Most people are extremely excited for their freshman year of college. New people, new environment, parties, learning (okay, maybe not everyone is necessarily excited about this part), and freedom from parental supervision. For me, on the other hand, it was terrifying. Anything out-of-the-box and differing from the everyday routines I had basically followed my entire life was just out of the question, but I faced it head-on anyway. Needless to say, from move-in day to move-out day, I learned quite a few things about my newly given freedom, and I met some pretty fantastic people along the way.

I couldn't care less what I look like when I go to class.

For some reason that is completely beyond me. In my young teen years, I used to wake up two hours before school started to make sure I looked completely presentable. In college, it's a completely different story. I think it's an unspoken game that whoever looks the most like a hobo is the winner. Whenever you see someone who actually puts effort into looking nice to sit in an 8 a.m. lecture, you stare in disbelief. It's hard to grasp how someone has time to do that much when sleep exists.

I study for every little thing.

In high school, I only studied for the big things. I aimed for B's because it didn't hurt anything. In college, I study for every little thing. Say there's a 2 percent chance of a pop quiz happening tomorrow. I'll re-read the chapter for details three more times. You have a cumulative final exam at 11 a.m. tomorrow? Six cups of coffee is totally an acceptable substitute for sleep. I think it's the overwhelming fear of losing a scholarship and being put in more debt. That tends to freak people out a little bit.

Freshman 15? More like Freshman 25.

Contrary to what you might think, eating Chick-Fil-A every day and all the macaroni and cheese that the dining hall presents to you will eventually do something to your body. You feel so free without parents breathing down your neck, and eating chicken nuggets for breakfast seems like a great idea on the Friday morning after you had too many drinks at Bent. And, going to the gym just so happens to "never fit into your schedule." Even though you spend hours binge watching every season of "F.R.I.E.N.D.S." on Netflix and a lot of time napping. Sorry, but walking up the 76 Life Science stairs twice a day doesn't count as a total daily workout. I know, it's sad.

Dorms are great but they are terrible. Terribly great.

Being in such close quarters with so many people is going to be rough sometimes. Everyone will get on everyone's nerves at some point during the school year. There are drunken yells on a Wednesday night when your trying to study for your big test (or trying to sleep). There is always the questionable bathroom situation that you're just stuck with, so wear shower shoes. There's also the whole roommate situation, which can be difficult if you've never shared a room at home, or don't know your roommate that well. However, dorms are also pretty fantastic. Your floor is like a family; a family that shares food when you're up and hungry at 3 a.m. That's the best kind, especially since, most of the time, we're all hungry. By the end of the year, you will be absolutely sick of the dorm, but when you see your room empty, there is a bit of sadness. Maybe it's the fact that it's empty, or maybe it's the fact that you have to pay rent every month for the nearly condemned house you're living in ten miles away from campus. Either one applies.

Freshman year was an interesting one, but I wouldn't change anything about it. I learned quite a few lessons, most not even school related, that I will hold close to my heart for the years to come.