Welcome back to another fabulous semester at CSC.Or if you’re a freshman, just welcome.
For those who know me, I’m back. For those frosh who don’t, you soon will.
Due to popular demand my so-called “freshman” column has now turned into a “sophomore” column. Or, as I would like to think of it, a column of frivolous ranting.
So I guess I’ll jump right back into it. I don’t really feel the need to give any words of wisdom to the new students, such as some amazing advice as to how to survive your first year.
Last year, I was told first semester that all my columns were negative. Hopefully they weren’t all negative, and I hope this year’s won’t be either. I’m crossing my fingers at this point because guess what, here’s where I begin to vent.
These first days back are weird. All summer, I was having a good time, but in the back of my mind I longed for the freedom of CSC. Now that I’m actually here, I wouldn’t mind a rewind button on my life, just to maybe the middle of the summer, so I could slap myself in the face for not savoring every single moment of the delicious summer days.
I had so many huge summer plans, all which didn’t happen, of course. Don’t get me wrong, my summer was very good. Just very uneventful.
I figured, ‘hey sweet, I’m going back to school.’
Memories flooded my mind of the last few months of school before summer break. Beach shenanigans, trips to the cemetery, late nights staying up ’til 5 a.m. That is what I remember, so that is what I expected, you know?
Probably a stupid assumption I suppose. I want to be here, but it feels different, because it is different. Change is bound to happen. Places change, people change and you and I change.
I’m sure after I get comfortable in my new digs, and with my new classes, I will feel right back at home.
To tell you the truth, I already feel like I’ve lived in this room, (or home as Sarah and I would like to call it) for a long time. I’m pretty sure our room has been trashed and re-cleaned at least five times since we’ve been here. And we’ve only been here for a week and a half.
That is what happens when you get two busy, fashion savvy girls in a room together. Clothes everywhere.
Speaking of clothes, so far I have already lost my favorite jeans. Just to clarify, these are absolutely my favorite pair of pants on the planet. They are perfectly broken in, comfy, full of holes and just all around awesome. Gone. Disappeared off the face of this earth with no clues as to their whereabouts.
I’ll update you on the status of these jeans as time goes by.
Besides the loss of my beloved jeans, I am experiencing a nice bout of illness, which I hope and pray to the heavens is going far away now. This beautiful sickness started the fourth day of school, and is still looming over me like a rain cloud on a summer’s day. I think I feel better, and then, surprise, it’s back again.
Maybe I should get that checked out.
In lighter news, October break is only four weeks away!
Just kidding, I’m not counting down — yet. I’m looking forward to getting back into the swing of things. I didn’t realize how much I missed a few of my friends here. I didn’t see very many of my college friends over the summer, and now I appreciate them a lot more.
So I don’t know if people will even want to read this again. Or if people even read it before, except for my friends. Right guys?