As the first week of class rolls around, excitement fills the air as new students move into their dorms, upperclassmen are reunited with their friends, and a new semester starts. If you're anything like me, you probably love the first weeks of the semester, but it also probably scares the living hell out of you. The first week of the semester you probably feel something like this:
First, finally you move back to your college town into a dorm/apartment/house a few days before classes technically start. The excitement of decorating your place however you want, breathing in that sweet independence, and being reunited with your friends gives you one of life's natural highs. The first days fly by as it's literally nothing but hanging out with friends and catching up, but then the night before the first day of class rolls around and all you can think is "I can't wait for this class, it's going to be so interesting," and "Thank god my best friend is in this class so I have someone to study with." You set your alarm thirty minutes before you would any other day of the semester because it's the first day so you've got to dress to impress for that cute boy/girl that could potentially be in your class. You've got to prove your ability to dress up before you can resort to sweatpants and buns.
The next morning you actually wake up to your alarm, only needing to hit snooze twice as the excitement of the new semester takes over. You put on the cutest outfit you'll ever wear to class and stroll into class five to ten minutes early when you're usually the person that runs in as soon as the clock hits eight, large coffee in hand. The teacher passes out the syllabus for what you expect to be your favorite class and you realize two vital things. First, you need a 93 for an A which means you can only miss 35 out of 475 total class points; second, you're in for one hell of a semester. The rest of the day goes pretty much the same, slowly realizing how much you've signed up for and asking yourself, "Am I taking on too much?"
That night, while you lay in bed tossing and turning the only thoughts circulating through your head are, "Crap, why did I sign up for an 8 A.M. class? I'm never going to make it," or "Why did I pick this professor, everyone knows the other one is the easy A," making you feel worse than you've ever felt. After feeling like you've barely slept, your friend comes and wakes you up, "Hey, we're going to be late for class today." After a few days of this routine, you decide that you're way to determined to keep up with your classes to quit as it seems like everyone around you is getting through it. This reinvigorates you for the new semester ahead (of course keeping in mind all the coffee and late nights you'll put yourself through), but the funny thing is, almost everyone walking down the mall is having these mini panic attacks too.
