I wish I could say that my first week of classes went well, that because now that I'm a junior, I have everything down, from where all of the buildings are to dodging the cars, bikes, longboards, etc.

But it wasn't one of those weeks.

I would like to preface this by saying that I hate it when people start comparing who has the worst day, so that's not why I'm writing this. I don't take many things seriously, namely myself, so here's a little piece of my life to laugh at, because trust me, I still am.

So here we go: I went to the wrong day of classes on the first day, and didn't realize I wasn't where I was supposed to be for almost thirty minutes. Total freshman move, I know. While I was texting my friend about how I went to the wrong day of classes, I tripped down the stairs. Total Izzy move. When I got home I saw that I had a $40 parking ticket peeking out from my windshield. The next day, my car was towed for blocking a driveway (because apparently using your front lawn as a driveway is a thing in Charleston). Also, last week I totally and shamelessly threw myself at a guy, which was followed by a long awkward pause and him saying "Uh, I have a girlfriend." Needless to say, I was ashamed after that.

Even after gushing to all of my friends about all of the seriously unlucky things that have been happening in the past week, they all agreed that my week was terrible. It wasn't terrible, though. Yeah, things sucked, but I'm still alive (albeit almost $200 short).

I found myself the other day, lying in bed, hadn't moved in hours, watching a movie on and off that I had seen so many times already, when I stumbled upon TED Talk videos on Youtube. I am not ashamed to say that I love a good TED Talk, and I found an older one called "If I Should Have a Daughter" by Sarah Kaye, who's an awesome, awesome slam poet that I recalled from having seen her spoken word performances before. In the middle of her talk, she asks the audience to think of three things they know to be true. I paused the video for a moment, so I could think about my three things, and just to take in the phrase: things I know to be true. There are so many big unanswered questions in the world, but within my life, there is certainty, certainty that I can list off, like, "I know I have cereal in my cabinet, but no milk," to "You need to go buy milk." So here are three things I know to be true:

1. I know that there's a Magic Bullet at my house. I know I have to drive 8 hours on Sunday to go pick up everything I forgot in the midst of moving to Charleston, (and my spankin' new Magic Bullet! It's kind of sad that I'm so excited for it—it's literally just a glorified blender) but I know that when I go home, I'll get off the highway, drive past the same, paint-chipped sign indicating I've reached the neighborhood I always grew up in, and get some sort of comfort in driving up the driveway that took weeks to master after finally getting my permit. Growing up in a place where all the houses look essentially the same, and everyone lives the same lives, I knew that I wanted to get out once I was in high school. But still, when I get the chance to go home, I get to see my parents, and my cat, and that brief amount of time that I get to spend in the little white house with black shutters that I've always known as home, I'll enjoy my time there.

2. I know that I am a total hopeless fool in the world of boys. Like, think sitcom plot, "everything that could go wrong, goes wrong" bad. But at the same time, I don't really care. And maybe that's bad, but I know that things will work out, whether or not it involves someone else in my life. I will not let my life be determined by how successful (or unsuccessful) my love life is, even if it suddenly becomes this amazing, surreal thing. I've never had a boyfriend, and I see nothing wrong with that. Maybe I'll be single until I'm 30, maybe I'll be in a relationship in a month. Either way I'm content with how my life is right in this moment, and that's what's more important to me.

3. I know that this week wasn't the worst week of my life. And it won't be. One of my absolute favorite bands, Good Old War, came out with a new song earlier this year, called, "Broken into Better Shape." It's honestly has some of the most amazing lyrics I've ever heard. Just the title, "Broken into Better Shape;" it's such a beautiful and promising statement. The beginning line in the song is "The darker the night, the brighter the stars." Maybe that isn't always the case, but I think that for me, for my strange week that got sequentially stranger, the stars were bright by the end. I write this now, surrounded by friends (and pizza), laughing at my luck, or rather, the absence of it. And minus the $200 I had to pay, I wouldn't have changed a thing.