The other day I was doing what I do best, eating in commons. As I was walking to the back of the cafeteria, something caught my attention. It was beautiful. I sat down at my usual seat and began eating my extremely healthy lunch. The whole time I sat there with one thing in my head, no matter what I did I couldn’t get my mind off it. I ate my boring meal, most likely a bland salad with a chicken sandwich, or noodles with some sort of sauce, I’m sorry I just can’t recall what I had because my mind was elsewhere. It seemed like an eternity until I was united with what mattered to me the most. I had finally finished my meal. I stood up and began to proceed forward. At this point I felt bigger than life. I was walking in slow motion just like in the movies. I rounded the corner (still in slow motion) and finally stood there in front of it. It was as if the clouds had parted and a beam of light descending from the great Mount Olympus, as only the great Greek god could have formed something as special as this. A grin slowly grew on my face. I reached out and picked two up, and proceeded back to my seat. Although it wasn’t a long walk, the anticipation was killing me. I finally sat down after a grueling trek, when all of the sudden I realized….. I needed a new drink, but I knew the perfect drink to get, and boy was I going to drink the hell out of that drink. I sadly stood up, said good-bye, just for the moment, to my newly acquired prized item, and proceeded all the way to the other side of the cafeteria to get my drink. When I had finally arrived back to my table, I sat down and prepared myself for the upcoming events. I reached to my plate and picked it up. (in slow motion) I elevated my hand to my mouth and took a bite, out of the most room temperature average chocolate cake you can imagine, what a letdown it was. This whole time I had been anticipating some marvelous chocolate cake when in reality it was the most ordinary chocolate cake out there. Don’t get me wrong it was good, if given the opportunity to have it again I would, but it’s nothing I would crave or ask for. One thing Is for certain, it was nothing Zeus baked up on Mount Olympus. 

                Usually when I hear the term “Breakfast Club” I think of the old movie about the High Schoolers all in Saturday detention. Just the other day that term was ruined for me, It went from being a happy cheerful movie to hell all in just about 45 minutes.

                It was right after practice, we had are usual team meeting in center field. It started out as a nice talk after a very successful practice, but soon escalated. Coach McGuire was no longer happy. He gave us the usual reprimanding about how we post inappropriate thing on social media and for that we will have our first “breakfast club” the next morning. I have never been a part of a one of these notorious events but I could tell that waking up at six for extensive physical activity was not going to be fun, and also now when am I supposed to do my laundry? At our first team meeting he told all of us to clean up our different social medias because he would be checking them twice a week, to make sure we weren't posting any inappropriate things that would make us as an individual or a team look bad. Any way a few player posted some stuff and long story short, Its breakfast cub time.

                My eyes slowly opened as I picked myself slowly out of bed, I reached to my desk to grab my phone when a shock of fear struck through my body. It was 6:35. We had been instructed to arrive at the Bast Center between 6:30 and 6:45 or else our punishment would continue on for a couple days. One of the advantages of going to a small school is nothing on campus is more than a 10 minute walk. Luckily Marion to Bast is about three. Although I knew I wasn't going to be late, I didn't expect to sleep through my alarm. I scurried out of bed, threw on my cutest workout out fit and was out the door in 3 minutes

                As I walked into the main entrance of Bast, with sleepy eyes and bed head, I realized that the next 30 minutes were not going to be very fun. As I looked around the room I noticed that everyone looked just as tired as I did.  We proceeded into the gym and did the dynamic stretches we do before every practice. After doing our high knee and butt kicker exercises the doors to hell opened, and we entered Donte’s inferno.

