Move in week. Every freshman’s most exciting week of the year. You are finally on your own (more or less) and you get the JOYOUS experience of moving all of your wonderful stuff. Well, I am here to tell you what I feel during week coming into college for the second year, sans precious wee freshman excitement.

First, you get all excited because thank god summer is over and you can back to your love, aka school (okay that might just be me.) You’re excited to begin a new again and see your friends and try again to get fit this year. You’re pumped and you’re all, “I’ve been there, done that, this will be a piece of cake.” Oh, it’s cake alright. Ice cream cake that’s been left in the freezer too long and has become a near-brick. Moving makes you realize how much stuff you have. Random bobby pins, mysterious socks with no match, way too many pairs of shoes, those jeans that don’t even fit you, five coffee mugs that you’ve barely touched because you play favorites...the list goes on. So THEN it’s not so much an “I got this” as it is an “oh god, how will I get this all into my car? Where will it go in my room??” Which means packing turns into the Goodwill game, and THEN packing, and then MORE Goodwill sorting. It makes you rethink so many purchases, I tell you what.

Then comes the unpacking, which is almost worse. You feel so glorious and accomplished when you finally get everything packed and put into your new little room. Then you stare at it, you sigh, and you realize you have no accomplishment yet. None for you Glen Coco. Not this time. You know the unpacking must get completed because, gosh darn it, the week is running out, and you KNOW it’ll never get done once school starts. (Please Note: At this point of the move in process you have barely slept for days and are running solely because MUST FINISH and caffeine. You can barely speak coherent sentences and you’re not entirely sure if you’ll still be functioning come the first day of school.) But by George you are gonna' unpack everything, because #dormroomgoals and you just really want to sleep.

Moving in a second time also makes you much more aware of the insanity of the designated free move-in day, which let me tell you, is much more terrifying to witness than it is to partake in as a freshman. If you moved in early, like myself, then all of the parking spaces gradually begin to dwindle throughout the week until you’re left circling the parking lot like a dog around the dinner table with no scraps. You truly are in awe of the parents who somehow make their child’s move in process go 10x smoother than yours, even though you’ve “been there done that” and you gape at the amount of people in one place.

Once this terrifying reality has FINALLY settled the inevitable happens, you realize it is the day before school starts, and you still have no sleep. RIP incoming sophomores. May my fellow compadres successfully make it through the first week of school again.

DISCLAIMER: Article written after experiencing aforementioned terror, lack of sleep, and a work week at Target during back-to-school. #I’mfine #needmorecaffeine #Ithoughttodaywasfriday #itwasnot