I just finished my last exam of the semester and I feel completely...nothing. Everyone around me is celebrating like they just won the lottery, but all I can think about is how I’m drowning in student loans and wondering if my degree will even be worth it. I spent four years chasing grades, pouring every ounce of energy into my studies, only to realize that I care more about my mental health and w...
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 could go back to a time when my biggest worry was class attendance instead of deadlines. It's funny how nostalgia can twist your perspective; maybe my college days weren't as chaotic as I thought—they were the last real taste of living.
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 could go back to a time when my biggest worry was class attendance instead of deadlines. It's funny how nostalgia can twist your perspective; maybe my college days weren't as chaotic as I thought—they were the last real taste of living.
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 ...