Shedding What's Left of my Summer Skin

Well, I am in Atlanta. Got here on Tuesday. It's a long story. So here goes.

After my last day of work, I was supposed to have two weeks before moving back to ATL and starting my second semester at Tech. On the schedule for Monday was wisdom teeth extraction, then two/three days recovery, then a week and a half of pure, blissful, uninterrupted summer. Apparently it takes longer than two days for your cheeks to return to normal size and your jaw to open normal width and your gums to heal, putting me incapacitated on the couch for a good week. I didn't do much. And amidst my stupor I received an email from the faculty adviser for Emerging Leaders reminding us of our leadership retreat the next Wednesday. When my plans were to drive the 12 hours on Thursday. Thursday is after Wednesday. Cue change of plans. Now my two weeks of summer have been chopped from both ends, leaving me with Sunday and Monday. Two days. Cue speed packing.

Sunday was church and Don Juan's and some other stuff that I can't remember right now. Monday was oral surgeon appointment, Target run, lunch with Gran Jan plus mom, chunking the disk (frisbee), Sonic, packing, and the last Picnic Club shindig of the summer. I love my friends. They are da bomb. And that was the end of my summer.

Now it's time for a new semester. A new year. A new start. This year is going to look slightly different for me, and I am super pumped about all of the changes. First off, after giving sorority life my best shot, I decided that it was not for me and dropped at the end of last semester. No drama, it just wasn't my speed. Second, I applied, interviewed, and was selected as an Emerged, aka a sophomore adviser for Emerging Leaders, the Freshmen Leadership Organization that I was a part of last year. This is exciting. I cannot wait to love love love forty freshmen and help them assimilate into college life. I also cannot wait to roll with the other Emerged. Which brings me to my third point: friends. Last year, on the first night in my shoebox sized dorm room, alone because my roommate came with two boyfriends and moved in only part of her stuff before going back home for three or four more days, I locked the door at 9 probably and Facebook stalked my high school friends until midnight probably when I finally clambered into my bed and cried myself to sleep. Then I woke up the next morning and knew two people on campus. Then my parents left and I knew zero. This year, THIS YEAR, I spent my first day on campus with ten of Tech's finest, aka the Emerged, planning, learning, laughing, and altogether preparing for this year. Then I moved into my apartment, which is no huge space, but compared to my room last year it is the Taj Mahal. And I love it. And it is super adorable. And then, AND THEN, I had a friend over. We stayed up entirely too late catching up on each other's summers and drinking tea. He talked about his job, I talked about mine. He made fun of Texas, I shot him dirty looks. Around midnight thirty, one of my lovely roommates came over with load number one of her stuff, and we had our first apartment party, complete with Melba Snacks. Um, yes, I would say this year has the potential to be a bit better than last. My high school friends are irreplaceable, and will always be my besties, but praise the Lord that last semester and, by the looks of it so far, this semester, are adding to my friend coffers.

Since my mom and I are wonderwomen and unloaded all of my stuff from my car and my dad is superman and woke up early to be in Atlanta at a decent hour to unload the stuff from his car and help arrange the apartment all on Wednesday, we had today to play. And play we did. At the North Georgia Premium Outlets. I love outlet shopping. And now I've just about run out of steam, but before I crashed I wanted to get all of this out so that all you diligent readers know what's up. Then I put a really indie song lyric title, just for Madi, 'cause I know how indie you are.