                It was a 4 station circuit work out with clapping push ups, suicides, box jumps, and sit ups. We were to do each station 10 times for however long it took the suicide runners to do their suicide. The first 2 rotations were a breeze, but then your muscles slowly started to wear down and turn to Jell-O. The burning sensation in your shoulders became too much to handle, push ups became nearly impossible with your sweaty palms slipping on the floor. Stations got longer because the suicides got slower, and finally, the tenth rotation came, I finished the last set of box jumps and immediately sat on the floor when the whistle signaled the suiciders had finished. Finally, we were done

                I sat on the floor stretching, finally catching my breath, all I could think about was going back to my room, showing, going to my only class of the day and getting back in bed. How awesome did that sound, just taking a nap and sleeping until practice time that night. But then the unthinkable happened. Based off the last suicide our coach said “Some people had too much left in the tank, so back at the grind. The next fifteen minutes we spent running laps around the basketball court. Every time he blew the whistle we were to sprint until the next whistle. If my legs were Jell-O during the first half the workout they were pudding now. Finally he blew the whistle for us to stop. We all met at center court put our hands in and said “Noke” after a count to three. 

Although it didn’t come as a surprise laundry is the biggest pain in the butt. I have never done laundry before in my life, my parents have always done it for me. Leading up to college I knew I was going to have to do it and I knew I would hate it. I used to always listen to my sister when she would come home her freshman year, talk about how awful it was to lug all your clothes down to the first floor, throw them in the washer and be on call for the next hour. After the first week I decided that since I had run out of underwear that it would be in my best interest to go down to the first floor and clean my clothes. In my dorm we have six washers and eight dryers, most of them were open and my first experience was a breeze. It only took thirty minutes to wash, so for that time I just sat downstairs in the common room and talked to my dad, who I hadn’t talked to since he dropped me off. Drying the clothes took a little longer but the majority of the dryers were open so it wasn’t that bad. I threw my clothes in and went back to my dorm and watched TV for an hour or so. It wasn’t until my next trip when all went to hell. It was about a week later, same time of day as the week before, again…. I ran out of undies. I waddled down stairs carrying my cheap laundry basket that’s already falling apart after two weeks. As I walk into the laundry room I stared down the only open washer I saw and quickly got to it before someone else. I threw my tide pod in along with my clothes and left to come back upstairs and finish watching a TV show. As I was leaving I noticed that none of the dryers were open, but who cares? I have thirty minutes by the time I come back down one will be open. Thirty minutes pass and I make my way back down to the laundry room to find not one dryer open, but many are done. A little annoyed I left my clothes in the washer and made my way back up to my dorm. Ten minutes later I go back down to the laundry room thinking “this is my time” there was definitely one open now…….NOPE, Still the exact same clothes in the dryer. It’s been at least thirty minutes since this persons clothes have been done and they are inconsiderate enough to not come and get them. Many people take peoples clothes out and put them on the little table for folding but personally I would rather not grab peoples underwear and anything else they have in there. Finally on my third trip down a dry was open and I quickly got it. An adventure that should have only been an hour and a half was stretched out to three. From now on I will be waking up at 6 A.M. Saturday mornings to do my laundry.  

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Just about two weeks ago, I set of on a new journey, a new life. Before college not much had ever changed in my existence, I went to the same school for fourteen years, lived in the same house for nineteen years, and have had pretty much the same friends. On August 24^th just the day after my nineteenth birthday all this changed. I left my hometown, my family, and all my friends to move up here to little Salem Virginia. Going from the flat ground of Virginia Beach and Norfolk to the mountains of western V.A. alone was enough change. As you pull in on move in day it hits you, this is my home for the next four years. I looked around and saw this little brick college campus right in the middle of this small mountain city, and as strange as it felt I knew this is now home. Getting ready for college emotionally is nearly impossible. Very few people have been away from home for more than just summer camp, and even after those four or six weeks you still end up going back to the same life you had before. College is a time to explore new things and make all new friends, and that can be stressful.  Luckily there is always something to do here, whether it’s going to parties, sporting events, or exploring Main Street with new people. Everyone on campus is excited for a new school year and willing to help you with anything you need. The cold mornings and hot afternoons make it a little hard to get dressed for class, but it’s not a far walk anywhere on campus. One of the hardest adjustments of college, just in general, is all the free time and how to spend it. It’s so easy to waste it watching TV or just hanging out with all your new friends, but It needs to be for studying because after all you are a full time student. It is extremely possible to do all your work and maintain a good social life. With all this change it will take time for adjustment, no one is going to be able to dive right in and automatically be 100 percent comfortable, but leaving your comfort zone means growing as a person and that’s one of the many goals of college.

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