It's defs defs ofish fish

Today was my first official day of college.  My classes are interesting (so far) and I like my professors, and I hope that's a good sign.  I got my student ID card on Wednesday, which also makes my college attendance very "ofish fish".

Living on my own has been kind of weird.  I have ten girls living in my apartment, so I am not entirely by my lonesome, but it's still kind of weird not to have anyone telling me I should go to bed soon or that I should think about making dinner.  It's all down to me and what I feel like doing.  Which is kind of a big change after 18 years of living with parents and siblings and all that.

I'm definitely and officially a matriculated student in college, living away from home and having new adventures.

(Thank you to Hayden for the "defs defs ofish fish".  I will never forget that.)

Official Fish

My Car Got Hijacked

Once upon a time...

On Saturday morning I got up and got ready and moved my last minute things around from one car to the other, then climbed into the Explorer that was packed with all my college stuff and drove off, with my parents following behind in the Elantra, to college. 

About 2 miles down the freeway, the Explorer started making some very weird noises.  I turned off the radio, and when I didn't hear more, I chalked it up to imagination.  A couple more miles down the road, it started making even worse noises and the steering wheel started shaking.  I pulled off at the next exit and met my parents so they could see what was up or if it was just me. 

It wasn't just me.  Not a minute down the road in the city and the car was doing the worst yet.  My mom called my dad and told him we were taking the car to the mechanic and sent him home to get the van so we could move everything from the Explorer to the van. 

Long story short, the left rear wheel of the Explorer almost fell off by the time we got to the mechanic (and tires really do fall off while you're driving, it's one of my worst fears), all that held it together was a prayer and careful driving on the part of my mother. 

I watched as the mechanics put the car I was supposed to take to school up on the lift and "hijacked" it, with all the supplies for my college experience inside. 

Needless to say, I arrived at school almost 2 hours later than intended.  But no one died, so it's all good.  I just don't have a car.  (Not the end of the world, but still inconvenient). 

The end.

t-2 weeks-ish

Once in a while, you have a day when you make a whole bunch of realizations, like this:

• your car is fixed up and ready for road trips to college
• there are two weeks until D-day...or the day you leave to move into your apartment
• you wish your textbook list was shorter.  Or free.
• you just applied for 7 jobs on campus
• this is all becoming far too real far too quickly
• people are going to expect you to be an adult

That's when you end up like this:

(you're the one laying on the table)

But, just think, eventually that won't be you, this will be you:

(and, yes, you will turn into a bear.  No reason why, you just will)

So chin up, look on the bright side, put your best foot forward, and try to act like you're 18 and not 5.

"The future is so great,

and life is so bright,

and the sun is up everyday."