Today I pack for college, and tomorrow I hit the road. Only an hour or so away, but I guess you could say I'm a little excited to be going.

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tl;dr: I worry about college bullshit. Give me advice or wish me luck.
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I've been absolutely swamped with "college advice," so I'm listing some here to get it off my mind:

Enjoy yourself. Make friends; take classes you enjoy.

Easier said than done.

However, I do expect to have lots of fun. I currently live in a neighborhood devoid of any people my age, and most of my social interactions happened in the classroom. Well, certainly not anymore.

And while I hope to take classes I enjoy, the nagging feeling that I must maintain a high GPA (in order to get into graduate school, get a "good" job, etc) remains strong. Should I explore my options and possibly face lower grades, or take classes I feel I have a better chance at a higher grade in (even if they might not be as interesting)? A classic dilemma.

Furthermore, if I take classes I enjoy, will everything I end up doing be useless? It seems as if unless I major in engineering, I'll be hopeless unemployed with a useless degree for the rest of my life. Not a true statement, but a true fear nonetheless.

But after writing that just now I think: who the hell cares if I don't get a "good" (read: high paying) job. I'll do what I enjoy, learn what I want, and I'll be ten times happier than if I do something I don't want to do. And in the end, isn't it all about happiness and enjoyment anyway? Plus, why the fuck should I care about what others may think of my "success?" What does that matter to me? Answer: it doesn't.

Talk to your professors. Go to office hours! Take advantage of your short time there.

Oh certainly.

At least, that's what I hope will happen. I've never been good at class discussions. I have no problem speaking in front of a class or expressing my opinion, but I'm not good at coming up with questions. What am I supposed to be asking? I did the damn reading, I understand what's going on, and I'm not confused. So how am I supposed to come up with some BS to ask about? An inconclusive problem.

Take advantage of all your opportunities! Join clubs, start clubs, network!

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

There are approximately 230+ clubs my school, and I'm interested in about a dozen. A dozen? Like hell I'll be able to do all of that. I'll probably have the time to join one or two at the most. Ugh, now my writing is regressing. I really should have done more writing over the summer, because I'm going to be fucked when I get assigned three 15 page essays in the first week. BACK TO THE CLUBS:

Like I was saying, too many clubs to join, not enough time to do everything. I'm nothing but a horrible dilettante, and if I try too much this is never going to change. But what to focus on? Theater (I have no experience, but am interested)? Dance (I'm decent according to friends, but no experience)? Newspaper (and if so, should I become a writer or be a layout designer)? Sports?

I'm so done talking about this right now. Don't even get me started on "networking," since my experience is equal to zero.

Be organized! Don't procrastinate! Get all your reading done, attend lectures, and have a plan in mind for everything you do!

Fuck that.

I'm going to stop procrastinating? Maybe in magical fantasy land where whatever I write down in a blog can magically come true in real life. But on the off chance I'm living in a magical fantasy land, I'm going to do all my homework, problem sets, etc, as soon as they're assigned, I'm going to write essays days in advance, bring them to professors and others to look over and get criticism from, I'll be totally organized about my schedule, and I'll get plenty of sleep. Ok, did it work? I SURE HOPE SO.

I need to turn my life into a movie montage with 80s work music in the background, because otherwise I surely won't get anything done.

As for being organized, I still haven't decided what classes I'm going to be taking first semester (granted, I can't choose them yet and won't be able to know if they're all filled up by the time I have my chance to), so I only have rough ideas in mind. I've been told over and over again my advisors are not going to be terribly helpful, so figure I'll need to figure most of this stuff out myself, like what majors I should leave myself open to, and how I should plan accordingly. This shit be complicated.

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That's all for now from this episode of "Nervous perfrosh worries about cliché college issues before even stepping on campus." Stay tuned next time for, "Worried first-week freshman complains about sluggish college administration and terrible food."

I CAN'T WAIT.