Well, it's that time again. It's time to get back to the routine of early mornings, rushed meals, late night studying, and perpetual exhaustion. I packed my backpack for the morning like a loser. I had the binder versus notebook debate for all of classes. I'm more of a notebook fan, but I have all these loose leaf textbooks that go into binders. I hate loose leaf books by the way. They have their merits because I can take section in and out, but there is no resale value and I always end up ripping half the pages. I paid almost $200 for two textbooks that can fit into one inch binders. Maybe I should make my calling the textbook business. They're probably raking it in.
So, another year, another major. My indecisiveness is showing. I am technically still a biology major on paper, and I just laugh when someone asks me what I am majoring in. I don't even really know right now.
I'm giving the commuter life a try this semester. Like the actual commuter life where I have to drive 30 minutes back home to my parents house. I am already dreading it. I know I shouldn't complain, and I do love my family, but it is sort of bumming me out. Watching all of my friends move into their new apartments while I return home make me feel like I am regressing, but then again, I don't have to pay rent, so there is something positive about my predicament.
I think my biggest fear for this semester is being forgotten. I know it's stupid, but with everyone close to campus and me going back home, I worry that I am going to be cut out of the loop. I suppose I should also worried about sucking at another major, but I have a good feeling about this one. It's too early to tell, but after this summer, I know leaving biology was the right decision. So far I've learned two fields I don't want to be in. Sometimes you have to know what you don't like to know what you do. Or at least that's what I tell myself to justify my mess of a college career.
Welcome to a first day like all other first days. The struggle of falling asleep the night before, wondering who is in your classes, hoping you have the same lunch as your friends, and praying you won't get lost finding your way is the same from kindergarten to college.
Happy 1st day of school!
Noelle
So, another year, another major. My indecisiveness is showing. I am technically still a biology major on paper, and I just laugh when someone asks me what I am majoring in. I don't even really know right now.
I'm giving the commuter life a try this semester. Like the actual commuter life where I have to drive 30 minutes back home to my parents house. I am already dreading it. I know I shouldn't complain, and I do love my family, but it is sort of bumming me out. Watching all of my friends move into their new apartments while I return home make me feel like I am regressing, but then again, I don't have to pay rent, so there is something positive about my predicament.
I think my biggest fear for this semester is being forgotten. I know it's stupid, but with everyone close to campus and me going back home, I worry that I am going to be cut out of the loop. I suppose I should also worried about sucking at another major, but I have a good feeling about this one. It's too early to tell, but after this summer, I know leaving biology was the right decision. So far I've learned two fields I don't want to be in. Sometimes you have to know what you don't like to know what you do. Or at least that's what I tell myself to justify my mess of a college career.
Welcome to a first day like all other first days. The struggle of falling asleep the night before, wondering who is in your classes, hoping you have the same lunch as your friends, and praying you won't get lost finding your way is the same from kindergarten to college.
Happy 1st day of school!
Noelle
