In a day, I’ll be on the East Coast.
I know that’s how I should start this blog, and my brain says that that really is how I want to start this blog, but my heart tells me to start with this: In a day, I’ll be on the East Coast! With my COHORT! It’s gonna be TOTALLY AWESOME! AAAAAHHHH! *Insert dance party here.*
I guess you could say I’m excited.
I’ve spent a lot of the week cramming in random activities to do with friends and family: I have seen a play, watched a movie, gone rock climbing, played volleyball, and eaten ice cream (my friend Chloe and I had planned an ice cream party on the day we got back our SAT scores so that we could either celebrate our intelligence or mourn the loss of our brains). I’ve been busy with all this, so haven’t been able to spend all of my time worrying about the trip—but, of course, I have spent a large portion of my time worrying about the trip. For example, I took the time to plug most of the itinerary into my phone’s calendar, which was a bit unnecessary, but hey, it was either that or fret more.
Last night, I gathered most of the stuff I’ll be bringing with me, but my mom did most of the actual packing into the suitcase while I watched what was placed where and checked it off, making notes on a list with a cold (and almost murderous) efficiency. I may have scared my mom a bit. The ILC gives us a 42-pound weight limit so we’re absolutely sure that our bags aren’t overweight (obesity in ILC baggage is a serious issue), and fortunately, my bag is four pounds under the limit, so I shouldn’t have anything to worry about.
I’m less than twelve hours away from seeing Don, Mr. Hillyer, and my cohort (and the Vanderbilt group; we’ll be traveling to the airport together) at my high school. At 3:50 AM.
Until then, I’ll be worrying about what time I’d like to go to sleep…if I can contain my joy and calm myself down enough to sleep at all. I feel like I’m inches away from the start of an outstanding experience, and I’m holding my breath until it starts.