Miss unafraid, Miss outta-my-way.

How to prep for junior year of college, day one.

Blast some old-school Kelly Clarkson, Backstreet Boys, and all the tween pop you can find (oh, Selena Gomez I'm talkin' bout you girl). Sing along loudly. Reminisce. Whine about "when did we get so old?!" and "ugh, new pop music" and "since when is TaySway so poppy?" Remember when you used to dress up for the first day, wear t-shirts that actually fit, and your mom made your lunch. Enjoy nobody telling you you're up past bedtime. Say "I seriously need to go to bed" no fewer than nine times. Don't go to bed. Play Justin Beiber instead.

Do alllllllllllll your laundry. Which accumulated during rush week because oh yeah, you slept, ate and went to rush. Try to figure out how you lost one green sock. Find Jack Rogers in friend's closet with no recollection of how they got there. Whatever. Pick out first day outfit... in other words, which sorority t-shirt and Nikes are you wearing to walk to class in 94º and 1121% humidity at 11 o'clock. Locate backpack which hasn't seen the light of day since May.

Buy obnoxious amount of Sharpie pens. Because it's okay to like quality. No shame.

Panic that you're not going to know anyone in your classes and still be that totally awkward girl. Because let's be honest, freshman or junior, it's always scary.


Yikes, junior year. Upperclassmen. Ready or not...

Title: Miss Independent, Kelly Clarkson. Whattttuppp 2003/6th grade/braces & glasses/Trapper Keepers.