I’ve only been here for about 4 weeks and my brain already hates myself for it. I do this thing at the beginning of every semester where I think my abilities to conquer anything and everything are paralleled to that of a superhero. Take on a full load of classes and an internship? Sure, why not?! Teach meditation Monday mornings, play soccer Thursday nights, and try to maintain a social life? Sleep is for the weak!!! Get all of my school work done and study for exams? It’s time for senioritis to creep in like the plague!
So, here we are, sitting in my kitchen writing. Not a bad way to procrastinate, but definitely not what I need to be doing. Honestly, I’ve been having a bit of a difficulty lately finding the time to post. What do these bloggers who post almost everyday do for a living?! Unless it is what they do for a living… If not, I’m convinced they don’t sleep or are taking high doses of Adderall. My brain is such a mashed potato right now that I don’t even know if I spelled that right.
Sometimes I wonder if it can be healthy for college students to be this stressed out. How good can it be for us to eat ramen and get four hours of sleep when studying for an exam? It’s not a stereotype, that’s what we actually do. And don’t get me started on the freshman 15. I was a fluffy marshmallow for a while there. I was, and still am, and avid stress eater. If you mention a Wendy’s 4 for 4 (if you don’t know what that is we can’t be friends), I’ll be outside starting up the car before you can even finish the sentence. Shouldn’t have said that. I’m craving Wendy’s now.
Really, I shouldn’t complain. Not everyone has the opportunity to go to college and I’m very lucky to be in this position. Yes, my brain is fried and my blood stream is being fueled by a caffeinated IV drip. No, I won’t sacrifice a commitment because I’m stubborn as an ox. But I only have a semester and a half of school left in my life, and, when it comes down to it, I actually love eating mashed potatoes. Just not being one.