wait……I have to go back???