This week marked one of many "lasts" that I will be experiencing this year. As cliche as it sounds, Tuesday was my last first day of school. Yes, everyone posts this on this their Facebooks and Instagrams and Snapchats and we get sick of seeing it.
But if you stop to think about it, it's the last time we get to rip the tags off of our first day of class outfits or the last time we will ever have that bittersweet feeling of saying goodbye to an amazing, memory-filled summer break.
There are going to be so many lasts this year, which makes me sad to think about. Up until senior year, you think you have so much time to explore campus and enjoy everything the University has to offer. But the truth is that you don't have a lot of time, which doesn't hit you until you're a senior and your time at college suddenly feels painfully limited.
There were also some fun firsts though. I was able to finally be a legal adult and experience Ann Arbor's nightlife with my girls. I had my first fishbowl at Charley's, my first trip to Study Lounge, and my first mind probe at Ricks's.
Going to Rick's is one of those things that everyone who goes to Michigan needs to do at least once. Some people come out loving it, other people never want to go back. In my opinion, it's basically a massive, glorified frat party where you have to pay to get in and then you have to pay for your own drinks.
That being said, I will definitely be back to visit.
There were also some experiences that I sincerely hope will be "lasts". I can only hope that this will be the last time that I ever end up on crutches. But since I am a naturally accident prone person, we can't be too sure.
For those of you interested in the not-so-interesting back story, here it is.
I had an amazing dinner with my baby sister at MoJo Hall. I ate my heart out, finishing things off with a bowl of ice cream and MoJo cookies. I also proceeded to brag about my amazing dorm dinner (that I did not have to cook) all over my snapchat. Well, karma did not seem to enjoy how much I was bragging about my dinner, so it decided to intervene.
I had just finished visiting my sister and was exiting Mary Markley Hall when I tripped and fell down two stairs (not two flights of stairs which is what the doctor's later thought I did). Just two itty-bitty stairs. Most people would slip and land on their bum, dust themselves on, and get on with their lives. But no, not me.
I proceeded to trip forwards, fall face first, and land entirely on my ankle. I assured the freshman around me that I was totally fine and just needed a minute. In actuality I'd had the wind knocked out of me so I did the only think I could think of. I curled up in a ball and cried for a hot second while the freshmen around me were probably thinking, "WTF."
This is the point where my freshman little sister hauled me to the ER. And then I sat there for four hours with Deni gossiping about the cute doctors. The verdict? Three sprained ligaments and a minor fracture. You've got to admit, it takes talent to accomplish all of that just by tripping down two steps.
So hopefully, this is the last time I will ever be on crutches. On the bright side, now I can use the elevator without feeling guilty.