Tomorrow I move into residence at the university. This time tomorrow perhaps I’ll be sitting in my res room listening to Vampire Weekend pumping out of my new Bose speakers (a belated birthday present from my dad), or maybe I’ll be eating dinner with some of my floormates in the fantastic cafeteria, or starting a game of pick up soccer out on the lawn.
Even though we were actually on campus today paying fees and picking up my student card, it’s still hard to imagine actually being there, like really living there. University is all I’ve thought about all summer during all of those long, hot shifts at the diner and late nights staying up with my laptop. I’ve imagined a zillion different scenarios for that first day, and now that it’s finally here I don’t even know what to think. I keep ending up arguing with myself:
Me: I should wear a t shirt and shorts and be super chill and casual on the first day
Myself: Oh my god no people here are probably so trendy I don’t want to look like a loser I need to put an outfit together like stat. Crap my fedora is all crunched from my suitcase…
I: Who cares! Just wander around and go up and talk to people. You should try to be outgoing and meet a ton of people right away!
Me: Well I don’t want to try to hard…maybe I’ll just chill in my room or something, at least for the first night…
Myself: But then who am I going to eat with? If I don’t meet people I’ll have to go to the cafeteria by myself and sit alone…
I: See this is my point, we need to get out and meet people! Who knows? We might meet our future best friend or boyfriend on the first day.
Me: Crap that’s a lot of pressure for one day.
So yeah. Wish me luck. As you can see, the hype for this day has gotten a little ridiculous.