It’s the middle of winter and this morning I woke up to my first thunderstorm since coming to OSU. Thunder, lightning, pouring rain—the whole production. I love thunderstorms, and I got out of bed to just stare out my 18th-floor window at the lightning painting the eastern skies.

Today was also “Super Tuesday,� the day that 24 states (not including Ohio) hold presidential primaries. Now, I’m not big on politics, but I wore my civic duty-dance shirt in honor of the day’s significance. And no, not a single person made fun of me—to my face.

Tomorrow morning I’m meeting with my adviser to plan out my future. I have no idea what I’m doing on my own; I need guidance. I’m starting to think I won’t be able to pursue the triple major of accounting, finance, and economics that I wanted, but that’s okay—if worse comes to worst, I’ll drop finance.

In high school I never used the planners they gave us. I think it might have been a nonconformist-motivated move by me, but either way, I got along just fine. But now that I’m in college and find myself juggling countless extracurricular activities, meetings, classes, projects, etc., I can’t help but tether myself to my planner. I like being busy; I feel guilty when I have nothing to do, even if I really don’t want to do anything. So I stretch myself in 17 different directions to get the I’m-barely-breathing feeling going. I figured I better get used to it now, because, in all honesty, I plan to become a workoholic at some point in my life.

It’s hard to believe that I’m halfway done with my first year of college. I passed the halfway mark on my meal swipes today—only 49 left!—and I had my first midterm—which I maybe possibly could have potentially not done so terribly horrible on. I’ve gone halfway, which means I can’t back out now; it’s easier to conserve my momentum and stay forward.