I really had no clue what to expect when I moved on campus this semester. I knew everything would be completely different from last year. I had never experienced an in-person college class, or college experience in general.
The first week really threw me into the swing of things. There were so many events I felt like I was rarely ever in my dorm room. I quickly met almost all of the girls on my floor, just because of in-person events my residence hall was actually allowed to have.
It was very weird to be back in huge crowds of people again. There was a huge dance near the student center the night before kickoff started, and it was the largest crowd I had been in for at least two years. It felt so good to be able to be that close to other human beings again. It felt like a reunion to humanity.
The week of kickoff was wild. I had been told by upperclassmen how busy campus gets, but I never expected it to be as jam-packed as it was. It seemed like at every event there were at least one hundred people, and if I looked out my dorm room window someone passed by almost every minute. I knew I went to a big school, but it didn’t truly hit me until then.
The day then finally came: the first day of classes. Not only was this going to be my first day of in-person college classes, it was also going to be my first day of in-person classes in almost two years. Nervous is definitely an understatement for how I felt.
I woke up bright and early my first day of classes and had to walk across campus for my first class, definitely a longer walk than I had to take for my virtual classes.
There was something about being in a classroom again that brought me peace. It also brought me hope that this semester will finally give me the taste of college life I have been hoping for.
