It's inevitable. . . and it's that time of year, folks. Move in has come and gone. Sorority recruitment is upon us. We've all been throughly oriented.
Oh wait. . . college is about academics. If there's such thing as a brutal reminder of this fact, day one of class is exactly that.
Planning the right outfit raises some questions: Do you try to look cute? Do you wear workout clothes so people think you're sporty? Do you wear a t-shirt so people don't get their hopes up for the rest of the semester?
You've been going to this school for how long? How is there still some random building you don't know the name of? You're having to navigate and it's going exactly this well: #helpme
That girl who speaks way too much walks in and suddenly, this is you:
How have you managed a class with her every single semester?
Luckily, in comes your friend and there's renewed hope. Now at least there's someone to mutually hate everything with:
Someone asks you for a pencil and you've lost hope in humanity because how do you not have one on THE FIRST DAY?
Five minutes in and you're already thinking about lunch:
The professor wants to play a "get to know me" game and you've forgotten whether you're in college or the seventh circle of hell or really if they're even different places. Your homegirl probs has to hold you back because ~get to know me games~ cause a bit of #angst.
You've come out of the game fairly unscathed, surprisingly, only to be hit by: the syllabus. The pain of the semester to come grips you:
Perhaps the only redeeming quality of day one, since it's syllabus week, is that once you've recovered from these annoyances, you're usually let go--- and one step closer to lunch:
