Camp? College? Camp? College? I cannot decide.

August 17, 2016.  DPy, CMoney, and Will dragged me to college, made my room look beautiful, then flat out drove away. They actually left me here. And by “here”, I mean “camp”, according to those loons I love so much.  You know, where they pay for you to go have so much fun for maybe a week, but then come back to get you. Two things- First, this really has not been that fun and second, they are not coming back for me. This is college. Who knows-  maybe I’ll love it! (But I’ll give it some time to start loving me because hello this relationship can’t be a one way street)

My first thoughts as a college student:

1. I’m not crying. I’m not. Okay, just don’t look at me.
2. Did she just say she has a python in her dorm? (real talk, people)
3. Am I actually supposed to socialize or can I sit in this corner?
4. This food sucks. Will it get better? (to answer my own question- nope, it does not get better)
5. When is Labor Day?
6. Do I seriously need to be across campus in 4 minutes? Damn it.
7. Bathroom door is locked from inside. Is my suite mate in there, or can I go in?  Hello?? Guys!!
8. Why is her hair rainbow? Did her parents actually let her do that?
9. Is this shower joking me right now? Good Lord.
10. I’m sorry, when did you say Labor Day was again?

So moving day. No one has ever seen so much stuff fit into such a small place. I kid you not people would walk past our hall and just stare. We’d look at them and say yes, we know this is a lot of stuff. Yes, we are fully aware that lights and a rug are not necessary. But, we are doing this. Carry on, dude. I did not expect anything less than for my mom to make “camp” look like home. When I told her that, she told me I could never say that again unless the word temporary was before home. I said aye aye, captain! But seriously, she killed it. She was the designated “we need someone tiny” person; she always seems to come in handy!

My room is literally a 4×4 box, so bunk beds were the only option. Woo (no enthusiasm, whatsoever) Can you even imagine climbing onto a bed via ladder every single night? Wait, it gets better! Can you even imagine climbing out of your bed via ladder every single morning? Hold on, it gets even better! Can you even imagine climbing out of bed via ladder and falling off? Ha! I can. #day1

Even though I am running on adrenaline, I am very thankful for the meeting after meeting after meeting to keep my brain occupied. Wait, did I say occupied? I’m sorry, that’s not true. If there is a tornado or my house catches on fire, I will have absolutely no idea what to do. This could be a problem, but I cannot stop thinking about what Will is doing at home. I wonder if Mom has cried? (dumb question) Too many thoughts to worry about how to handle myself in an emergency.

One more thing. When I opened the second drawer of my extremely organized desk, I found a little something. Will made a book about me, filled with funny and amazing quotes. Tears? Tears!! Gosh, I have been so blessed with amazing people in my life the past 18 years. I love my home and my people and I cannot wait to go back, but for now, college.