It’s a sad, sad time of the year: summer has ended and now I’m faced with the task of acting like an actual human in order to continue succeeding in an academic setting. And for some reason, every year I struggle to gracefully re-enter the collegiate life despite the fact that I’ve done it twice before. The struggle is real, people. So real, in fact, that I discovered it can be depicted with the help of adorable and hilarious dogs to ease the pain of how true it all is.
To start, now you have to remember the importance of alarm clocks because class is not whenever you actually wake up.
And then proceeding to attend class where you feel like you have forgotten how to speak/understand/write English in a situation that doesn’t involve discussing the most recent episode of Nicole Richie’s TV show.
Suddenly having to transport yourself to and from classes to your desired location without the help of a car that caresses you with its AC.
Of course, then trying to maintain your flawless appearance without this AC. “I’m not sweating like I just ran a marathon in the Sahara Desert, I’m just glistening. Duh.”
Returning to the gym to maintain that bikini physique that you worked so hard for (yeah, I definitely did that) and not just burying yourself in dining hall cookies.
Being surrounded by what appears to be the biggest freaking freshmen class ever and making sure they know their place in the social hierarchy.
Speaking of freshmen, having to deal with their incessant need to be noticed for anything and everything. Asking a question about the syllabus? WHY.
Dealing with roommates who do not enjoy sharing one bathroom. Or sharing anything for that matter.
Then there’s the opposite end of the roommate spectrum where they don’t want to leave you alone. What even is “personal space?”
But it’s not all a struggle. Finally being reunited with your best friends and creating more memories allows for the struggles to be the funny anecdotes you talk about next year when you have to do it all again.