I think we can all say that the first few weeks of college have been rough, at least I know they have been for me. Adjusting to classes, being away from home, trying to juggle extra activities and being involved on campus, as well as all the other things that come along with college. I was excited to move out, but as the summer went by I became more and more terrified to be moving away. One day as I was freaking out my mom told me that I could come back home if I absolutely hated it but that I would love it, and she was right. Moms are always right.

1. My first night by myself.

Due to band camp, I moved into my dorm about two weeks before move-in day, so there weren’t a lot of people in the dorms yet. My roommate is not in the band and I was completely by myself. Growing up with as many siblings as I have my first time alone was odd. Everything was so quiet and honestly slightly scary when I was the only person on the hall.

2. That first college breakdown.

Now I think everyone can admit that college is stressful, well this breakdown occurred before classes started. Moving two hours from home, being alone, and constantly going takes its toll on a girl. Moving in was such a fast process for me I basically hugged my mom while running out the door. I realized this a few days later, and that was the breakdown.

3. When I got my roommate. FINALLY.

The only communication I had with my roommate was over text, we had never met. This was only a little terrifying. We seemed to get along, but who knows what it would be like when we met. Well, she arrived, and it wasn’t scary at all.

4. When classes actually started.

My family is never on time; I am determined to be on time as often as possible. With classes starting I wanted to make sure I was there early, turns out being really early only lasts the first few days, now I am just on time. As classes started I was freaking out, there was so much going on I called my mom, and that is when my second college breakdown occurred.

5. Storms. Every time there is a storm.

I hate storms. I don’t remember any traumatic experience with storms to make me hate them, but a few have happened to strengthen the hate. I know there will be more storms than I am used to, but I think I can deal with them. Just call my mom and turn Netflix up really loud.

6. The first time I was sick.

So thanks to Irma and the cold wear-- I got sick, much like everyone else. My mom is a nurse so I am used to her taking care of everything, telling me what I need... I didn’t have that so I had to figure it out myself. So far sucking it up works. LOL