Coming back to school was more of an adjustment than I expected it to be. I thought I was doing pretty well after being home for three months. I considered myself to be "normal" again. I was completely wrong. It doesn't help that I'm living in an apartment of all RM's who are all going through the same struggle of trying to fit in... On our first Sunday, we prayed at the door before leaving the house (that's a missionary thing to do) Heaven help us...
That first Sunday gave me really bad anxiety. All of a sudden I was surrounded by people my age. Which normally should be a good thing, right? Wrong. There were boys. Actually men. Lining the halls. They seemed to be on the prowl... BOYS WERE CHECKING ME OUT! Well at least it seemed like they were... And that was enough to make me feel very uncomfortable. I wanted to hide. But there was nowhere to go. Luckily we were able to run after church and didn't have to try and make friends. We came back to our nice little apartment and escaped the outside world.
After this experience, I was more scared for the first day of school. I was more nervous this time than I was the first day of my very first semester. Why? I wish I knew. Maybe I just had a better idea of what to expect. Maybe I was just terrified of people. For my first day I made a goal not to talk to anyone or write anything down. I succeeded. I know it sounds stupid, but I just wanted to fly under the radar. I was struggling because before the mission I always knew people in all of my classes. I could walk around campus and see people I knew everywhere. Now I just felt like a fish out of water. I didn't know a single soul. Let me tell you, it's rough. And really really depressing. I expected things to be the same when I came back. But I forgot about the part where everyone graduated and got married while I was gone... So things were most definitely nowhere near the same that they were. Except Brooke. She's still here.
My classes this semester:
Program Planning and Implementation
Health Appraisal and Prescription
Medical Terminology
Biostatistics
Capstone
Church History
I'm at 15 credits. In case you're wondering, that's the most I've ever taken in a single semester. Based on the first few days of school, I'm going to be so busy. But I guess that's not a bad thing. I just pray that I survive this semester. And I pray that I can somehow make friends with people...
I have to say though, I absolutely adore my roommates. Ivie, Liza, Lindsay, Dani, and Nicole. Living with all RM's is seriously a dream. We may be socially awkward, but we understand each other and we influence each other to do good every day. My oh my, I have been so blessed.


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