The unfortunate incident that occurred on my first day of school

So here's what happened.

7:45 A.M.   I decide to set my alarm for this time. My first class doesn't start until 9:30 but since it was the first day of college, I didn't want anything to happen that might hinder me from getting to class on time. Especially my art history class. I've heard some things about the professor that really make me want to stay on her good side, including having a nice first impression. So after getting ready, eating breakfast and packing up my backpack, I have plenty of time to kill before making my way up to Biggin Hall.

9:05 A.M    For those of you who are unfamiliar with Auburn's campus (I could very well be included in this group), Biggin Hall is right across from Toomer's Corner at the very outskirts of campus. It's about a 15 or 20 minute walk from where I live so I leave my dorm at 9:05 so I can find my class once I get to the building and get a good seat.

9:15 A.M.    The main stretch of sidewalk to Biggin is at a gradual incline. While I am making my trek up this hill, I get a little bored so I decide to look over my schedule.
Art History----check
Biggin Hall----check
9:00 A.M - 9:50 A.M -----...........
I think I stopped breathing. At this point, all I can think of is the email my professor sent us about how if we aren't in her class on the first day, we will be dropped from the roll so those on the waiting list can take our spot.
Cue power walk.
The sidewalk is right next to the main road so I'm sure I got a few laughs as people driving by watched a distressed freshmen walk/run up a rather long stretch of hill.

9:20 A.M.     I burst through the doors of the building and run down the stairs to where my classroom is. When I open the door, the lights are out. Good. Maybe class is cancelled. ....Of course not. A slideshow is up on the screen and a very small lady who looks like she fixed her hair by sticking her finger in a light socket is teaching. I awkwardly whisper sorry after about 50 heads turn my direction and take my seat.

I'm hoping this woman can't remember faces or just couldn't see me in the dark classroom. I might wear a hat Friday just to be sure.

Well, that was quick.

Oh man, the month of July has flown by. Back to back camp and family vacation have seriously sped up the summer clock. My last week of summer before moving to Auburn has been managed very well so far if I do say so myself. A couple of days ago, I took a road trip with my friends Emily and Lauren to surprise our friend Gina who moved to Memphis. We spent our time exploring downtown Collierville, taking plenty of pictures, learning how to play the ukelele, and of course singing along to spectacular music (Gina always has the best taste when it comes to music about Jesus).

On Sunday I made my final debut as a part of the youth group at Shades. I always thought this moment would be sad but it was actually more weird than anything. All the Auburn kids said their goodbyes but I really don't feel like it's hit us yet that we aren't coming back next week.

On that note, I am so so so so so excited about moving to Auburn on Saturday. My dorm room is separated into piles and bags spread out through the dining room. Seeing my soon to be bedding tied up in a garbage bag makes me more excited about decorating my new room every time I look at it. I have been checking Facebook (more times than I would care to admit) the past few days for pictures of friend's dorm rooms and fantasizing about what my own will be like. Yes, it may sound like I am more concerned about designing my room than going to college but that is not true.....it's just a pretty big part of it at the moment. I like to the think of it as the future designer in me flourishing.

Even though having a new place to live will be fun, it's going to be very weird not living at home anymore. I think it has finally hit my mom that I'm leaving. She bought my favorite food to have for dinner the next few nights and has covered every detail of the essential supplies I may need next year, including bandaids and a lint roller. My dad on the other hand, does not understand her thoroughness. The day he left for college, he walked halfway out his front door and shouted, "I'm leaving!" His sweet goodbye was returned by his mother as she yelled, "You'll be back!" from another room.

And that was that.