Goodbye summer, hello college...

Hello wonderful blogiverse... Today is a sad day, because tomorrow is Labor Day, which is the unofficial last day of summer.

Growing up, I always hated this because it meant Ocean City would be closing down for the season and it would become a ghost town, which is quite weird because it's not like I live in Ocean City nor, have I been to Ocean City during the off-season. Nevertheless, Labor Day always signified the end of sleeping in, and the beginning of waking up before the sun comes up.

I started classes last week, which have gone well. I will say that as a kind of sophomore, kind of junior, I have come to the conclusion that no matter how old you get there will always be that awkward, "stand in front of the class, introduce yourself; what's your major? what year are you? what's interesting about you?" bit at the beginning. My interesting fact? I work at Walmart. Yep, that's all I could come up with.

There's also never a shortage of syllabuses flying around. Seriously? Do I have to be reminded I am a college student, and therefore should attend classes everyday because I'm an adult every time I enter the class for the first time? We all know, I won't be in class everyday, you won't be in class everyday so let's get real. 

I love when teachers start off classes by explaining how easy the course is and how passing it will be a piece of cake. No... Passing it will not be a piece of cake for me because unlike you, I don't have a degree, and the things that may seem easy to you, aren't quite that easy for me. 

Either way, there's nothing like watching the freshmen walk across campus with their awkward lanyards and maps. I mean, campus is not that big, every building can be seen from the middle of campus. 

I can't remember if it was such a huge shock when I went away to school. Maybe because my campus was literally confined to two adjoined buildings, but I think I was okay without a map.

Anyway, as of now I am studying the marketing technique of One Direction and explaining how Miley Cyrus's twerking at the VMAs was an excellent marketing move. I'm also busy fangirling over the One Direction movie, which I managed to take four 8 year olds too. I can't say how grateful I am to those 8 year olds because it would've been doubly bad if I had not only gone to see the movie at the age of 20, but taken my mother with me. 

Hopefully, despite the fact I'm in class, I'll still be able to blog. I really want to keep this going! 

Talk to you all soon!

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