I feel like I should be bubbling with excitement on the night before my first day of school. I usually can't stand it, the anticipation and whatnot. But as I sit here, busy on the computer and everything, I find myself more...complacent. This feels right. I should be going to college, I should be in classes, doing things that interest me. I had dinner with a friend tonight and we were talking about the upcoming day, and I found myself saying the thought that has blocked me from excelling all of my "underclassmen days." Pointless rebellion towards the system was so strong that I refused to let myself do well. Yay for only hurting myself.
But this is different. I want to be here. I want to learn about biology and anthropology and all my other classes. I have started planning out how to study and little rewards for doing well (the rec center is a God-send). Note-taking seems to be one of the highlights. Soaking up information is like a light on the horizon to me now. I mean, it's dorky but I know that people reading this will appreciate this.
So here I am. Hands wrapped around a hot cup of tea, slightly impatient to get very started, but mostly an overwhelming peace at being at the right place in exactly the right time. It's nice, and pleasantly unfamiliar. I'm even excited to ride my new bike around campus and wobbly find my own way. Most of all, I want to jump without thinking about anything else except for the glorious plunge and the even better splash.
P.S. I hope you know why I'm doing this.
