Dear Diary,
It's your favorite college student! ;P
So, the first few weeks of college have officially and successfully been completed, and I think I’m starting to get a feel for this whole "adult" thing, or at least, that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself. Honestly, if adulthood involves so many awkward conversations and existential crises, I’m not sure I’m ready to sign up for this package deal. Let me start by saying that college is NOTHING like high school. I thought I was prepared for the change, but walking onto campus felt like stepping into an alternate universe. There were so many people everywhere. It’s very crowded. Speaking of getting lost, I couldn’t find my first class of the day but hey, at least I got a tour of the campus. On the positive side, college classes are way different from high school. My professors seem to care about what they’re teaching or pretending. I think I like it so far, even if my brain feels like it may explode with all these new things I’m learning about. I’ve already had to read more pages in one day than I did in an entire month of high school. And don’t get me started on the homework. The syllabus for one of my classes might be a novella. But hey, the people are cool. I met a bunch of my classmates today, and it turns out that every person here has a unique story. Like the guy who said his spirit animal is a sloth. Apparently, he sleeps like one, too. I think I’m going to like it here, even if I do feel like I’m always in a state of confusion. Also, I’m trying to balance school and social life, which is turning out to be its own comedy show. Yesterday, I tried cooking dinner for the first time in ages, and the fire alarm went off. I may have overestimated my ability to make pasta. I’m pretty sure I invented a new dish, burnt spaghetti with a side of “please call the fire department.” But despite the chaos, I’m loving the new experience. There’s something exciting about starting fresh, meeting new people, and being in an environment where it’s okay to mess up and figure things out as you go. Plus, I haven’t used my real phone alarm in days because the dorm’s fire alarm is doing an excellent job of waking me up at 6 a.m. Every day. If only it came with a snooze button. So, here’s to new beginnings and figuring out one misstep at a time. I’m sure there will be more stories to tell—hopefully fewer involving fires. Until then, I’ll be here, trying to blend in.
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