Here's the thing about college: it moves too fast. One second you're a freshman buying your textbooks for the first time (lol, the only time) and eyeing the small (or large) pile of stuff forming in a corner of your house, and the next you're a year older and coming home for winter break.

I'm not even joking. College is a synonym to the phrase "what is time? and where did it go?" I feel like if I blink I'll end up a senior about to graduate and shoulder a massive amount of student debt.

I'm afraid to blink.

I haven't blinked in five days.

Every time I turn around, it's time to meet with my academic advisor, figure out double majors, sign up for classes, figure out where I'm going to live next year, fret about never getting a job, try to find an internship to sign up for- BADABOOMBA, IT'S THANKSGIVING AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR FINALS!!!

In college, apparently, there's no more flying by the seat of your pants. There's no more figuring the big things out on the go. There's rocking yourself to sleep at night and telling yourself it's going to be okay, and then there's waking up in the morning and figuring out how to make everything be okay.

In college, it seems, you have to figure your life out six months in advance of when those aspects of your life actually fall into place, or there's sheer, utter panic.

I sound like I'm a control freak. I sound like I need to just "chill out and go with the flow more!" I promise you, I go with the flow as often as possible. In situations like these, there's no such thing as going with the flow. There's putting your big girl pants on and dealing with things as they need to be dealt with and ranting about those things (ahem, warning. I mean I'm warning the freshmen about those things) on Odyssey.

But you know what else no one else tells you about college?

As hectic as things seem, as back to back as things tend to get, for every moment that there's a "wait, wasn't I just signing up for things?" there's also a moment where you say "I just came home and for once in my life I don't have to sign up for anything."

How do I know?

Because in about a week I'll be stretched out on the sofa saying that exact thing instead of writing in between researching my books and professors for next semester and figure out my living arrangements for next year.

How time flies.