I spent my entire first semester of college convinced that I was going to major in biology because it seemed smart and practical. Fast forward to finals week, and I’m sitting in the middle of an exam, staring blankly at the paper, realizing I literally didn’t care about any of it. After cramming all night with my study group, I changed my major to philosophy, and honestly, I’ve never felt more ali...
I never understood why people rave about their college years until I started working a 9-5 job. Suddenly, those all-nighters with friends over pizza and textbooks feel like the golden years of freedom. Now, every water cooler chat feels like a desperate attempt to relive the thrill of staying up too late just to laugh about nothing. Sometimes I find myself scrolling through old photos, wishing I c...
I’m pretty sure my entire college experience has been nothing but a series of elaborate procrastination tactics disguised as "study breaks." I’ve re-watched entire seasons of shows, baked more cookies than I can count, and perfected the art of scrolling through my phone while staring blankly at textbooks. The irony? I consistently pull off decent grades, which only fuels my guilt for not actually studying harder. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just coasting through, living for the moment rather than investing in my future. If graduation anxiety is real, then mine is basically a lifelong subscription.
I’m pretty sure my entire college experience has been nothing but a series of elaborate procrastination tactics disguised as "study breaks." I’ve re-watched entire seasons of shows, baked more cookies than I can count, and perfected the art of scrolling through my phone while staring blankly at textbooks. The irony? I consistently pull off decent grades, which only fuels my guilt for not actually studying harder. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just coasting through, living for the moment rather than investing in my future. If graduation anxiety is real, then mine is basically a lifelong subscription.
I never really appreciated the little things until I lost my grandmother last year. It’s funny how we take for granted the smell of coffee brewing in the morning or the sound of someone laughing in the next room. Now, every time I hear a kettle whistle, I’m reminded of her and those cozy afternoons we spent together. It’s a bittersweet realization that life’s simplest moments often carry the heavi...