It is three weeks into college now, and things are starting to get real. At first, the excitement to be back with our friends and on campus outweighed a harsh reality: college is rough. I will be the first to own up to some "irrational" mood swings... I'm stressed, okay?!
I'm not proud of it, but sometimes, I get *upset* over things like...
1. The food lines in the caf being too long
Honestly, people, not everyone can have a lunch break at 11:50! So much for that salad...
2. The caf being out of the pre-prepared food you want
So... you're telling me that not only did I leave the line for real food, but you guys are out of all the food I wouldn't have to wait for?? I really just wanted some hummus, but I guess NOT TODAY!
3. That one day of classes that I THOUGHT I could handle
I really wanted Friday off, but I would give just about anything to not have multiple three-hour classes scheduled into the same day.
4. Slow walkers on my way (borderline late) to class
I am all for stopping to smell the roses and all that jazz... but these people find me right as I'm trying to hustle to night class. It's like it's their job to make sure I learn how to manage my time better...
5. Night class in general
Speaking of night class... enough said.
6. When Starbucks runs out of my drink
Okay, maybe there's a theme of my attachment to food... but I may have had actual tears in my eyes when I entered Starbucks and they said, "We're out of chai."
7. When someone sits at "my table" in the caf/library/class
Does it have my name on it? No. Have I even sat here in the past three days? Maybe not. But... in my heart, this is my seat and I'm bitter.
8. When all of my assignments are due on the same. day.
I don't care how long I had to complete them... don't do this to me.
9. The shuttle system
If you have to shuttle anywhere to get where you need to go on campus... you feel my pain.
I will be the first to admit how totally trivial these problems are. In reality, there is so much more good than bad. If these are my problems... boy, am I lucky.