Well, the first week of classes has come to a close here at the beautiful University of Virginia and at schools all over the country. And everyone is probably thinking the same thing: does a week usually seem this long? 

Thankfully though, the week was filled with entertaining thoughts as I walked through grounds, watching first years experience UVA as real students for the first time, seeing fourth years experiencing the last first day of school, and more. Some of these thoughts were fluffy and happy, others amplified my RBF. 

So, here's a recap of some of the standout thoughts I had during the first few days of class:

"Why did I sign up for an 8 a.m.?" 

"Eight a.m.'s are for first years and overachievers. And I am neither of those."

"No, Ma, I don't want to take a 'first day of school' picture. Why? Because I'm a third year — that's why."

"I took the picture... hopefully this makes her happy again."

"Holy hell, Charlottesville smells like sweat, vomit, and beer."

"Block party sure did a number this year on Wertland... and the entire Corner...and all the people in this town."

"Aw, darn. How did I manage to get to class 20 minutes early? This is not acceptable."

"Excuse me, Professor, but I can't hear you over my SYLLABUS WEEK SCREAMING AT YOU."

"Seriously though, what happened to syllabus week?"

"I'm sorry, why do I have homework on the first day of class? This is not what I wanted to hear."

"First year alert: Spotted running from Chem to New Cabell."

"FIRST YEAR ON A BIKE, YOU DID NOT JUST ALMOST HIT ME — DID YOU?"

"PDA does not belong on the Lawn, ya nasties."

"If y'all are gonna walk slow, at least don't hold hands and take up the entire side walk." 

"This song."

"There is nothing better than getting back to my apartment at the end of the day and jumping into my fluffy bed. Sucks to suck, first years with the 'mattresses' in dorms."

"I promise you, you don't want to sign up for all 50 of those list serves."

"Serves you right: I told you not to sign up for all of them. Now try to wade through your inbox to find the actually important stuff your professors are sending you."

"Heyyyyyy, gotta love professors who go by their first names." 

"No, I don't mind giving directions to you if you're polite. But you're really going to have to know the difference between Old Cabell and the Rotunda, padawan." 

"First year alert: Group of first years wearing their lanyards with student IDs attached around their necks. Stop at once, young ones."

"Bonus points if the professor is British."

"Bonus points if the professor has a sense of humor that you get."

"PUPPY ON THE LAWN. I REPEAT. PUPPY ON THE LAWN."

"The only thing worse than the smell of post–block party Wertland is the smell plus this 90 percent humidity."

"Why did I think that signing up for four classes back-to-back was a good idea?"

"The real struggle: someone waving and saying my name. I blank... do I know them? What's their name? Oh, God..."

"Oh crap... I forgot to bring something to eat."

"I've only sat through two of four classes?"

"I'm starving."

"I think I'm going to have to befriend a first year so they can swipe me into a dining hall and I can grab sustenance."

"Let's see how long I can do this 'no cell phone in class' policy."

"One class left — I can do this."

"FREEDOM! TIME TO EAT."

"OHMYGOSH: Baby on the lawn. I repeat. Baby on the lawn."

"Do these people really expect me to carry this massive, overpriced textbook to class everyday? Yeah, no."

"Hey, new girl: it isn't cool to be talking about 'how drunkkkk' you were last night. Nor is it impressive that you 'blacked out' after three shots. Amateur."

"When did it become acceptable for people to wear spandex shorts as clothing? Just for walking around grounds, not running or exercising, just going to class... Did I miss some kind of memo?"

"Seriously, some bikers need to brush up on their bike etiquette."

"One day left, then the weekend. I can do this."

"Thank the Lord for easy Fridays. And thanks to me for only scheduling one class on Friday that starts at 11 a.m."

"I used my phone. No guilt, no shame."

"I'M FREE. Time to kick back and relax."

"Oh wait... I have homework. The torture continues."