Tomorrow morning, I depart for college.  I have what feels to be too much stuff, but looks like not nearly enough, packed into the back of my father’s truck – clothes and books top the list, accompanied by a lamp, a fridge, my laptop, and assorted toiletries.  I tried to aim for the minimal this go-around; I suppose the intelligence of this decision will reveal itself by week three.

I am moving in early in order to attend a “kick-off” session, to join a group of 150 freshman in a variety of yet-to-be-revealed activities that may or may not boost our sense of school spirit, community, and general ‘togetherness.’  Little information is available about the session, and I’ve heard contrasting opinions: a few friends have predicted it will be cheesy, an alum has told me it was one of the best times of his life.  Maybe I’m in for an incredible experience, maybe I’ll just find out that said alum has led a relatively uneventful life.  Right now, I have my fingers crossed for the former.

No matter the potential outcomes, I feel really good at the moment.  I realize that I’m in this – college, this particular school – for the long haul, and I’m genuinely excited about the experiences ahead of me.  I have spent the past year forcing myself to become aware of my weaknesses and my strengths, sources of pride and fear, factors in succeeding and failing.  I want to overcome – and foresee – challenges, stop making excuses, become a better person.  And right now, considering what I know about myself, diving headlong into a maybe-cheesy, maybe-life-altering event seems to be a smart move to make.