'Twas the night before move in when all through the house, not a creature was calm not even a mouse. Take a look at my first week.
Move In Day
After an anxious and anxiety ridden 12 months move in day has finally arrived on an early Sunday afternoon. In the midst of packing the car, I could barely count a number of times I flung myself onto my father or cousin, yelling "BUT DON'T GO, DON'T LEAVE ME."
There were so many thoughts running through my mind that morning, that I couldn't quite process anything. It was only a few months prior I had felt accomplished and on top of the world, but here I was now going from an adult to a baby.
It was time to panic.
Getting Your Family Lost Because You’re Directionally Challenged On The Way To Move In
Why my family exactly trusted my choice of directions that morning, I honestly have no idea.
It is no secret that I am high key directionally challenged with a small case of what's left and right. Instead of leading my family to "Dinallo Heights" at 11:30 a.m., my mind for some reason went to a building entirely across from the one I was supposed to be arriving at in t-minus 1 minute.
I remember the look in my cousin's eyes, a combination of frustration and pity. A look that read, "I'm not angry, just disappointed."
Holding In the Weird When You Meet Your Roommate
Remember that episode of Sponge Bob where he watches the tape on how to be normal? That was me.
I will admit that I was lucky to have talked to my roommate the few months leading up to college move in. However, that didn't stop the reality that any new individual tended to put me back in my introverted turtle shell. I was so worried about the fact that
Finally Letting It Out Because You Can't Take It Anymore
But holding in the weird was hard.
It got to the point my first week of college where I would wait for my roommate to leave just to talk to myself as I typed or uncomfortably waddle.
"Uncomfortably waddle"-also known as dancing to some.
The Welcome Bash
I had never been to an actual "party" in high school which is why the opening bash on the night of move in slightly excited and slightly terrified me at the same time. Nonetheless, I took one for the team, and by team I mean everyone else telling me to go, and followed my more extroverted roommate down to opening night.
*Three hours later*
Did I awkwardly stand there in a corner the whole time? Yep, pretty much.
When They Find Out You're From Missouri- "What's It Like?" "I Bet You Love Country Music," "So You're Like Super Conservative Right?"
I feel as if this experience needs no explanation.
Being Trolled By Upperclassmen- "Do You Know Where This Hall Is?"..."It Doesn't Exist"
I can not explain the warmth that bubbled within my heart due to the kindness of the trolling upperclassman. They were true gems in the dirt that was humanity the first week of college. Thank you.
First Day Of Class-"Your Essay Is Due Next Week"
The time for a 100 pack of crayons had passed and the college apocalypse was here conveniently named, "Your essay is due next week."
*hello darkness, my old friend*
"Tell Me About Yourself"
It was one of the few things that truly shut off my common sense almost as bad as giving directions. "Tell me about yourself" a.k.a "Quick what do I know about myself" or "What if I say the wrong thing" syndrome.
I usually just ended up blurting out the standard "Harry Potter is life."
Finding Real Food Outside of the Cafeteria
Am I dreaming or was this burrito real?
After a week of college cafeteria food, going off campus to an actual restaurant was a celebration of the century. Not that all of the food was necessarily bad, but three times a day was dreadful. There were only so many times my heart could wish for an actual waffle and get broken by an EGGO.
Ohana Means Family
Although I was excited the first week of college, I couldn't help but miss my family. I knew that the sensation of being homesick wouldn't last forever, but it was still something that would take time to get used to.
