My break was wonderfully filled with family, friends, shopping, trips, laughter, food, and drinks. I felt like I was in college again--having nothing to do for 3 weeks--but, luckily, that nothing time was filled with happiness.
Undeniably, I was itching to get back to my apartment. I enjoy my own space, my own routine, and cooking for myself. Additionally, I did not get off my butt and exercise the entire break (I'm not part of a gym at home and lord knows I don't run outside in this weather) so it's nice to be able to work-it-out again.
This time starting classes I have a better idea of what is expected of me, how to study, and what exams will be like. Yes, we have different professors and different classes (some seemingly more challenging) but there is less wriggle room. Plus, I've established relationships with people I know will keep me accountable to studying, which is supremely vital.
There is something I enjoy about the break and re-make of a routine. I like switching from home to school and from school to home. I like being the new girl in a situation, but I also like to come back to find familiar faces. I remember when I first started college thinking, Nobody knows me, I can be anybody I want to be. Now that I have a much better idea of who I am that thought doesn't cross my mind--more of I don't know anyone, I wonder what type of people I'll meet and what type of relationships I'll make.
My ultimate concern at the moment is that I haven't heard back from admissions yet, especially as it is getting later in the application cycle. Send prayers and good vibes my way on that one. I'm going to pop into admissions today to see what's going on. The hardest part is letting go and trusting that God has the right path for me, and that I'm on it, though I have trouble not being able to view my steps ahead. I know it in my head, I'm trying to believe it more in my heart. It's easy to look back and see why things happened the way they did, but looking forward into the unknown is much more difficult.
Last night a group of about 20 of us from my program went to a restaurant in Philly for a fellow classmate's birthday. I must admit, I had a difficult time the first couple days making myself look presentable for class. I got myself together last night though, and plan to continue to do so.
Undeniably, I was itching to get back to my apartment. I enjoy my own space, my own routine, and cooking for myself. Additionally, I did not get off my butt and exercise the entire break (I'm not part of a gym at home and lord knows I don't run outside in this weather) so it's nice to be able to work-it-out again.
This time starting classes I have a better idea of what is expected of me, how to study, and what exams will be like. Yes, we have different professors and different classes (some seemingly more challenging) but there is less wriggle room. Plus, I've established relationships with people I know will keep me accountable to studying, which is supremely vital.
There is something I enjoy about the break and re-make of a routine. I like switching from home to school and from school to home. I like being the new girl in a situation, but I also like to come back to find familiar faces. I remember when I first started college thinking, Nobody knows me, I can be anybody I want to be. Now that I have a much better idea of who I am that thought doesn't cross my mind--more of I don't know anyone, I wonder what type of people I'll meet and what type of relationships I'll make.
My ultimate concern at the moment is that I haven't heard back from admissions yet, especially as it is getting later in the application cycle. Send prayers and good vibes my way on that one. I'm going to pop into admissions today to see what's going on. The hardest part is letting go and trusting that God has the right path for me, and that I'm on it, though I have trouble not being able to view my steps ahead. I know it in my head, I'm trying to believe it more in my heart. It's easy to look back and see why things happened the way they did, but looking forward into the unknown is much more difficult.
Last night a group of about 20 of us from my program went to a restaurant in Philly for a fellow classmate's birthday. I must admit, I had a difficult time the first couple days making myself look presentable for class. I got myself together last night though, and plan to continue to do so.
Simple, comfy, and cute. Though, when I got dressed it was about 45 out...later at night I froze my tush off.
The booties are from Cotton On $30.00
The booties are from Cotton On $30.00