By the time this article is published, I will have been in college for about three weeks. However, Emma from the past is currently living in the first week of college, where she somehow always finds a way to lose things or to lock herself out of her dorm. This Emma doesn’t have her life together, and she doesn’t know if Emma in two or three weeks will have her life together either. She thinks not.

In this past week, I have misplaced many things. Some, I have had the fortune of finding again, but others were thrust into the void, never to be found again.

1. My Griz Card

As I speak (or, write) I am waiting for the Griz Card Center to open at 9am so I can go in and tell the attendant that I lost my card and my dignity. Who knows where it went? I always keep it on the back of my phone, along with my room card, but apparently it wanted to be free. It wanted to live a life of its own. It’s okay, little Griz Card. Be free. Live your life the way you want to. Don’t be held down by the thought that I need you to eat. No, no. Fly.

2. My Debit Card

I walked to get ice cream with a group of thirty or so people one day, and I didn’t want to fumble around with my wallet trying to put my debit card back in. There was my mistake. I slid the card into the outer pocket of my purse, and all it took was one weird step and that card was gone. When I realized it was missing, I knew it could be anywhere. So I called my bank and froze my card, they wished me luck in finding it, and said that my new card would come in 7-10 business days. And I kid you not, 5 seconds after I get off the line, I get a call from a number with a 406 area code, and it’s an employee from the Adams Center telling me they have my debit card. I rush down there, grab my card, and profusely thank the woman in the booth. This one worked out, and now I know to just put things back where you keep them.

3. My Dignity

Not only have I locked myself out of my room, but I have also been sprayed in the face by a sprinkler, had awkward confrontations from creepy guys I’ve blocked on Facebook, but I have also consistently been unorganized and stressed. Maybe I’m stressed because I’m disorganized. Maybe I’m disorganized because I’m stressed. Hopefully future Emma will come back and say it’s all gonna work out. Ha, who am I kidding?

4. All Social Skills Whatsoever

It’s not like I was great at making friends before I moved here, but boy, oh boy has it been difficult to make friends. Again, maybe future Emma will have a big group of friends in two or three weeks that she loves and enjoys being around, or maybe she’ll be surrounded by books, photos of her cat, and energy drinks. Just kidding mom, I won’t drink those. It seems that the second I arrived here, I just forgot how people make friends. You can always just go with the small talk and ask where people are from, what their major is, if they have any siblings, where they live, etc, etc. But past that, most people you probably won’t get to know very deeply. But hey, maybe I’ll prove myself wrong.

5. My Basic Math Skills

I don’t even have to take a math class this semester but if someone asked me a simple addition problem I would need a minute, or I’d be counting on my fingers. I swear, I used to be good at math; but after a few months of summer, it feels like all of my math skills have disappeared. The same goes for all knowledge as well. It seems like I can’t remember my state’s capital city, when the U.S. was founded, or anything else that would actually be useful to me in college. But for some reason, I can tell you how many calories are in an orange, the capital of Honduras, the pythagorean theorem, and of course, that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.