Amanda

So here I am. First day of school. Gross. Well, not really. I've been counting down the days for the last month or so. Not because my summer was so insanely terrible, it was quite the opposite. It was maybe my favorite summer. It was the last summer before I had to be serious about school. So thats where I am today. After switching my major three times (which is lower than the country's average-go me!) getting kicked out of school (yeah that's right, I skipped too many classes) spending an amazing semester down in Disney, I'm ready. I pray interior design is the job for me. I've had a friend tell me she's never seen me this excited for school. I tell her it's becuase it's the beginning of the rest of my life. It's like my wedding. Well, I hope not. It's just I'm finally preparing to take control of my life.



So here I sit. Early in the morning. I have no idea what books I need. Where my class is. What to wear. But I'm pumped. Here's the game plan: Leave the house at 7:20, this allows me lots of time just incase I get lost, or traffic is terrible or I get lost in my school. I have my orientation from 8:30-11:30. Thrilling. I miss two of my classes. But I'm excused from them so I'm not skipping. I swear. Then lunch with good friend and fellow barista with Helen, who is also starting school, then drafting from 12:30-4:25. Holy mother of a class. 4 hours. Of drawing and learning, which I would be very excited about, but currently have my wrist all bandaged up, and of course it would be my writing hand. And if anyone asks I hurt it playing volleyball. Then it's race over to work and whenever I get there I work till 8. Iwish I didn't work tonight. It's gonna be rough.

I kind of have no motivation right now. I don't know where to begin. I think I should figure out what to wear. I'm thinking my new purple sweater, because as a good friend would say, "purple is the new fall color" or something like that. I'm terrible at quoting people. But then what jeans do I wear with it? What if I wore black pants? What if I wore a black shirt with jeans. I wish I could wear sweats, but I should set a good impression. Oh the drama, I should have gone shopping. Maybe next time.

So to my fellow twenty somethings whom I love and adore, while I sit in class listening to my professors, remember me as you pack or sit around. I'm glad I will be the first in school. I hope that means I will be the first done with school. Well, Ive got 45 mins to get my first day of school off on the right foot. And with a little eye-liner, a lot of Jonas Brothers, and even more good luck, I should be able to do that.


-A