It was a blur of unpreparedness, Coke, coffee, minor distractions and an intense desire to get my sedentary summer self off of its ass and into the mindset to prepare for school.
I stayed up packing last minute until about 5:30 in the morning on Saturday night into Sunday, pausing to sleep from 5:30ish to 7:30am, where I emptied the contents of my room into my driveway for my mother [who is a wizard at fitting big things strategically in small spaces] who insisted on packing the car the right way.
A food stop and a filled tank of gas later, we were off. All of my roommates had moved in on Friday so I was seriously eager to get there and be with them, even if I was getting there 2 days late.
I tried to sleep the car ride away, to only some avail. 2 hours time passed and we were there, at the apartments. They’re still kind of tied to the university, so we have RAs and stuff but it’s honestly very apartment-y [except we were provided with some of our furniture!].
Between getting settled and putting stuff away to handing big person paperwork and jumping into vestry duties with on-campus ministry, Sunday practically spent itself.
I don’t think I’ve been happier to hit the mattress in my life [they’re slightly more springy this year, too.]
This morning I woke up early, something I’m still getting used to with the new installment of 8am classes. (-: How I landed inspiring teachers for the wee morning hours for almost 3 semesters straight I’ll never know. Either way, I like it and I want that to continue. Nothing like getting out of a morning slump with words from Kafka, placed at the top of the syllabus to remind us of our human condition:
Homework shall commence after a trip to The Walmart, because our pantry is bare and all I’ve had today is coffee and a granola bar.
All in all though, a pretty solid first day.
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