And I have to say, right now, I kind of agree.

I’m attempting to juggle an online class, the impending doom of a five-day-a-week-four-weeks-total-summer-writing-class, three grad school applications, and maybe hopefully passing the CBEST oh and also organizing when I’ll volunteer next term and also working 20+ hours a week and being completely AD—-

DID THAT SNAIL JUST TRANSFORM AND FLY AWAY.

OH MY GOSH I NEED TO ANALYZE THIS.

CLEARLY SCIENCE HAS LIED TO US ALL THESE YEARS–CLEARLY MY HIGH SCHOOL BIOLOGY TEACHER HAD NO IDEA WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOU–

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Oh. Right.

School. And Work. And organizing.
And grad school. And The Future.
And sentence fragments.

I have no attention span, and I don’t know what to do first when I can’t eliminate or check things off my list, just do a half-jot or a dot indicating that I tried to do something, I thought about getting it done, or I attempted to figure it all out.

I don’t know you guys, this stuff, this part of adulthood, this period-of-life-where-I’m-up-in-the-air-and-so-busy-I-can-hardly-breathe is really really not cool.

So it happens. And I feel kind of like a dork for Writing A Blog Post about Surviving My Very First Week Of School, but that’s how I roll. I was filled with way more anxiety about returning to school this year than I was in previous years, it boils down these three things:

1. I’ve been in community college for what feels like an eternity now, and this was my first week at University (finally!).
2. I met someone, who now lives far away. University means we can’t talk as much as we have been these past few weeks. (Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!)
3. All the girls downtown wear sexy boots and tights and dresses and ivory-carved necklaces and I have to catch a bus, a train, walk 12 blocks to get to campus AND then run across campus halfway through my day and sexy boots, tights, dresses and ivory-carved necklaces just don’t really fit into those wardrobe choices, right? I have been making do with my brand-new (for the term) graphic tees and my ever-trusty plaid shoes.

I am very excited and also dreading the coming term. I have two literature classes and a history class, which means I will be doing gobs and gobs of reading and also gobs and gobs of writing. Hopefully I can get past my initial hatred of doing work of any kind and find a way to enjoy the inevitable work I will have to do.

Because I don’t live on campus (though I would love love love to) I can’t quite wear the fascinating boots and skirt combinations that 99% of the girls on campus here wear, but I can make my own attempts with flats and my own cute tights. I will post an update on that next week!