Move in day, a grossly humid day filled with lugging 50-gallon totes into my new dorm all the way to the top floor. The first step I took into my new dorm, I saw a bleak, beige room. The room I was going to call home for the next 10 months was not staying in this condition. The most important task at that moment in time was making my dorm beautiful and making it so aesthetically pleasing that I would be proud to call it home.

A week later, none of the command-strip induced anxiety surrounding the interior design of my quaint room was even a thought in the back of my mind. Now I was organizing my syllabi, rummaging through my course outlines and trying not to forget a deadline while labeling my dry-erase calendar for the month of September.

Suddenly, making sure all of my snacks were stacked on my shelf perfectly and aligning my papers and textbooks on top of my desk were the least of my worries.

I would describe myself as a high school perfectionist, in the sense that every letter grade had to be an A and an adequate amount of work was sufficient to keep my grades up to par. 100% were essential on reading and math quizzes for me to feel OK about myself and my standings in that class.

I now spend between one and three hours reading a chapter of my textbook in order to take a 10-minute timed quiz of 20 questions. I've made a 55%, a 70%, 75%, an 85% and only in this last week did I make a 100% on a quiz for that class. What I am trying to say is, the amount of time I put in to my work has a direct impact on the grades I earn, however a 75% is sometimes the source of my happiness for the day.

This week, I have two midterms to take and was extremely proud of myself when I was able to vacuum my floor and fold my laundry. There is a fine line between studying and having no social life. It is important to me to earn good grades, however in college, "good grades" has taken on a whole new meaning for me. A 100% seems like a blessing while any B grade seems to be the source of peace of mind.

I've had friends ask me to go to concerts or out to a party and part of me is just like:

However, my perfectionist mindset is nowhere near gone for good. Work is an important part of every day for me, but breaks and rewarding my studious habits are crucial for promoting harder work. There are people around me who don't take their grades as seriously as I do. High school is behind me but not everyone's "skate-by attitude" has been left behind at high school graduation.

So what have my first two months of college taught me? To stay calm, and socially enjoy all the opportunities available on campus. Studying for my midterms, writing a paper for a class and completing three math assignments, all due on the same day, still left me time to enjoy Fuzzy's Tacos with my roommate.

Tacos, or even any food is a large part of being able to be awake and complete all of this work. Late night Sonic runs or indulging in Insomnia Cookies are important. While they may warrant an extra 30 minutes in the gym the next day, for the time being the social opportunity it provides for you while being trapped inside your dorm, or camped out inside the library on campus is a total necessity to restrain you from going insane.

So why should you listen to a freshman girl from Oklahoma State University, barely two months into her college career? The answer is, you shouldn't. Do not take my word for ANY of this. Let the timed quizzes, paper deadlines and tricky online math platform requirements sneak up behind you. It will all come back, tapping you on the back of your shoulder and you'll remember: "I think I need a taco, before any of this work can be completed."