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 ...
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’re all just one bad exam away from a mental breakdown, yet we’re supposed to navigate these years like it’s a walk in the park. Sometimes, I wonder if anyone actually has it all figured out, or if we're all just pretending as we post photos of our “perfect” campus life.
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’re all just one bad exam away from a mental breakdown, yet we’re supposed to navigate these years like it’s a walk in the park. Sometimes, I wonder if anyone actually has it all figured out, or if we're all just pretending as we post photos of our “perfect” campus life.
I never thought I'd miss the chaos of dorm life, but here I am, two years post-grad, reminiscing about nights spent cramming with my roommates over instant ramen and questionable takeout. It's wild how those late-night conversations about life, existential dread, and our dreams felt like the real education. Now, I sit at my desk in silence, staring at my student loan bills, wishing I could go back...