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Tomorrow morning, I am heading up to Michigan State University--for the first time ever. While I would love to be able to say that I am going to some outrageously fun party, I can't. I have Academic Orientation. Bleck. Signing up for classes is never any fun, especially when you aren't among the first to come in a "first come, first serve" situation. Hopefully, I will still have decent options. It would be even better if my AP scores had come back yet, but I'm still waiting on those. The nerves are back. I really want to find out how I did, if all my efforts were worth it (or rather, if my often-absent effort really did me that much harm in the long run).
Anyway, I must go get ready for work, where I will probably be spending a good amount of time in the sporting goods/hardware department. Which I know little to nothing about. At least I get to drive my car.

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That was my journal entry from July 14 of last year. It's kind of funny to remember how very excited I was about going to MSU. It's kind of funny to think that just one year ago, I had never set foot on that campus before. Now, I'm comfortable in saying that I know it like the back of my hand--at close range.
I'm starting to get excited again for the new semester. I have a lot of work ahead of me. A very tedious and grueling semester awaits, I feel. Everything I will embark on in the next few weeks is something that I have to do. I slacked off. Now, I have to fix it. And for once, I'm entirely motivated. If I could go to school, start classes, and prove to myself right now that I really can do it better than I think I can, I would be there in a heartbeat. It's beginning to become that important to me to succeed. I can feel my obsessive-compulsive self creeping back--she's sneaking in but she's got a plan and it most likely involves an ambush.
Bring on the pain, MSU. Bring on the pain.

♥
Rach