Here is a collection of thoughts on the second year of my higher education before it has even started. One step ahead man.
Another fellow S'more to me: "Are you excited?"
While "first is the worst, second is the best" doesn't always follow through, there are many reasons why this could be the school year. Second grade, seventh grade, sophomore year, and sophomore year. The second year of any school period is beyond exciting. You've got eight months of new horror under your belt, but still a wide road ahead of you. And me, along with thousands of students, are in the prime of our college experience. So yes, duh.
How do you mentally prepare?
Rehearsing monologues for hours, scheduling classes, plotting social meet ups, thinking about my budget and future jobs.
How do you physically prepare?
Completely vegging out until I move in. And then dipping my toe into an early but fast paced schedule. Working out, getting a hair cut, getting my nails done. Lots of water but lots of coffee. Netflix binging while I still have the time. Starting on the sorting/packing a day or two in advance.
How do you prepare socially?
Saying I love you a lot to my mom and petting my dog. Making lists of where my friends live and their schedules so I know when to grab lunch or go to a yoga class with them. Working on ideas for my coed fraternity and my special interest organizations. Saying a proper goodbye to the old friends I won't see for months.
Emotionally? Like do you have a boyfriend you can't wait to spend more time with?
Haha. No. But I don't need one. And while I struggle with the reality that I'm not necessarily prioritized like I prioritize others, I know my identity lies in heaven and that I am constantly loved by someone who will never leave. #tellmemyGodaintreal Now where is the chocolate?
Got any great advice?
Literally budget your life. But don't necessarily control it. Budget your money on You. Spend it in ways that make you happy. But don't over do it. Budget your time on the things that will best serve others and you in the long run. And budget your affections for people that will either reciprocate them or go beyond. Like don't be a Grinch, but know that not everyone will be your Cindy Lou Who.
Are you scared?
Every moment. But boy am I glad that I am.
