We’re back. Winter break flew by, just how my dad does when he's rushing past me to get a Christmas cookie. The only difference between those two is that my excitement for second semester is slightly lower. After a month of good food, good friends, and good food -- sure, I may have mentioned food twice, but my dad didn't gain 10 pounds over the holidays for no good reason -- we're back to being tortured. Maybe I should put in a New Year’s resolution to be optimistic about the semester. I’ll give it a shot right after I complain about the problems I’ve already noticed in the first week of classes.
1. All the 8:30s.
Every day. Waking up at 7:30 a.m. and trying to figure out how to get out of bed before class starts is a struggle. I am not a morning person. Mornings are for joggers and people that like to take pictures of dew. Sadly to say, I am neither fit nor artsy enough to do either of those things. However, the only good thing about an 8:30 a.m. is that on two days of the week my 8:30 is my only class for the day. On those mornings I wake up, walk directly to class, then walk back, go to sleep again and act like the class was just a bad dream.
2. Four classes in one day.
This isn’t really the worst thing ever, but still almost as exhausting as 8:30s. With only one break between classes, my day is almost like a day in high school. I didn’t come to college to repeat high school, because that would be cruel and unusual punishment.
3. Villanova basketball.
I am going to try to complain about the basketball team, even though it’s really not possible. They blew a 15 point lead against Marquette, lagging behind at the half. They may have ended up winning by eleven in the end, but they did not need to play with my emotions.
4. Friends in sororities.
For the whole week, girls were disappearing left and right to go to sorority functions. Plus, it’s crazy seeing girls that never hung out suddenly acting like sisters. This semester I have to learn a whole new alphabet to keep up with social activities. Those crazy combinations of Greek letters get confusing.
5. Switching rooms.
This semester, I switched rooms with a friend to be in another friend’s room. It was for the best, but still a hassle. It was like move-in day, but less family and more friends refusing to help me now that they know me. It was only a few rooms down the hall, so there could easily have been a video montage of us moving stuff from room to room. Unfortunately, my life is not a sitcom.
That pretty much wraps up my first week, which ended with a stressful Panther game -- as my favorite team tried to win the whole game in the first half and lose it in the second half. Let’s hope that doesn’t describe my school year.
