After a very "legen... wait for it ...dary" holiday break, the last thing you wanted to do was start classes. Trust me, I feel you on that. At least the first week back (aka syllabus week) wasn't too terribly strenuous.
Arriving back on campus.
It was all fun and games until you realized that moving back in is basically "move in day part two". Everyone and their mother has their cars parked in front of your dorm building. No princess parking for you, my dear. Greeaaaaat.
Catching up with your friends that you haven't seen in the longest.
"So how was break?"
"Good and yours?"
"Good."
"Cool, let's get dinner"
"Okay"
Remembering that you left something really important at home.
Like your phone charger or favorite pair of earrings.
Getting that "can we share a book this semester?" text from someone you left in 2015.
Um, no thanks.
Hearing one of your professors say they "don't give out A's".
We'll see about that.
Stressing out because your professor actually started chapter one on the first day instead of reviewing the syllabus.
I didn't even bring my pen.
Realizing that the first week is already over - and praying that the remainder of the semester goes by just as fast.
Graduation, where ya at?
