It’s almost time to ring in the New Year, so you know what that means. Resolutions, goals, and, of course, a new semester! I figured that now that there’s some down time, (how hectic was this holiday season?!) it’s time to start preparing for a new school term.
I don’t know about you all, but Fall 2016 has left me drained. I was more than glad to finish up my last final and finally get to relax. But as wild as Fall semester was, I’m still very excited for this upcoming semester. I’m determined to do even better in Spring. And now that I officially have nothing else to do but sit around, I figured I might as well start preparing for Spring semester.
It’s finally here, the moment all college students have been waiting for: Winter Break. After a grueling fall semester, we’ve earned the right to relax. But, for some reason, it’s becoming really hard for me to. I’ve been feeling pretty lost just sitting in my room not knowing what to do. Without the routine of classes and studying, I’m not really sure what to do with all this sudden free time I have on my hands.
So, after bumming around for a couple of days, I’ve finally started to become a little more productive. Sure, I’m not memorizing pages upon pages of lecture notes like I used to, but at least I’m not just laying in bed thinking “what in the world if going on?” and sighing loudly. If you’re finding yourself bored without school, here are a few things you can do to get into Winter Break mode and start relaxing.
If there’s one thing I talk endlessly about in this blog, it’s the need for friends. Since my senior year of high school, I’ve pushed for how absolutely important have a good social network is. I personally believe that it’s impossible to survive without having a friend or two to keep you sane.
I’ve been having a rough couple of weeks lately, and the one thing that has kept me going has been my friends. I feel like I could talk about them endlessly. So in the spirit of Thanksgiving being near, here is my homage to all the people I’ve been lucky enough to call my friend.
I have always been a strong advocate for mental health awareness. Throughout high school, I have vehemently preached about the need for self-love keeping one’s self both physically and mentally healthy. Now, as a Psychology major in college, my passion for the topic has only kept growing.
I thought that leaving high school would mean I can have the chance to reinvent myself. I thought that if I could focus all my energy into being a completely new person, it could happen. But it doesn’t work like that; you can’t just get rid of your past; you have to work through them.
Living in a dorm room can have its perks. For one, you’re right on campus so you never have to worry about waking up late and missing the bus. Also, can we talk about instant friends? Living in a hall with the same group of people means you’re pretty much forced to be friends.
But let’s not kid ourselves. Dorm rooms can be awful. From nasty communal showers to roommate disputes, it’s no wonder dorm rooms get a bad rep. But for me, personally, the absolute worst thing about dorm rooms is the inevitable mess that comes with it.
I have a feeling that you already know everything in this letter. You know me too well. You know that I’m meant for bigger, better things. Something more than our small little suburb. I feel like this was an unspoken truth when I first left for college. You knew I would never come back. Not really, at least.
It’s not a secret that I had an awful first semester. I started off my college career with an extremely low GPA and an awful mindset regarding my self worth and capabilities. I went into my winter break insecure about my talents and unwilling to go back for another semester. My parents were all but ready to transfer me to the local community college because I was so convinced that I didn’t belong at my college.
But I am anything but a quitter and I made myself promise to get through one more semester. If I can handle another semester, then I can think about transferring colleges.
In the spirit of this no nonsense blog, my imperfections are out in the open. They’re something that has changed me as a person– I’ve learned and grown from them. (Or, at least, I’ve tried to.) And they’re out in the open here so hopefully you can learn from them too! So here’s the basis of today’s life lesson: I failed my first semester.
I ended with an average GPA of 2.6– just above mediocrity and nowhere near acceptable for med school. The last few days of semester was a mess of tears and regrets. I hated myself for not doing more. For not studying more. For not being better. I beat myself up endlessly and fell into a really depressed state of just wallowing around.
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I am in the minority when I say that I don’t really mind communal bathrooms.
Because I don’t see myself living off campus any time soon and I’m too cheap to pay for suite-style rooms, I’m stuck in a hallway of maybe 50 or so girls sharing a couple bathroom stalls and showers. You get to know people really quickly when you share such small living quarters, and even more so when you can practically hold hands while using the bathroom.
I remember the last few weeks of summer before my freshman year fondly. It was a blur of last minute shopping trips and hasty packing and scouring the internet for advice on how to make my first year of college a better one. I was going to a good college, I had a great boyfriend, and I have all the utilities of the internet to help me be the best me possible. Every list turned out to be the same reiteration of each other, but I was obsessed with reading every single one just to make sure I get through my first year as efficiently and effectively as any scared seventeen-year-old could.