College Is Hard Sometimes
These past few weeks, I have been the most stressed out that I have ever been. Projects, exams, extra curricular activities...literally everything started to fall on the same days. And it stressed me out. The past few days however, I have really been hitting a breaking point. I'm in a dance organization here at Bradley, and we have our show coming up this Saturday, which means it is currently tech week. On top of having long, tiring practices every night this week, I have had three final group projects to work on, a final research paper, and beginning to study for finals on top of it all.
But that's just school. The washer at my off-campus house is broken, and I only have five pairs of underwear left, and have started to re-wear leggings from my hamper. My kitchen has suddenly been infested with ants. And my laptop acquired a virus in the middle of me writing one of my many papers that I have had due. I am so exhausted, both mentally and physically, and feel like I have been hit by a train.
I posted this picture of myself with my little and grand-little from my sorority's formal this past weekend on Facebook. My aunt who live on the East Coast commented on it saying "Looks like you are having a lot of fun at that college!" And yes, it is very true that I'm having fun at my college. But I also can get so stressed out that I want to crawl in bed and sleep all day.
It is glorified to be "stressed" in college. I see so many Instagram and Snapchat stories of people at coffee shops and in the library with their colorful notes spread out on a table, their laptop on a Spotify playlist, and a coffee with latte art or a Starbucks cup in the background. Studying and stress is for the aesthetic now, and saying you're stressed out is a conversation starter.
Well, this is a different kind of conversation starter. I am stressed out. I broke down in the library at the tech help desk yesterday when they told me that my laptop had a virus. I almost had a panic attack in front of my entire marketing communications class today when our professor told my research group in front of everyone that we left out an entire section of our presentation, and my group started fighting back with her.
I am stressed out. And although I, too, am guilty of taking pictures of my notes in the library, this stress is not for the aesthetic. And I want you all to know that your stress is valid, too. And if you want to take a cute Instagram story for the aesthetic, by all means, indulge. But don't downplay someone else's stress because it isn't as "pretty" as yours.
But that's just school. The washer at my off-campus house is broken, and I only have five pairs of underwear left, and have started to re-wear leggings from my hamper. My kitchen has suddenly been infested with ants. And my laptop acquired a virus in the middle of me writing one of my many papers that I have had due. I am so exhausted, both mentally and physically, and feel like I have been hit by a train.
I posted this picture of myself with my little and grand-little from my sorority's formal this past weekend on Facebook. My aunt who live on the East Coast commented on it saying "Looks like you are having a lot of fun at that college!" And yes, it is very true that I'm having fun at my college. But I also can get so stressed out that I want to crawl in bed and sleep all day.
It is glorified to be "stressed" in college. I see so many Instagram and Snapchat stories of people at coffee shops and in the library with their colorful notes spread out on a table, their laptop on a Spotify playlist, and a coffee with latte art or a Starbucks cup in the background. Studying and stress is for the aesthetic now, and saying you're stressed out is a conversation starter.
Well, this is a different kind of conversation starter. I am stressed out. I broke down in the library at the tech help desk yesterday when they told me that my laptop had a virus. I almost had a panic attack in front of my entire marketing communications class today when our professor told my research group in front of everyone that we left out an entire section of our presentation, and my group started fighting back with her.
I am stressed out. And although I, too, am guilty of taking pictures of my notes in the library, this stress is not for the aesthetic. And I want you all to know that your stress is valid, too. And if you want to take a cute Instagram story for the aesthetic, by all means, indulge. But don't downplay someone else's stress because it isn't as "pretty" as yours.
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