In which five-hour energy is consumed and “synergytastic” becomes a word.

Today’s lesson: Don’t drink five-hour energy before sitting down to do desk work. Or maybe it’s just don’t drink five-hour energy? The strangest part is that I ONLY drank maybe a quarter of one of those tiny bottles.

And then I realize it’s not just the caffeine I just shot into my system. I’m just antsy in general right now. The excited, eager kind of antsy, mostly. The nervous, stressed, worried kinds as well, but I’d rather focus on the excited and eager feelings today. They’re much more attractive. And supportive, encouraging, positive. (Can I date an abstract concept?)

My mom has a saying. And let me tell you, when she gets a saying going, it never really goes away. Seriously. Never. “August has a way of getting you ready for school.” Working in an elementary school, she should know! And it’s true. No matter how much I enjoy summer and and dread the return of school during the early months, by August it changes. Of course it’s more so now, when school means seeing close friends I’ve gone three months without and returning to a city that I’ve made a home in, but I’ve always been this way. I just wouldn’t have been so likely to admit it in high school!

I spent over an hour last night, when I should have been sleeping (of course), leaving messages for and chatting with girls from the floor I’m moving onto this fall. I should have been sleeping, but I can’t help it – I was excited! I keep forgetting that I’m going to be on 3W this fall, and every time I remind myself I’m just as excited as the last time. I loved my old floor, but grew into the community on this one as the last year went on. And I’m so excited to be legitimately a part of it.

I’m obsessing over decorating late at night these days too. Flipping through posts on Pinterest, wondering about my own DIY skills, dreaming of color schemes. I probably should remind myself that there’s only so much you can do with a Houghton dorm room, and I should probably stop texting my new roommate about decorating all the time, but I can’t help it. Last year was so busy, so crazy. There was so much transition and so much new responsibility involved in each semester, that no matter how design-y I can get and no matter how artsy my wonderful roommate was, we never really finished decorating. Seriously. I finally put something on the wall beside my bed in April. So I’m excited, because getting back early means times to get settled and pretty up our room.

Oh, wait, why am I going back early, you ask? [Just pretend you did.] That’s another thing I’m super [duper] antsy about. But that’s also where the nervous and stressed feelings come in, uninvited and unattractive. For the past two years I’ve worked with our school’s wonderful newspaper – one year as an unpaid Practicum student [for credit] and last year on staff as Business Manager.

And this year? Editor-in-Chief. Totally never expected that to happen, going into college. But I love it. Well, I think I’ll love it. I’ll definitely love it more than doing the business end of things. Because, see, I love editing. And I love working with – and taking care of – people. So it’s going to be phenomenal, and I’m extremely eager-antsy to get everything rolling, and ridiculously happy to be going into the year with a fantastic, synergytastic, mostly-trained staff. Yes, synergytastic is now a word. And “mostly-trained” is a wonderful adjective.

Of course, the stressed out nervous part comes from the fact that I have no blessed idea what I’m doing in such a role, but for the most part I’m excited to learn and figure it out as we go – and it helps to know your adviser is awesome.

See? I’m so antsy for this fall to finally arrive that I can’t even stop talking about it. Next thing you know, I’ll be explaining exactly where I intend to place my picture frames and why I’m so excited to finally have a Walmart nearby campus. What? You don’t care? Oh fine. If you actually read this all the way through you deserve a little mercy.

So what about you? Are you excited for the fall, or dreading the end of summer? And other students, am I totally alone in being antsy for school year after year? 

Stay tuned for when my mood totally changes and I blog about why I can’t stand the thought of leaving Florida!

Disclaimer: I rarely proofread my blogs. So if you wonder why the girl with all the typos is an editor, well,  it’s because I do almost all my informal writing in the middle of the night. That should pretty much explain everything.