The Night Before College
On the night before starting college, emotions run high—nervousness, excitement, and a quiet sense of wonder. In this heartfelt blog post, I reflect on my thoughts, fears, and hopes as I prepare for a new chapter of life. From packing my bag to practicing my introduction, every moment today feels like a small step toward something big. Join me in this honest and emotional glimpse into the final night before college begins.
Pratap
7/9/2025
The Night Before College
It’s 11:30 PM. It’s quiet outside, but in my mind I am wide awake—thoughts churning, butterflies, and a strange blend of nervousness and excitement. Tomorrow is the day I’ve thought about hundreds of times in my head—my very first day of college.
There’s something special about tonight, like the night before a big festival or a new adventure. I have heard a zillion stories from my cousins, friends and seniors about how college life will change me. It’s a place people say you’ll find your voice, your tribe and, occasionally, even your purpose. And now, it’s my turn.
I got up quite early again today because I knew today is going to be a day of preparation, both physical and mental. After my customary morning checkup, a thorough brushing, a cool bath and a light breakfast, I sat quietly for a few moments alone to ponder the question: How would I like to begin this new venture?
I got to work, slowly but surely, beginning with the fundamentals. I packed my college bag meticulously. Nothing fancy, just two pens, a new notebook and a head full of curiosity. I checked and double-checked everything, then smiled thinking about the fact that tomorrow I’d be holding something besides stationery. I would have carrying hopes, questions and a silent dream of the person I want to become.
Then I laid out my clothes for tomorrow. I smoothed my frock gradually, carefully noting each crease. Neatness was about showing up for myself with self-assurance. I folded it well and put it in the closet, set for the morning.
Later, I would stand in front of the mirror, practicing how to say my name.
"Hey, I'm _, and I'm thrilled to be here!"
I experimented with different variations, giggling at how clumsy some sounded. But slowly, I found a rhythm. I understood that I was not just preparing a speech but preparing to present the real me to the world. Honest. Nervous. But ready.
Then I laid out my clothes for tomorrow. I smoothed my frock gradually, carefully noting each crease. Neatness was about showing up for myself with self-assurance. I folded it well and put it in the closet, set for the morning.
Later, I would stand in front of the mirror, practicing how to say my name.
"Hey, I'm _, and I'm thrilled to be here!"
I experimented with different variations, giggling at how clumsy some sounded. But slowly, I found a rhythm. I understood that I was not just preparing a speech but preparing to present the real me to the world. Honest. Nervous. But ready.
