Returning to school means returning to the world of comfortability, Netflix, mediocre dining hall food, and oh, yeah, class.
Reuniting with friends after a summer – which might as well have been five years long – will be all that anyone is worried about the second you step foot onto campus.
For my fellow religious "Parks and Recreation" fans (aka Netflix bingers), here is how I view the first week back to school:
I might as well be referred to as Leslie Knope.
I love my school and everything about it – as I’m sure most, if not all, of you do too.You can catch me attending numerous sporting events supporting friends, finding new study spots in the library even when I have nothing to study for, soaking up all the glory of what we call Greek Court, and even the deranged squirrels that infest campus. Everything about the first week back deserves a holiday! The first day of class is almost as good as Galentine's Day!
The town my school is in should be considered Pawnee, Indiana.
Again, everyone who attends the school loves the town it's in! No matter the size, college towns always have the most to offer its student population. The first week back usually means lots of promotions/deals/sales going on for local businesses attracting the large numbers of broke college kids who love to spend money they don’t have because they love the town!
My best friends are Ann Perkins, Ann Perkins, Ann Perkins, and Ann Perkins.
Yes, I have the four best friends in the world. No, they are not all named Ann Perkins, but they should be because the friendship we share is the real life version of Leslie Knope and Ann Perkins. Like I said, spending a whole summer apart means nothing and we will always pick up right where we all left off once we return to school.
Don’t hold your breath, you’ll get a Chris Traeger professor no doubt.
Every year back to school comes new professors who are determined to remember all of their students by name. They ask a question. You raise your hand. They smile, point straight at your face and yell your first and last name with the enthusiasm because they studied the class roster. And even six weeks later, they are still calling on you by your first and last name.
The first party of the year that you attend will feel like a VIP night in the Snake Hole Lounge.
You won’t remember how to deal with all of the freedom and strobe lights and crappy cell phone reception for five minutes, then you approach the infamous SnakeJuice. You know you’re putting poison into your body, but you don’t care because you’re back at school and can do what you want and remember you’re at “the hottest party of the night” (says the frat boy bouncers standing guard at the entrance).
The unsuspected Ben Wyatt will show up somewhere somehow.
It’ll be the second day of class, you’ll be trudging along to math listening to whatever song on your iPhone and BAM. There goes the most gorgeous human being that you’ve ever laid eyes on walking across the quad in the opposite direction. You’ve never seen them on campus before and you’re already wondering what your offspring would look like. Then you see them the next day at the gym! What a cruel, sick, joke the universe is playing on you. You’ll end up really meeting them at some loud obnoxious syllabus week party and fall in love and get married after graduation and become the poster children for college sweetheart romances – well, that’s probably not how it’ll go, but a Leslie Knope can dream, right?
