I spent most of my freshman year convinced that the secret to success was finding the perfect study group. Spoiler: it wasn’t. Instead, I ended up in a circle of “friends” who treated study time like an excuse to scroll TikTok while I panicked about my midterms. Now, as a senior, I realize that half the battle was just learning to prioritize my own sanity over group dynamics. Who knew the best stu...
I honestly think my professors might be more lost than us sometimes. The other day in class, my sociology prof spent 20 minutes reading a random article from 2013, completely forgetting what we were actually supposed to cover. Meanwhile, I’m drowning in student loans and can’t even remember what I had for breakfast last week. The pressure to pick a “useful” major feels like a game of roulette, and...
I still remember sitting in my dorm room the night before finals, surrounded by piles of notes and textbooks. Instead of studying, I found myself scrolling through social media and binge-watching a show I'd already seen three times. The anxiety was overwhelming, but in that moment, it felt more comforting than the thought of failing. Now, as graduation approaches, I can't help but think about how many nights I wasted worrying about grades rather than actually enjoying my time in college. The irony is that those silly moments of procrastination often made the best memories. Who knew Netflix and a bag of chips could lead to such clarity?
I still remember sitting in my dorm room the night before finals, surrounded by piles of notes and textbooks. Instead of studying, I found myself scrolling through social media and binge-watching a show I'd already seen three times. The anxiety was overwhelming, but in that moment, it felt more comforting than the thought of failing. Now, as graduation approaches, I can't help but think about how many nights I wasted worrying about grades rather than actually enjoying my time in college. The irony is that those silly moments of procrastination often made the best memories. Who knew Netflix and a bag of chips could lead to such clarity?
I always thought college would be this magical experience filled with unforgettable moments, but honestly, it's just a whirlwind of late-night cramming, instant ramen, and wondering if I should switch my major for the third time. I had this one professor who always claimed that grades don’t define our worth, yet here I am, panicking over a C+ like it’s the end of the world. It's wild to think we’r...