I’m twenty-one (and a half) years old and for as long as I can remember the first day of school has always given me butterflies in my stomach. Up until my senior year of high school I would spend the whole day before the first day trying on any and every outfit combination I could think of and forcing my Mom and brother to watch my “Back to School Fashion Show” in order to pick out my first day attire (and then second, third, fourth, etc. as well). It may have been a
little over board and I think it’s why I’m dating a photographer now because who doesn’t want to feel like a supermodel on their first day of school right?
Today is no exception, even though school started a week later than I originally thought (the entire month I expected school September 23rd…and it wasn’t until the 22nd that I realized…whoops I was wrong) I’m still all nerves. I hate feeling unprepared, worrying about being late, and worst of all the unexpected. What if everyone knows what they’re talking about and I don’t? What if the professor is mean? What if I have spinach stuck in my teeth and no one wants to sit by me? What if my phone goes off in class and everyone hears my Spice Girls ringtone? These are legitimate concerns that run through my mind. So of course, as all responsible students should, I am sure to arrive on campus no less than an hour early…because it’s better to be sixty minutes early than twenty seconds late….that’s what I always say!
This year the first day of school is especially meaningful to me because if everything goes as it is supposed to…it’s my last first day of school. Sure there will be two more quarters (and hopefully grad school in my future) but everyone knows Fall is the real first day of school. I’m used to school, I’m good at school. I know how to sit and class and take notes without texting (well, mainly). I know how to write papers (even if it’s at eleven the night before they’re due) and study for exams and participate in in class discussions (ugh even though I hate them) but I don’t know how to be a real live grown up and navigate myself through the grown up world. The idea of such a big change terrifies me, yesterday, while picking out my first day of school outfit I was simultaneously picking out an outfit for a job interview tomorrow. I was sort of freaking out and on the verge of tears. I wanted to look stylish yet professional, young yet sophisticated. I wanted to look like I’d hopped straight out of a J.Crew catalogue but alas, a college student’s wardrobe has far more yoga pants and sorority sweatshirts than pencil skirts and silk button ups. I almost had a nervous break down realizing what an adjustment being a grown up is, but in the end I threw something together I was happy with (you’ll see pictures later) even though I don’t necessarily look like Jenna Lyons.
I have some lofty goals for Autumn quarter (hello…4.0 GPA) and I am dead set on achieving them. It’s my senior year of college and I have every intention of going out with a bang (in a good way of course). Wish me luck, because we all know I’m jittery from all the caffeine I’ve ingested slash about to have a panic attack.
Enjoy your last day of September Peaches! Tomorrow begins the official countdown to Halloween (aka best holiday of the year in my opinion).