I’m finally becoming legitimate

I have expressed many times how much I love blogging and how much I adore Starbucks. “Adore” simply does not fully describe my love for Starbucks, but it’ll have to do. If you haven’t seen it already, I have a bucket list on this blog. (Editor’s note: You can look above and The Bucketlist is right next to “what you may or may not have known…about me”). (Editor’s note again: You can’t see my bucket list on this blog anymore. Head to Pinterest to see it now!) I have many goals I want to accomplish before I die and although it may sound rather silly, easy, and not a “real goal,” blogging at a Starbucks is one of those bucket list items. It simply has to be done if you are a dedicated blogger.

Since my mission is to be dedicated to LittleMissKeri, it seemed logical enough to buy a latte, sit at a cafe table, and document my “adventures” while writing this blog post. As I write this, it’s a Tuesday morning around 11:30 am. It’s dreary and rainy outside, but slightly humid, so my hair is frizzy but thankfully, it has been pulled back in a ponytail since I had to get up super early this morning and had no motivation whatsoever to style it fashionably. It just wasn’t high on my priority list this morning at 5:30 am. That’s the only downside of being a commuting college student with 8 am classes…You have to wake up ridiculously early, be at campus an hour early, to catch the bus and ride it for half an hour to your preferred destination.

I must admit to you, it’s not as bad as it sounds. In the four weeks I’ve been a commuting college student (woah…a month!?), this whole process has taught me to be a morning person. It must be noted that I WAS NOT a morning person before college…at all. I hate mornings. Now, before you go judging me and sayings things like, “Why don’t you love the mornings? You see sunrises and hear the birds chirp. It’s a beautiful day and it’s new and just beginning!” … shush. Yes, I realized that, but it’s also the time of day when you wake up from a lovely sleep, realize it’s another day to work again, and you have to repeat the entire process of yesterday all over again today. Mornings just aren’t are my favorite. I’m a night owl…hands down. But that’s beside the point.

The point is, college has taught me to be a (somewhat) cheerful person in the morning, even though I’d rather be sleeping in until at least ten. It helps that I love my morning classes, English and French. My professors are amazing and really helpful and encouraging. I pity them, however, because they get to see the true sides of all the usual peppy college students. English class is filled with college students who want to go back to bed, dressed in hoodies and sweats, and just want caffeine and a hug. It’s the truth and if you ask any of my English class friends, they will agree with me and say that 8 am classes are horrendous, but our professor makes it great.

I am happy to say that I was not, am not, and will never be “that freshman.” AKA, the freshman that carries a map and looks lost and overwhelmed every day on campus. Nope…thank goodness I am not that person. I’ve figured my way around campus and if I have a question, I am too stubborn to ask for help. I figure it out myself, however long it may take. That may be a bad habit that needs breaking, but as for now, I’m content with it. It helps me “fit in” in a good way and people have come up to me asking for directions. It’s been eventful.

People can tell I am a commuter, however, if they study my expressions and demeanor carefully. The average college student that lives on campus is peppy and spirited the first week of college, but after the long nights of partying and staying up late, their spirit quickly becomes depleted, groggy, and big circles appear under their eyes. Now, before you judge again, I am not judging my fellow classmates. I love them dearly, but sometimes, you can tell that they’ve had a long night (or two, or three). Me, on the other hand… I go home and sleep in a nice bed and although I may be tired, my eyes are circle free (so far…updates on that issue may take place when midterms and finals week approache).

…they also have little backpacks with maybe three books and two notebooks… sometimes a laptop. Not me. I pack like I’m leaving for Mt. Everest for a week. No lie, my back pack weighs 25 pounds. TWENTY FIVE STINKIN’ POUNDS. Do you realize how much that is?! That’s like carrying a small toddler on your back for 8-10 hours a day. Not cool, man…not cool. It’s because I don’t have a dorm to go back to, so I have to carry everything I need that day with me…24/7. However, I have proclaimed that I will be “ripped” by the end of semester with a back stronger then the Terminator’s. That’s my goal. I refuse to let anything else happen, like a hunchback or a limp. I r.e.f.u.s.e.

So, that’s what college has taught me so far. I mean, besides how to organize my time efficiently and make sure I have my homework done and maintain sanity at the same time. I won’t go into that, though, because that’s boring to read. I told you the somewhat interesting parts of my college experience. There are more adventures to tell. I haven’t even scratched the surface. But so far, all I know is that college is good so far, I’m not extremely stressed about my grades (yet) and I have completed yet another bucket list item on September 20th, 2011 at 11:40 am. I encourage you to blog at a Starbucks…It’s actually quite satisfying! Oh, and I also recommend a pumpkin spice latte. Mmhmm…delicious.


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  1. Pingback: Back to the grind. | keri betters

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