Oh, how we love homecoming... but homecoming week is a different story. In high school, it meant dressing up for a theme every day of the week then a football game and a dance.

In college, it means dying of stress, stress and more stress than making it all go away at the tailgate and forgetting the week even happened.

As a newly initiated member of my sorority I knew this was a big week, heck we've been preparing for weeks now, I severely underestimated the beast of "Homecoming" however.

This beast included countless hours of comping, required attendance at events and mandatory practices for things you chose to participate in, on top of all your academic responsibilities and simple tasks such as eating, sleeping and even breathing seems to need to find a place in this busy week.

I thought the term "Hell week" was overrated, nope... definitely not overrated.

My week began on Sunday, after fall break. I had to drive back to campus. On my way back I brought a friend back down with me and we decided to stop at a place I had been to two years ago with AMAZING fried Mac and cheese.

I knew I didn't want to be stopped long but figured it'd be no problem since I knew what I wanted. Wrong, they informed me that they no longer sold my most loved appetizer anymore.

My heart shattered into millions of pieces right on that dirty, bar floor. I decided on something else since I needed to eat and my friend was ordering so I was going to have to sit there anyway. 35 minutes later I got my sonic level tater tots and was livid.

No Mac and cheese and no making it back to school in my preferred time(Type A doesn't begin to describe my level of schedules) Once we finally got back in the car the GPS had us getting to campus an hour later than before we had stopped.

I hurried down the road for the rest of the hour and a half and got about 15 minutes away from campus when my car began to make a shaking feeling and the gas pedal no longer worked.

In the middle of what seemed to be an extremely busy expressway, my car died. Not on the shoulder and not even in the right lane but in the left of the two lanes because there wasn't enough power to even get over.

I had to stop and call 911, for the first time ever, so that an Officer could park behind me to ensure I wouldn't get hit. We almost got hit countless times in the 30 minutes it took the Police to get to us.

My cousin so graciously brought me gas, only after the Officer had pushed me and my friend in my car down a hill, through an intersection and to a parking lot. Thinking my car was simply out of gas, we poured to gas in and I headed to the driver's side to start it up.

After multiple failed attempts I knew something more was wrong. We attempted to jump the car and got nothing but strange noises. Thankfully my insurance tows for free and I got it to a repair shop and my friend and I got back to campus.

So far my week has been one for the books and I cannot even begin to imagine what the rest of my week will be like but I am sure it will be something worth writing about next week.