I thought I would enjoy being one of the last to leave for college. During my high school years, I always hated saying goodbye to the summer and entering school again… But I am so ready to leave that it’s not even close to funny. I’m excited for it all: the independence, the dorm life, the new friends, the parties, and — yes — even the classes.
It’s not just that I’m ready to be at college; I’m ready to not be at home. For starters, I only have about three good friends left and have had to endure more goodbyes than I care to remember (I’m really not good at holding back the water works). With everyone gone, I’ve spent my days at work. Not that I’m complaining; I know I will definitely appreciate the extra pocket money when I finally get to school, but when everyone else’s Instagram posts are of decorated dorm rooms, new friends, and Welcome Week events, it’s a little sad to look up from your phone and realize you’re still at home… by yourself… in an office room. As if that wasn’t enough, the weather is miserable. I always made fun of my friends who boasted that their schools get out in May by retorting that I got to enjoy the warmest weeks of the summer. Well… now they have the last laugh because temperatures have reached over 100 degrees, and all I want to do is leave for college so I can put on a sweater in mid September like the rest of America.
Although the countdown on my laptop says I only have a week left, I feel as though it senses my excitement and is slowing down just to spite me. If anyone has any tips for staying sane during the last week, I would love you like a fat kid loves cake.