I’ll admit, the circumstance I most feared upon entering the heavy glass doors of the residential dorms, treading across the grey expanse of the catwalk while the cold air somehow manages to permeate through my winter coat, and sitting in the dusty seats of Lipke Auditorium, was that my laziness that grew in momentum over break would rear its ugly head. And yes, I am struggling with the spurts of moments that threaten to seep laziness back into my life, but I think I’ve managed quite well. 
Coming back from break is often an adjustment. The routine you’ve established in the previous semester evaporates as easily as water on a burning stove. You must adjust into a new schedule, meet new people, and search for nuances that make each professor unique, and make your own time in their class more bearable. It is now three days since the spring semester began, and I still have to log in to Wiser to look at my schedule and find the locations of my classes. I’ve had to purchase notebooks (scandalous indeed, for me), because I find myself in classes where technology is not a friend (I almost cried myself to sleep once being told I couldn’t take notes on my iPad—my iPad is my life, take it away, and you might as well throw me into the blue waters that border our campus, as I cease to be without it). But I’ve learned to adapt. And now I’m learning how to write notes by hand, exactly where my classes are, and have met new people I’m honestly wishing I’d met a semester ago. 
I also find myself extremely tired. It’s serious, honestly. I see students on benches and imagine myself curling up against my backpack and taking a quick nap. I sit on the tiny chair in Lipke Auditorium and want to rest my head on the tiny desk. I yawn at least seven times in each class. It’s doesn’t make for a very pleased professor. I suppose it is the long hours of sleep I got over break, and my body is rebelling against the 8 a.m. class and the rest that begins at 1 a.m. Sorry, body. College is college. Including the notorious presence of a diurnal lack of sleep. 
My skin is beginning to break out again. This is perhaps the most heartbreaking thing of all. The clear skin I managed to attain during break was immediately disturbed by the arrival of a zit on the first day of classes. Sorry skin. College is college. Including the inability for clear skin. 
But despite the new adjustments, new professors, new note-taking, and lack of sleep and clear skin, I wouldn’t trade college for anything. I’ll gladly face more zits and yawn more times in class if I get to be around the people I’ve grown to love in college. I’ll even stop grumbling and embark upon a new journey in the world of note-taking. College is college. But college is the sh*t.