As Thanksgiving break quickly approaches, I can’t help but get excited about all the things I’m planning to do, and more importantly, not do. I reluctantly expect to complete the chores my mother has waiting for me and to answer the millions of questions I’ll inevitably get from my relatives. Even so, I’ve chosen to overlook the negatives and look more at the positives of leaving my beautiful school. While it will be difficult to part with the comfort of my dorm and Bloomington, I’m looking forward to reclaiming my territory in my house and spend some time back in my home town.
Here’s a warning to my family, I will endlessly talk about IU and all of the funny (yet mostly awkward) moments I’ve experienced thus far. I don’t think a day will go by when I don’t blurt out “at my school…” or “last week I…” or “you should have seen my friend when…”. Truth is, I’ll probably make myself sound way cooler than I am considering I haven’t rushed yet and rely on pledge class parties to boost my social status. But, that’s the reality of coming for Thanksgiving as a college freshman.
Speaking of college freshmen, I cannot wait to see my friends from home. I like to think that my squad is more powerful than the rest, so I have no doubt that our week home will be adventurous, fun, exhilarating and most importantly, comforting. And another warning. Friends, I am going to welcome you with insane amounts of excitement and huge open arms. Weird coming from me, I know.
What’s next is almost as important as seeing my friends: the delicious Thanksgiving meal I plan on devouring. Another warning to my family: I can’t wait to fill my plate with turkey, mashed potatoes, corn bread stuffing, and so much carb-loaded goodness that will leave me in a serious food coma. Mom, I hope you know that my plate might not be healthy, but it will be overwhelmingly satisfying. Honestly, I am sure everyone will understand considering I have been eating in a cafeteria for quite some time now.
Now that I made myself sound like a human vacuum, I guess I’ll warn my parents that my bed probably won’t be made (unless my mom is nice enough to help me out, wink wink). I’ve been making my lofted bed for about two months and after a series of bruises and falls from the top bunk, I think it is time to take a break. Being from Florida, I’ll anxiously leave my bed in the morning unmade, knowing that I’ll soon be out wakeboarding or wading in the ocean.
I’m not going to lie, it’ll definitely be difficult to leave my beautiful school and my quirky friends, but as I’m sure every college freshman is, I am excited to reunite with my world at home. So family and friends, be prepared for my overwhelming excitement, my unfortunate messiness, my lackadaisical way of being and my readiness to share IU with you.