Blog Post #1

There are two types of people: people who are excited to go back to school, and people who are like me, who cringe at the very thought of setting foot in the campus bookstore let alone actually opening a textbook or going to lecture. But I wasn’t always like this. I used to be SO excited to go back to school. Back to school shopping was my christmas (lame, I know). I used to get all the pretty stationary and then spread it out on the living room floor and sort through them. Now I don’t even want to pick up a pencil. A part of me thinks it’s because I’m just not lame anymore but a part of me is sad that I’ve become so jaded that what once brought me such joy brings me intense anxiety and anger. All these feelings left me thinking – how exactly did I get here?

University hasn’t been an easy experience for me. There have been A LOT and I mean A LOT of challenges. I had a certain amount of stress budgeted for this entire 4-year degree and I burned through it by the middle of second year. I think needless to say, I’ve experienced a lot of frustration with school. I haven’t always done as well as I wanted too, I haven’t met all the goals I set out to meet, and I sure haven’t accomplished everything I wanted to. This feeling of coming up short is especially frustrating for me because I can’t help thinking “you set these goals, why haven’t you met them yet”; you are your toughest critic after all.