Freshman... Nerves?

So. I cried at college orientation. I guess I got over it, and late September 2004 I packed up all my dorm stuff and said goodbye to my boyfriend and my best friends. The fam dropped me off at college. I WASN'T SAD AT ALL the day I moved in. I actually was ready for dinner to end, my parents and sister to drive home and me to begin my life on my own, as a COLLEGE student.

I think the first few days went okay. And then it was the first day of school. I remember waking up, and literally NOT being able to get out of bed. I looked out the window and literally saw thousands of students walking around. Maybe it wouldn't of been as bad if I was able to meet of my my besties for breakfast before walking to spanish class. Or if after my first class I was meeting my boyfriend for lunch. Or even if after class I got to go to the gym with some of my girls. For the first time EVER, I was literally all. alone.

So what did I do? Called my daddy.

I was so upset. I literally could not stop crying. So what does a dad do when he sends his first- born child away to college and she calls having a nervous breakdown? He gets in the car and drives 1.5 hours to see her :)

I bet I was the only 18 year old college student who was so scared she needed her parents to walk her around campus to her first class. and ya know what? They did it. I remember leaving freshman english and literally running out of the classroom to the spot where I made my dad PROMISE he would meet me in exactly 50 minutes from when I left him. And there he was :)

He stayed all day, and finally was able to sneak away. I promised him it was just first day jitters and I would be fine. I mean. Come on. Seriously Lindsay, get with it.

It all went downhill from there. Since I was so sad, I literally spent every waking second texting my boyfriend and friends from home. I was known as the "snotty" girl who didn't want to be friends with anyone. The truth? I SO badly wanted to make friends that I thought proving to everyone I didn't "need" them and had my own friends back home would make me seem cooler, and more alluring...

My parents also had read in some STUPID magazine that you should not let your college student come home the first month they are away at school, because that is when the crucial "friend-making" happens. So I was stuck. In Seattle. With my emotions and heart still back at home, my head either in my textbooks or in my laptop facebooking the besties, or staring at my cell phone willing a text message from the boy to appear in my inbox...