I love the hustle and bustle of ... no, not the holidays anymore.... back to school.
Everyone in the hall, chatting about their holidays. saying hi to friends they havent seen in two or three weeks. I love the laughter, the yelling out of names... the crowds around the mailboxes.
and I both love and hate going to classes for the first time in the semester. I love the over views given, but I hate it when they become lengthy and redundant. I love it if I know I have friends in the class, I hate it if it's a small class of under 20 people... that just annoys me. I don't like being in the spot light...
I love the relaxing feelings in the start of a new semester. No one has any real homework yet, we haven't even bought our books...
everyone just seems to have a sort of light, happy mood to them.
We're all anticipating the workload, but not stressing about it yet.
Everyone fusses about their GPA from the prior semester, and swears they will study harder this semester.
but everyone knows there has to be a balance of homework and social life, or else we'll all go crazy.
Me, though, I'm just waiting for chapel. for hotspot. for coffee house. for the first hockey, basketball, and volleyball games of the semester. for banquet.
I love anticipating happy moments... waiting to write another chapter of my life... make memories worth remembering.
I even enjoyed unpacking, moving back in, and cleaning my room yesterday.
And I'm not gunna lie... I'm loving the fact that it still feels like spring out there, and it's the fourth of january.
I'm excited to start our hip hop classes... I'm pretty impressed that we all went to the gym tonight...
but mostly, I'm just content.