First Day of School.

Five years ago today

was my first day of college.

I didn't take the most direct route

to my classes

because I had been too proud

to go and find my classrooms

the weekend before

like everyone else had done.

I went to Physical Science,

which I would later

stop attending altogether

because I couldn't handle

waking up for an 8 am class.

I went to Book of Mormon,

which I would later

come to hate

because the girl in the front row

made too many comments.

I went to French Literature,

which I would later

learn was easier

than my AP French class.

Then I had an hour break

and I went home

because I lived 5 minutes away

and I didn't understand college.

I went back for Writing and Rhetoric

which I would later

write my final paper for

on the morning it was due.

For dinner that night

I had popcorn,

frozen vegetables,

and a kiwi.

I went to the ward ice cream social.

Rachel and I went on a run,

and I met the RB stairs for the first time.

Then some boys

started throwing crab apples

at our window,

so we went out and met them

and chatted with them

for the first

and only

time.

And I had no idea

that five years later,

I'd be sitting at my desk

in front of my beautiful, perfect window,

in my wood-paneled bedroom,

a college graduate,

a member of the workforce,

a grad student,

writing this

and remembering this

and smiling back

at my little old self.

Not my first day,

but I remember how cool I felt

walking around campus

with dat gold bow in my hair.