When you get back to campus and there's so much going on. Yeah, you're home town is nice, but you were missing all the life on campus.
Seeing you're best friend for the first time in four months when it's felt like years. It's totally okay to sprint towards them and tackle hug them. You're finally reunited and you need to catch up on all that missed time.
When you're on your own again and you get to eat whatever you want and whatever's easiest, no matter how bad it is for you. You're torn between wishing your mom would make you good food and being happy you can have chips for dinner.
Going out the night you move in and having to deal with the aftermath by yourself. Why isn't anyone giving you the pity you need?
When it's only the first day of classes and you've already messed up the sleep schedule you planned on keeping. You probably won't get your eight hours until fall break. That's okay as long as you have coffee, right?
Thinking the first day of classes will just be about the syllabus but instead having all of your professors start teaching a new lesson. This was supposed to be an easy day, and homework just hit you like a truck.
When you look at all of your syllabuses and start to think that there is actually no way you can do this all semester and remain sane.
When the first week is over and you've realized that this semester is actually going to be great. You've settled into your room, adjusted to going class again, and you're surrounded by all of your friends. It's going to be a great semester.
