Moving Into College: Part 2: My Move-In Experience

It's day 4 of college life for me and although it's only been a few days since it's become official, it's been harder than ever.  I moved in Saturday at 12 pm, with all five boxes and two suitcases; I overpacked.  We hauled all my stuff up to where my room is on the fifth floor, unpacked, and go to all the activities the school has planned.

My parents took my roommate and I out to dinner once we were all settled in.  It was rough for me. When we got back to school, we met the others on our floor, our orientation leader, and just sat and talked for an hour.  It was still hard for me.  To end the night, we were ushered into the gym where we were greeted by circus acts, and other types of entertainment.  I was exhausted the whole entire time.

After what felt like hours of "entertainment," we started the treacherous walk back to our dorm, and called it a night.  And that was my first day of college....

My second day started early, not because it had to, but because I just couldn't sleep anymore.  It was like 7 am and my surroundings were unfamiliar.  My roommate was still sound asleep, so I decided to start my day like any other, on the computer, watching YouTube videos.  Almost two hours passed before I realized I should probably get ready.  After my roommate finally woke, we headed down to meet my parents for brunch.  It was really hard.  I saw a really good friend from high school, sitting at the table next to us and immediately bursted into tears when I hugged her.  It was really nice to see someone familiar.

After brunch was over, my roommate, my parents and I headed over to a resource fair that my college put up.  It was hot and boring so we parted ways with my parents for the last time, and we headed up to another friend's dorm.  The day was full of activities that I'm sure you don't want to read about so I'll skip ahead.

The night ended with a dance, which was really hard for me to watch, because it was a BAY AREA dance and no one is from here, aka everyone just fist pumped, but I digress.  It was lots of fun, for me, and we headed back to our dorm at around 11.  That's when it got difficult for me.  At any moment, I was ready to bust out crying, wanting to go home, but I fought it.  That's what I've been doing.  I've read up on how to beat homesickness while you're in college, but just reading about it makes me want to go home more, but I'll write about it more in the next blogpost.

Day three was a little better.  I got a really good nights sleep, not because I was comfortable, but because I was so drained from the activities from the prior night.  We had to wake up early for a floor meeting so my day started early.  Day three was activities, start to finish; from sexual harassment courses, to major orientation, the day was jam packed.  We were dragged from one activity to the next before we were finally about to head back to our dorm and hit the hay.

Day four (aka today) is okay.  I had class at 9:55 AM.  My first and only class of the day.  It was good.  I'm glad to be getting into a real routine, and that there is a purpose to me being here.

And that is what my experience has been thus far.   Of course I'll update as I get more into the swing of things.  The first few days were really hard for me, but all that will be in the next post (so look out for it soon!).

Thanks for reading!

Love, Cat