Back to the Grind

Well, look who’s back?  Sorry for the very long break with no updates.  Last week was my first week back at school and it was a bit overwhelming as well as exhausting.  I love all of my classes and I am excited to see where this semester goes.  After not doing too much walking or much physical activity for the past three months or so, walking around campus is taking a toll on my body.  As I am writing this post, I am sitting in my desk chair with my feet up on my bed with a cold pack on my left ankle.  No injury, just very sore, also flip-flops were probably not the best choice.  You would think I would have learned after 19 years to wear proper footwear, but nope.  Anywho, I am so looking forward to fall, my favorite season of all time.  There’s something about the cooler air, the beautiful colors, over-sized sweaters and the smell of baking that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

So far, my journalism class is my favorite!  I know, shocker.  At the end of the semester, we will have written 12 stories and that makes me squeal like a little girl inside.  I feel like this will give me a great sense of what it’s like to find stories and different angles to take with them.  Along with that class, I am also writing for the campus paper, The New Hampshire (TNH) and am hopefully getting a permanent position as a staff writer instead of a contributing writer.  I should find out really soon so I’ll keep you guys updated.

On Friday I met with my mentees, all but one because they double booked and forgot, which is totally understandable seeing as it’s their first week of college.  My mentees and I had a great time chatting and getting to know each other.  I expressed my anxiety in social situations and that being a mentor is out of my comfort zone.  They were surprised because I seemed at ease when in reality, I was panicking on the inside.  It was really nice to know that I didn’t come off anxious and I had fun meeting these wonderful people.  When meeting new people, especially in a small group of a few people, I tend to talk a lot, although not as much as when it’s just me and one other person.  I have noticed over the years, especially after I got diagnosed, I began starting saying hi to people I didn’t know in an attempt to make more friends.  I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I now know what I have and that increased my self-confidence tenfold.  I would rather try and be shot down then not try at all, not that I have been shot down for just saying hi, but in my mind, that’s what my anxiety is telling me will happen.  I refuse to let my anxiety rule my life.

Tomorrow I go back to school after my long weekend and being the nerd I am, I’m excited!  Check back with me during finals and I guarantee I will not be singing the same tune.  Until next time lovelies!

P.S. I promise I’ll try not to take so long next time to post.

Shine on!