Ah. The lovely sense of completion when you turn in your last project/finish your last final/have no more academic responsibilities for a semester.
That sense of completion is immediately followed by consternation about what to do next. I have some ideas for you. Continue reading
You might have noticed I’ve been gone for a few weeks. Or you might not have. Heartless readers.
Reason for absence, short version: I had to find and take a 3-credit class in 2 weeks. As in, finishing my bachelor’s degree and starting my master’s degree and having a job at my university depended upon me doing this. Scary stuff.
And pretty much everyone told me it was impossible. But today, exactly 10 days after starting the coursework, I took my final and passed the class.
Your impossible thing might not be classwork. But I pulled a few principles from my experience that I think are far-reaching. Here you go!
How to Do Something Impossible
[republished from 2 years ago. still accurate]
College is a stressful enough change for anyone, but for an introvert, it is particularly harrowing. There are hundreds of new people to meet and interact with, not to mention nowhere quiet to hide. Social interaction becomes a necessary part of almost every moment of the day, an exhausting condition for people who thrive on some amount of solitude. It might be different for everyone, but for me, losing the haven of my quiet room was the hardest. After hours of dealing with people, I could only retreat to…a building with a few hundred more people. And 3 of them in “my” room. After having survived three years of college, here are my tips for introverts at college.
1. Pick one place of solitude. For me, it was my bed. I had heavy-duty curtains and I often made use of them to block out my roommates and the entire rest of the world. I am seriously in love with my bed at school.
2. Limit your social interaction. Regardless of anyone’s expectations or pressures, take the time and space you need. There’s no point in going out for the night if you will Continue reading
(If I’m melodramatic today, I blame Chateaubriand. #EnglishMajorProbs)
Me (minus some hair)
As if life wasn’t cruel enough, my internship supervisor made me write a blog post about why sleep is important. Me. A college student. An over-achieving college student. Yeah, not cool.
Anyway, I did all this research (translation: I googled it and read blog posts) and found out that sleep deprivation is horrible. Like, kill you horrible. Great. So I’m super productive, but probably dying sooner. Oh, and probably not that productive–it’s proven to ruin grades and athletic performance. Continue reading
(Ok, that’s a little tongue in cheek. But I’ve never seen one of these lists from a university.)
College takes a long time. Most bachelor’s degrees run 4-5 years, and if you want a master’s or doctorate, plan for 6-10 years. That’s a huge chunk of time. (I realize there are shorter degrees and special programs, but these are fairly normal numbers.) In that time, a college student is likely not settled into a permanent dwelling (most live in dorms or shared apartments), probably isn’t working a career job, and may have relationships on hold (depending on distance, money, and the possibility of distraction from studies.) Of course, I am generalizing here, but bear with me.
What are the benefits of finishing early?
Also, long titles have a long and glorious history, so don’t judge.
Seriously though, why read children’s literature? Why does a college student check books out of the children’s section of her local library? Continue reading
Today, if I were home, I would have coaxed my little sister outside. We would have toted food and books onto the sunny grass, sternly warned our puppy dog away from our lunch, and laid out in the sun as long as it took our parents to realize we should be doing school. For the two springs that we knew about national poetry month, we used it as a good excuse to spend our lunch breaks outside, leisurely eating, talking, and reading poems. We sampled from Garrison Keillor’s Good Poems and selections of Frost and Keats. Just last week I read “This Is Just To Say” by William Carlos Williams for a class – Mr. Keillor introduced me to that one. In my Creative Writing class, we’re finishing up a unit on poetry. Our reading included two chapters of poems….it was a joy to immerse myself the images, sounds, and deep thoughts. In the course of the last few weeks I’ve read authors from T. S Eliot to Langston Hughes and back again (yes, even some Tolkien). But I didn’t get to read them outside, on the grass, soaking up the sun, laughing at my little sister, and throwing food to my dog. College has its drawbacks.
What you should take from my rambling is that I’m happy for spring, I miss my little sister, and I appreciate poetry. There, I rolled all the relevant holidays into one incoherently college-fogged post. Aren’t you impressed?
In 3rd grade, my family moved to a new homeschool group. It wasn’t very big, but there was one family with two boys who were close to my age. One was a year and a half older than me, the other a year younger. Slowly but surely, our families became closer and closer. We went on field trips together. Had art classes together. Played tennis together. They joined our church. At some point, inevitably, I developed a crush on the older boy. Continue reading
Literally the most difficult thing about college is not knowing where I belong. I am split between home and school, without being in a place where I can actually start my own home. It’s painful. Wherever I am, I always miss the other.
But the sense of not belonging actually started long before college. I have lived my whole life in the (deep) South. I love it here. I intend to never live anywhere else (except possibly France). But I do not belong here. Continue reading
Actually, the title is inaccurate. This guide also works for the weeks approaching finals.
1. Check out 5 or 6 books from the library. Fiction only, and nothing that will ever appear on your syllabi.
2. Play endless levels of *insert game here* Continue reading