I was out of my comfort zone, talking to the adviser and all of that. And then walking over the campus, seeing which buildings my classes were in...the reality just set in. I'm going to college in the fall. Oh. Dear.
I will leave off my complaining there, because I have decided I am going to face this challenge with a cheerful countenance.
I'm going to meet new friends, which will be fantastic. I love people, as long as I know them. So I will get to know them quickly. That is the goal. Otherwise I'll hide in my chair with my head down the whole semester, which would not be fun.
I'm going to be learning. I have always loved school, so this should not be scary. I'm going to enjoy my classes.
I can't honestly say that I am "looking forward" to the fall, but I'm not hiding under my bed like I was a while back, so we're getting better.
Before the semester starts I want to be more than that. I don't want to say "Well I'm not dreading college, so I guess it's okay." I know I will probably never jump up and down for joy at the thought of college, but I do want to be more cheerful about it than I am now. Whenever I think of college I want to play a dirge. And I don't want it to be that way.
College will not kill me. College will in fact be very good for me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.