The summer is over, and I’m totally okay with it.
This level of acceptance is wholly unprecedented. Despite being a huge, Hopkins-y, capital-N Nerd, I have been dragged back to school kicking and screaming ever since I learned to appreciate sleep. And, after experiencing the wonders of college, I feel that response was completely warranted. I look back on those days of 6am wake-up calls and truly wonder how I ever made it to school at all. Afternoon classes are a beautiful thing.
Last year was different, of course, in the scary-exciting way, as the end of summer signaled the start of something thoroughly unknown. And while that was better than the impending monotony of high school, the promise of change was intimidating. August was kind of like a giant, month-long panic attack. Safely on the other side of my freshman year, I realize that it was totally unnecessary, but worriers tend to, you know, worry. I’m not renowned for my rationality.
This year, I’ve been counting down the days until my return to Homewood. My soon-to-be suitemates and I have been waiting for this moment since we said goodbye to AMR II, and, as the silverware and decorative pillows start to pile up in my living room, it’s finally starting to feel real. On Wednesday, my best friends and I will move into Charles Commons and officially kick off our sophomore year. Just typing that brought a big, goofy grin to my face. Buying an ice-cream scoop for our suite at Target the other day elicited a similar reaction, as did browsing through themed soap dispensers on Amazon. I have a problem, and it’s fine.
Just about everything about heading back to Hopkins makes me excited enough to jump up and down. My new rooming situation with the lovely people I can’t seem to shut up about. My delightful humanities-filled schedule. (I have Thursdays off; the universe loves me.) The thought of being in the same place as all of my friends again has me wishing that Wednesday would hurry up and get here already. But with so many things to be pumped about, it would be quite the challenge to fit them all in a blog of non-outrageous length. So I’ve decided to focus my gushing on the new and exciting stuff that’s going on outside the classroom (and my suite). To remain true to my type-A tendencies, I’ve made a list. Shocker.
SAAB: Seeing my fellow SAAB-ers on a weekly basis is already going to brighten my entire semester (and JHU_Kevin is back from Senegal, CAN I GET AN AMEN), so ushering in a whole new generation of SAABabies will be twice as awesome. You should go apply right this very minute, and let us love you.
The Barnstormers: Theatre is one of the best things about being on campus, and the Barnstormers want YOU to be a part of it. So we’re hosting a brand-new orientation event, featuring performances from all five student-run theatre groups, including sketch comedy and improv! If you’re even mildly interested in performing while at Hopkins, be there or be square. Also, the Freshmen One Acts are steadily approaching, and I’m so thrilled to meet a fresh crop of FOABaby Barnstormers! Plus, with a mainstage play as clever and hilarious as Is He Dead?, fall semester might just achieve theatrical perfection.
Alpha Phi: As cheesy as it sounds, I really just can’t wait to reunite with my sisters. They’re kind of the best people around. The lovely ladies in charge are already filling my schedule with some incredible, sisterly events, and I’ve pre-ordered enough adorable Alpha Phi Shirts to last me until the spring. Even though formal recruitment isn’t until February, it’s still something to be prematurely pumped about, and I’ve been looking forward to being on the other side of the process since I had my own experience. Last, but certainly not least, the start of the school year means the revival of pham ice-cream nights, which is truly all the reason I need to move back to Hopkins.
And I’ll force myself to stop, even though I could go on and on until Christmas. I’m just too ready to be back at the best place on earth. Until then, I’ll be here, half-buried in dollar-store dishware, waiting impatiently for my sophomore year.