When I was in elementary and middle school I would get a cold about a week before school started. Every year this would happen and for no apparent reason. Now that I look back on it, it was probably the dread of starting school and having to deal with the work load and bullies at school. These colds stopped happening in high school probably because I actually looked forward to the start of school, as crazy as it sounds. SOTA was a great experience for me and I will definitely miss it. Except for a certain teacher. Anyway, here I am, a less than a week away from the start of college with, you guessed it, a cold. I have to breathe through my mouth and I am feeling more lethargic than normal. I took some cold pills in the late afternoon and passed out for a couple of hours, nearly missing dinner. The thing is that I know I’m terrified of leaving for college and of the uncertainty of what is ahead but most of all, not being able to see my family and friends everyday as I have been accustomed to.
At the same time, I think it’s exciting to be taken out of my comfort zone and find out what I am made of. How I will fit in the real world and how I will cope with situations that are tossed at me. As the clock counts down, I feel more rushed to see everyone I want to before leaving and to pack all of my “essentials.” I know I’m being a huge drama queen about this and I know that I’ll see my friends and family again soon but I just can’t shake this fear.
I can’t breathe. Literally.