Mmmm. Gustavus. So many mixed feelings. I was driving here today and I told my friend Aaron that I was so excited that I literally couldn't stop smiling. Moreover, I felt like a kindergartener on the first day of school. Then, I remembered that I cried on the first day of kindergarten. Story of my schooling. I get so so stoked. I really psych myself out for the learning and the friends and the goooood times all around. And then I get there and I become the bawling 5 year old who got on the wrong bus on the first day of school. So here I am, almost bouncing in the front seat as we drive into St. Peter, and we pull into the parking lot to my dorm, and my stomach is suddenly in knots and all I want to do is turn around and go home. Childish, maybe. Okay, childish, yes. So I get over it and unpack and fail at mingling and realize the pathetic state of my social life and the high caliber of my awkwardness and have situations that make me want to hide in a closet, and I remember why I'm really really no good at college at all. Only I would be sitting in my Spiderman covers before eleven on the first night back at school. I'm hoping I'll be better with a regimented schedule and friends whose lives aren't consumed by greeters. Why do I seem to be the only person on the planet who isn't swept away in all that is Gustavus Adolphus College...meh. I'm still excited. And positive and upbeat. Promise. Just...I'll get back to you in a few days :)