Transfer for the fall

Classes begin on Monday, part of me is excited about going to University, and the other part of me isn’t looking forward to the change. I don’t particularly like change of any kind, I adapt fairly quickly, but the initial change can take its toll on me. I’m a routine, give me a schedule, step-by-step, kind of person. Transferring means a new driving route, different traffic to deal with, a different city, new people and teachers and all with their own variables that I don’t have control over. I don’t like being late to anything and that causes more dread when I consider the traffic and the limited parking spaces at the University. I know that I will adjust within two weeks and so I try not to think too much about the details involved with this change.

Mike reminds that I felt like this before I began college. I may have, but I only had a 15-minute drive over the lake and the campus is much smaller than the University. I have grown since my first day of college and I feel better prepared this time around. I think my apprehensions are just part of my personality. So, my take charge personality mapped out the parking spaces I’ll be allowed to park in and color coded them with the classes I take each day. I’ll have a couple of parking lot options for each class, just in case the first lot is full. I plan on taking a dry run tomorrow after church to locate the parking lots and make note of what street I need to turn on to get to them. Several are one-way streets and I don’t know my way around the area. A little bit of planning helps to give me a feeling of some control, which reduces my anxieties.

While some anxiety is normal, I may be feeling a bit more than usual because I have been going to school year round for two and a half years with very little time off between semesters. I’m tired. These past two weeks have flown by quickly and I didn’t even have a chance to get bored, well-- not physically bored. Normally, I begin to feel completely bored, and have lots of energy to tackle several projects, after the first week of break. However, when I first started college I created a list of projects that needed to be finished and tackled them during every break I had between semesters. I have finally reached that place where I don’t have any major projects to work on. In fact, the majority of little projects are finished. I’ll always have school papers to organize, but that doesn’t really count. There is also the ongoing scrap-booking project I started a few years back and will continue to work on as long as I take photos. But that too doesn’t really count, they are just part of on-going life.

After rereading this and reflecting on the past 2.5 years, maybe I have a right to feel tired and in need of a little more time off before this next semester begins. I’m going to need lots of prayer covering just to get started for this semester.