10 Stages of Being Back at School

10 Stages of Being Back at School

it's that time of year again.

Hopefully it's been a long, relaxing summer, filled with friends, family, and lengthy naps. You took a much needed and break and it paid off. But the fall semester wasn't far behind and before you knew it you were back.

1. Moving in, unpacking, getting the new place set up, and realizing just how much stuff you really have

It can be really overwhelming. You're trying to keep track of everything but the boxes keep coming, especially if you're moving into a house or apartment. TIP. Stick boxes and bins under your bed to preserve space.

2. Having to stand in those long lines just so you can buy overpriced textbooks

This is practically a rite of passage for all incoming students, even if you think ahead and order them, most of the time you still have to stand in line to pick them up.

TIP: bring a book or call a friend. you'll be there a while

3. Getting everything organized to ensure a productive semester

The only thing more thrilling than buying new notebooks, pens, highlighters is organizing them. You instantly feel in control and ready to face the oncoming classes.

TIP : Color code your classes. Blue highlighters, tabs, and folders for one class, green for the other.

4. Completely blowing off 1, 2 and 3 for as long as possible to celebrate with the friends you haven't seen in months

I mean... who can blame you really? You haven't seen your people all summer and this will be a rare time when you have no homework or classes the next morning.

TIP: Make. Memories.

5. Waking up after your last night of freedom and realizing what today is.

The dreaded "morning of." All you really need is one more day, unfortunately that day was yesterday and if you have my luck, your day begins at 8am Three days a week.

TIP: Go to sleep at a reasonable hour. You'll be glad you got those 5-6 hours.

6. Putting together that one perfect back to school outfit

The iconic first day outfit. It's a new semester, what impression do you want to give? Preppy? professional? artsy? What will make you feel the most confident and in-control? So many options, so little time.

TIP : Make a statement.

7. Wading through the sea of new freshman on your way to class like

You know it's the first day when you're trying to make it across campus but there are crowds of confused freshman blocking your way.

TIP : Give them a break, they're probably having a harder time.

8. Trying to Find Your New Classes

Believe it or not. This does happen to everyone, no matter their grade. Sometimes you get a class that's in some random building you've never been to, ensuring a mini-panic attack in your quest to find it.

TIP: Don't be afraid or too proud to ask for help

9. Trying to focus on your new professor and the syllabus while trying to scope out the cute guys.

You're trying to take your notes on the syllabus and make a good impression on your new professor, but you're also checking out your new (very attractive) classmates.

TIP: Study. Buddies.

10. Being done for the day, then realizing that this what next 5 months of your life are going to look like

You've had a long day, you're ready to relax and then you realize what tomorrow is going to look like, and the day after that... and the day after that...

TIP: Breathe.

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I Went To "The Bachelor" Auditions

And here's why you won’t be seeing me on TV.

It’s finally time to admit my guilty pleasure: I have always been a huge fan of The Bachelor.

I can readily admit that I’ve been a part of Bachelor fantasy leagues, watch parties, solo watching — you name it, I’ve gone the whole nine yards. While I will admit that the show can be incredibly trashy at times, something about it makes me want to watch it that much more. So when I found out that The Bachelor was holding auditions in Houston, I had to investigate.

While I never had the intention of actually auditioning, there was no way I would miss an opportunity to spend some time people watching and check out the filming location of one of my favorite TV shows.

The casting location of The Bachelor, The Downtown Aquarium in Houston, was less than two blocks away from my office. I assumed that I would easily be able to spot the audition line, secretly hoping that the endless line of people would beg the question: what fish could draw THAT big of a crowd?

As I trekked around the tanks full of aquatic creatures in my bright pink dress and heels (feeling somewhat silly for being in such nice clothes in an aquarium and being really proud of myself for somewhat looking the part), I realized that these auditions would be a lot harder to find than I thought.

Finally, I followed the scent of hairspray leading me up the elevator to the third floor of the aquarium.

The doors slid open. I found myself at the end of a large line of 20-something-year-old men and women and I could feel all eyes on me, their next competitor. I watched as one woman pulled out her travel sized hair curler, someone practiced answering interview questions with a companion, and a man (who was definitely a little too old to be the next bachelor) trying out his own pick-up lines on some of the women standing next to him.

