First Week..

Towards the end of a long and greatly anticipated Christmas break, I began to think about school.  Many things crossed my mind.  From getting books on time to who I would meet this semester, the list of thoughts went on.  The focus gradually drew away from having a good time on Christmas break to what my first week of the second semester would be like.  A strange mix of emotions came with these thoughts.   I was nervous, I was excited, and I was happy.  The nerves and excitement were easily explainable--but the happiness, that was a different story.  It is not common for a person like me, who has struggled with school their whole life, to be happy about going back to hard work and little sleep.  Even at this point I cannot quite understand or fully describe this emotion relating to my return to school.  I arrived a few days  before classes formally began and rode up with a former good friend of mine.  The car ride up took only a record breaking three hours and was filled with story exchanges, good music, and trips down memory lane.  Upon arrival, I hauled my eight bags, five of which were my sisters, up the stairs and to my second floor room.  The scent when that I was confronted with when I entered my room was very neutral, yet very familiar.  It was like meeting an old friend whom you know very well but do not have much in common with anymore.  Within the next few days I was almost too busy to think.  I managed to shift my schedule around four different times to accommodate with my soccer schedule and also dropped out of more classes than I probably should have.  Overall, it has been a smooth first week.  All of my new years resolutions have been in effect, I feel good, and my friends and family feel good.