I’ll be honest: I’m probably the picture of the overeager freshman. My first year of high school, I ran everywhere, despite my backpack’s bulging state, in fear of being late to class. Now, I’ve graduated from the running, but the basic sentiment hasn’t changed. Though my first class begins at 9.30, I got up at 7.00, went to breakfast around 7.50, and find myself aimlessly sitting on a bench outside of the English building, waiting for my class to begin.
Evidently I’m not doing this right. I had a full breakfast, I have my mascara fully done, and I’m on my second cup of coffee. I’m not scurrying, I’m not halfway clothed and wearing mismatched shoes, nor am I gulping my first cup of coffee in desperate hope of staying awake.
But I’ve got four years. I’m sure I’ll learn.