I walked to the end of the line (trying to maintain my nonchalant attitude — I don’t want to find love on a TV show). As I looked around, I realized that one woman had not taken her eyes off of me. She batted her fake eyelashes and looked at her friend, mumbling something about the *grumble mumble* “girl in the pink dress.”

I felt a wave of insecurity as I looked down at my body, immediately beginning to recognize the minor flaws in my appearance.

The string hanging off my dress, the bruise on my ankle, the smudge of mascara I was sure I had on the left corner of my eye. I could feel myself begin to sweat. These women were all so gorgeous. Everyone’s hair was perfectly in place, their eyeliner was done flawlessly, and most of them looked like they had just walked off the runway. Obviously, I stuck out like a sore thumb.

I walked over to the couches and sat down. For someone who for the most part spent most of the two hours each Monday night mocking the cast, I was shocked by how much pressure and tension I felt in the room.

A cop, stationed outside the audition room, looked over at me. After a brief explanation that I was just there to watch, he smiled and offered me a tour around the audition space. I watched the lines of beautiful people walk in and out of the space, realizing that each and every one of these contestants to-be was fixated on their own flaws rather than actually worrying about “love.”

Being with all these people, I can see why it’s so easy to get sucked into the fantasy. Reality TV sells because it’s different than real life. And really, what girl wouldn’t like a rose?

Why was I so intimidated by these people? Reality TV is actually the biggest oxymoron. In real life, one person doesn’t get to call all the shots. Every night isn’t going to be in a helicopter looking over the south of France. A real relationship depends on more than the first impression.

The best part of being in a relationship is the reality. The best part about yourself isn’t your high heels. It’s not the perfect dress or the great pick-up lines. It’s being with the person that you can be real with. While I will always be a fan of The Bachelor franchise, this was a nice dose of reality. I think I’ll stick to my cheap sushi dates and getting caught in the rain.

But for anyone who wants to be on The Bachelor, let me just tell you: Your mom was right. There really are a lot of fish in the sea. Or at least at the aquarium.

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3 Thoughts As I Prepare To Transfer

Low-key still don't know what I want to do.... but at the same time I do...


Welp, this is the big oof mood hahah! I am exactly halfway through college and yet I still don't know exactly what I want to do with my life at this point. I know I want to go into a journalism field, but there are way too many things that I enjoy doing in life both in and out of college. So narrowing down everything into what I can see myself doing for the next 20 to 30 years really makes it hard. I have quite a few things that I am passionate about, being a firefighter, sports broadcasting, and public relations.

So reading others, and even talking with my academic advisor before I transfer schools, it really makes me sit down and think saying, hey. It is ok to be at this point in your life and know what you want to do in generally, but these next two years are really going to catch up on you fast.

It is also at this point that I decided I will be transferring, because this town is not fit for a city slicker like myself, ahaha. But really being about an hour from a smaller market city that has a bad reputation and little to no internships, does not help my case into going into journalism. I cannot wait to get back home to outside of Philadelphia and have more opportunities to actually show my colors and have the best opportunities that I can get.

Sitting here thinking about it, my passion is going to be hard to determine, but I do know one thing, these are 3 things that I am not going to miss about being at my old school.


In Shippensburg, the local population in the town are very much Dixieland people. They are the full "yee-yee", have jacked up trucks and the local hangout is definitely the auto parts store because their 90's crapbox keeps having problems with its struts. But many of the local people give us college students a bad reputation and you feel the judging any time you go into town wearing Shippensburg or another college sweatshirt or name.


Literally, everyone just shares each others drama and it's not even worth it. The stress and aggravation that comes with it, is just awful. Then again when you decide to put a state-funded school in the middle of an area that is completely in the middle of no-where and the local population has completely opposite views to what the majority of the student population is, expect conflict.

The Odor

If you go to Shippensburg or another rural school within Pennsylvania, you definitely know what I am talking about. When the wind blows a certain way, IT BLOWS. The worst thing in the world is when it just rains and now the whole town smells like the rear end of moo-moos. Or at the end of the spring semester when the local farmers begin to get their crops ready and that process involves fertilizing the fields. YUCK.

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