College

THIS is what people look forward to, and I can see why. I'm just a freshman at my lovely campus, but that's okay... gotta start somewhere, right? I've barely been nervous all summer, mainly because it hadn't really hit me yet. And then, two days before school started, it HIT me. LIKE. A. WALL. My brain was freaking out. How am I paying for this? How do I get there? What if I get lost? What happens if I fail? What if I'm late? BAHHH!!! I had never been so freaked out before.

And then it was silenced. They were the quietest words, but I have never felt such peace as I did when I heard those words: "Everything's going to be fine."

That was it. And more than that, I knew it. I believed it. And I quit freaking out.

Needless to say, everything IS fine. Things are...okay. They could definitely be better, but considering where we COULD'VE been, it's okay. And that's all I need for now.

Then Sunday, my lovely grandma came for dinner. She rarely comes to our house, so of course, Mama Bear had to hustle her butt off for a FABULOUS dinner (homemade mashed potatoes-THE BEST!, roast 'beast', corn, green beans, and grandpa brought an apple and a cherry pie for dessert-YUM!), and then my grandma sat my dad down (her son), and said, in the most serious tone of voice I've EVER heard my grandmother take my dad with, "We're here to see you give your kids a blessing."

This is a tradition before school. Once, my daddy was gone on a business trip (or something like that), and wasn't able to, but that's about it. Of course, it's very spiritual and emotional, and I bawled like a baby, especially when my dad told me, as I sat down in the chair for my turn, "But you're an old person now!" I tried to smile, but then it quickly turned to tears as he placed his hands on my head. Boo-Hoo! Yes, I am an adult (legal now), and yes, my next birthday is about 2 weeks away, but I STILL WANT ONE!!!! WAHH!!! :'(

So, school started yesterday, which was nice, and I've met some nice people, and my professors are OK, but it's pretty good! I have brothers who are going to a charter school which just HAPPENS to be on the same campus as college, so I see them once in a while... very nice! I love new school supplies, and this year, I kind of had to go school shopping for myself, but that's okay, 'cause guess who's an anal OCD person who just happens to have kept things from like....4th grade? YES!!! ME!!!

But as if that's not enough, I lost my pencil bag with ALL my pens and pencils.... gar! I've looked high and low! I've looked near and far! They're GONE!!!! So of course, I had to buy NEW pencils (Mama Bear got new pens for the boys, and I managed to steal one or two for meself). Yes, I'm being a drama queen, but they're CUTE pencils! They're short and mechanical and colorful! Beautiful!

Anyhoo, things are okay (for a while), and I'm still working (very good). My poor little piggy bank is crying now, though. Anyone have $500?