Wednesday morning marks my first official day of college. My first class is Psych 101, which I find ironic given that lately I can’t explain the psychology behind my own behavior. Like why, I can’t stop thinking about a guy who lied to me since the day we met. And why was I thinking about a guy at all when I told myself I wouldn’t get into a relationship until after college?
Hoping to get some type of explanation, I examine the syllabus only to find that the whole semester will be spent learning basic theories of well known psychologists. That’s not at all helpful. I need an in-depth psychoanalysis course in order to figure out what’s going on in my head.
Next is biology, which was not my favorite subject in high school, and I’m already predicting will not be my favorite subject in coll
