You know that feeling. The feeling of your summer being ripped right out of your hands as you wish for a month long extension on the best time of your life (aka summer break). The stages of acceptance and the various thought processes of going back to school.
One Week Out From Classes
School is so far away like we have a whole entire week until we have to actually use our brains again!
Three to Four Days Before Classes
Oh My God. I have so many things to do and I haven't even started them! *Goes and watches Netflix to avoid responsibilities*
One to Two Days
I'm almost packed! Thank god. Ya know this school thing can't be that bad like I've survived this long I might actually look forward to classes this semester!
The Night Before
Holy Crap. Class is at what time tomorrow? I have an 8 a.m.? Who decided this was OK? I did? Was I in some altered state of mind I have to be awake by 7 a.m. for a class that I could have been sleeping through but I decided to tough it out? It's already midnight? Where did all the time go?
The Morning Of
*Alarm goes off* What in the heck am I doing with my life. I'm going to wear sweats I don't need to look nice. *Puts on nice clothes instead* It's what time?! I have 5 minutes to be to class? Crap. Well no breakfast for me. I hope I don't get lost like some freshman, that'd be super embarrassing.
After the First Day is Over
Well now it feels like I have been in class forever! *It's only 1 o'clock* I have to go back to having five classes again tomorrow? When do I graduate again? (even though you never want to graduate).





















