Is it just me, or does everyone else feel like their professors are secretly judging us on our life choices? I mean, they talk about their glorious academic journeys like we’re all supposed to follow that same path, but half the time I’m just trying to figure out how to pay rent while studying for finals. And can we talk about the absurdity of having to take out loans to be $50,000 in debt just to...
I think we need to talk about the absurdity of cram sessions the night before an exam. It’s like we convince ourselves that sleep is optional, and suddenly, a whole semester's worth of knowledge is supposed to fit in our brains during an all-nighter fueled by instant noodles and caffeine. But honestly, isn’t it fascinating how we go into those exams convinced we’ve retained nothing, only to surpri...
I spent four years in college chasing after a degree that sounded impressive on paper, but in reality, I never really enjoyed the subject. I just wanted to make my parents proud and avoid student loans, which only added to the pressure. Now that I’m graduating in a month, I find myself more anxious about finding a job I actually care about than I am about the ceremony itself. I wish I had the courage to follow my passion instead of what was “practical.” It’s funny how we’re told to take the safe route when the real world doesn’t even have a clear map.
I spent four years in college chasing after a degree that sounded impressive on paper, but in reality, I never really enjoyed the subject. I just wanted to make my parents proud and avoid student loans, which only added to the pressure. Now that I’m graduating in a month, I find myself more anxious about finding a job I actually care about than I am about the ceremony itself. I wish I had the courage to follow my passion instead of what was “practical.” It’s funny how we’re told to take the safe route when the real world doesn’t even have a clear map.
Is it just me, or does every professor have a completely different definition of "study guide"? One swears by them, practically handing out a roadmap for the exam, while another leaves you to decipher their cryptic lecture notes alone in a dimly lit dorm room. And don't even get me started on the fact that I just spent half my last student loan on ramen and coffee to fuel all-nighters for classes ...