Three years ago, when I stepped on campus for the first time as a college freshman on Aug. 28, 2014, I was so excited I was shaking.
I arrived early at every class breathless and bright eyed, my heart pounding and eager to learn everything. I felt like skipping from building to building.
I rushed and joined a sorority, thrilled to feel like I was part of something bigger. I joined clubs, went to meetings, applied to jobs, and jumped into research. I was taking 18 credits and so smug with my ability to do everything.
Within a few weeks, I was exhausted.