Saying Goodbye To Life As I Know It (My Social Life That Is)

Drowning Minus the Water Part

The last time I was here, I wrote about my worries of sophomore year and the possibility of me failing, yada yada yada. Well that was a few weeks ago, so let me enlighten everyone with a quick update:

I. Am. Drowning.

In high school, I was very good at balancing my social life and my academic life. I would casually hang out with my friends after classes and after school we would all head to Starbucks and study/gossip, all while still achieving some pretty decent grades. Well I learned last year that you can’t really do that in college. In order to actually succeed, I literally have to isolate myself from the rest of humanity. For the past week I have basically lived in the Nursing and Human Physiology building, spending at least five hours in the basement everyday trying to study and understand the material. By the time I leave it’s the dead of night and I either have to travel clear across campus to get home or make an awkward phone call to campus security to give me a ride. My backpack is never light, my back is always aching, and every time I do something that doesn’t involve my nose in a book, there is an overwhelming sense of guilt that floods my subconscious. And by the time the weekend comes along, I spend the day time making my brain cells work their asses off and spend the night time killing them off with every chug of my Svedka/Coke concoction that I consume.

And the worst part of it all? It’s only week three.

When you’re in college, are studying a difficult major, and have a sever case of FOMO, your priorities aren’t always straight. One minute you’re on the grind and learning about the different types of epithelial tissues and the next minute, you get a text a guy you’ve been low key talking to and suddenly your mind goes to mush and you lose your train of thought.

The theme for this semester is to grind, grind, grind. But I am also human: I crave social interactions and creating fond memories, and the idea of the majority of this semester being spent nose deep in my physics textbook doesn’t sound the most appealing to me.

My mom always told me that when you’re studying what I’m studying, you can not have everything: you always have to make sacrifices. But why is that? Why am I subjected to choose one thing and not have everything?

Well, until I find away to balance academics and social interactions, I am forced to rant about it on my stupid little blog.

Hopefully by the time I post again, something marvelous would have happened so that I can actually not be so gloomy and existential.

Fingers crossed.

First Day of Sophomore: Overwhelming to Say the Least

The First Day of Literally the Hardest Year of My College Career

Well today was the day: the first day of sophomore year. I know my activity on this website has been pretty low, but I honestly do believe that I should be documenting the most pinnacle moments in my life, and boy was this one of them. I woke up almost two hours before my class, wore an actual dress with heels, my eyebrows actually made an appearance, and my overall confidence was through the roof. “I’m going to make sophomore year my bitch” was a phrase that would be ingrained in my subconscious over and over and over again. So when I arrived at my first class of the day, a statistics class with a focus in human physiology (my major), my confidence was absolutely through the roof.

After that class, a pointless physics lab, and studying for almost three hours in the basement of our main building, I began to comprehend what this year actually was. This was the drop period: the moment where almost fifty percent of my major class would switch majors because the classes and work load was too much for them. And realizing that absolutely shook my confidence to the CORE! Those self-empowering thoughts I had in the morning soon turned into thoughts of despair. “I can’t do this”, “You’re not smart enough for this major”, “Just quit now while you’re ahead”, “You’re going to crash and burn”. These thoughts were louder than screams, louder than thunder and lightening, louder than explosions five feet away from you. They were so loud that it would affect me physically, sending shivers down my spine and making me almost want to faint.

All of these thoughts, and I’ve literally only had two classes today.

My goals are pretty set: I want to help people. I know I have hands that were meant to heal. But sometimes I wonder why that one simple goal felt eons and eons away. ¬†People are telling me not to worry, that these are the least of your problems, that I’m young and don’t know what it means for life to be hard for me. Sure, life will get harder for me, as it will for any human being, but I am living in the now; not the past, not the distant future, but NOW. And to be completely honest, I’m fucking terrified. I know I have people to back me up: my family who I love, my friends who I confide in, my advisor who encourages me to never give up. I have all these crutches for if I do end up falling, but that doesn’t make that terrible feeling inside you go away.

I’m honestly praying to whoever/whatever is in the sky playin games up there that I’m worrying for nothing; that everything is just a simple delusion in my way-too-psyched-out-mind.

My college years are supposed to be the best years of my life. I should be making mistakes, going to parties, hopelessly falling in love with random upper class boys only to have my heart broken a week later. Yet I’m afraid that most of it will be spent stressing out, having anxiety attacks, and wanting to give up when things get tough.

I honestly hate to say it, but only time will tell what will happen to me this school year.

A solid school year goal: too not fall apart.

Summer After High School vs. Summer After College: A Huge Fucking Different

The Relief of Summer

As of today, I officially have a month left until I have to return to my bittersweet experience that is college. I think if I could describe this summer in one word, I think that word would be “clarity”. This summer has honestly made me realize what I need in order to be happy and who I need in order for me to stay…well, me. Being at home for this long has definitely been the best for me, but I am honestly so ready for me to head back to Spokane.

Same Summer, Different Experiences

The summer after high school and the summer after my first year of college have honestly been so drastically different. The summer after high school was honestly just a time to spend time with your classmates that you were already seeing every day before. You were seeing the same people that you saw in your classes previously, and if you wanted to see other people, you at least knew they were in a thirty minute range of you. But after going to a different college than your close high school comrades, by the time you see them in the summer, whether it is subtle or not, you notice a slight growth or change in that person. You don’t know what might’ve caused it, nor do you know the experiences that they have went through. But either way, you notice it, and the change is noticeable enough to completely change the way you guys interact. Sure, you could still be the greatest of friends and get back to where you left off, but there is still this itching feeling inside of you that wonders if they’re telling you everything. There are even some people that you rarely see anymore, completely changing the way you guys interact. It’s an eerie feeling that you sometimes can’t shake off.

What I have learned after my first year of college is that high school friends are completely different than high school friends. With high school friends, you see them every day, hang out with them every day, and have a sleepover here and there to strengthen bonds. But with college friends, you are literally living with them. They literally see you at your best and worst moments and are there for you as soon as you send the SOS text. Even now, as I am in my bed writing this, I yearn to be with my college family so much. Facetiming and texting can only do so much these days that the day I have to go back to school is a day.

I think the one thing that everyone has in common is that we’re all growing up. These different experiences we face, both at home and in college, are steps to making us the person we were meant to be in life. As someone who doesn’t know if they believe in God but still believes in the idea of fate (I don’t know how this makes sense. It just DOES), I do believe that the people we interact with were meant to interact with us and are stepping stones to who we were meant to be. Summer vacation is just a way for us to grow up without the stressors that school can provide.

So as I begin to bid my summer vacation farewell, I await the growth all of my beautiful friends will obtain during the next obstacle in their life: sophomore year.