The summer is winding down, we're in serious last minute dorm prep territory, and that first day of classes is looming ever closer. If you're anything like me, and I'm sure you are because you clicked this article, you're terrified. I am the poster child for jumping out of my comfort zone right now, leaving behind a high school of roughly 500 kids (and that's a high estimate) to begin my new life at a college with more than 20,000 students. Here's just a few of the things going through my head, and probably yours too.

1. What if get lost and miss all my classes and can't find my dorm?

Sure, it's worst case... but as of just three short months ago, all of my classes were in one hallway. Anything can happen.

2. How am I supposed to make friends?

There are literally thousands of new people suddenly all around me. How do you talk to people you haven't known since kindergarten?

3. Fabric softener goes in on the rinse cycle... right?

Or does it just go in with the detergent? Ugh, I'm calling my mom.

4. Pizza every day!

Carbs and cheese and garlic and. . . Which begs the next question.

5. How do you avoid the Freshman 15?

Definitely not by eating pizza every day. Catch me on a treadmill in the Rec, I hope.

6. I have ten minutes to get from class to class. That's more than enough.

Or is it? What if I'm late, or I walk into the wrong lecture like Ted Mosby and I have no idea until too late and then I can't walk out but I'm missing my real lecture and. . . Nah, I'm sure I'll be fine. Right?!

7. What if my roommate snores?

I've dealt with way more snoring in my lifetime than I have ever wanted to. Please, please don't snore, oh roommate. I can't sleep in headphones in my own room.

8. What if my roommate and I end up hating each other?

Then what? Isn't your roommate supposed to be your best friend and give a toast at your wedding and have your kids call them Auntie Whoever? What if we hate each other? What then?!

9. How am I supposed to function when my best friend is at another school in another city and none of our free time lines up?

She's the Cristina to my Meredith and it feels an awful lot like she's in Switzerland. How am I supposed to dance it out alone?

10. Does everyone else have no idea what they're doing, either?

It's possible that we're all figuring it out day by day and I should quit assuming I'm the only one who is struggling. It's possible.