Study Day

Study pad:

Study cards:
Study hair and study glasses:

Study tunes:
Study cursive:

Study toast:
Study fuel:
Study storm:
Study rain:
Study flower:

and in the end, I realized that a final for another class was due today, and I forgot to do it. So I turned it in an hour late. I suck at life sometimes. I set aside an ENTIRE day to study and work on homework, and yet I still can't get it right. I obviously don't use a planner enough, and the stress having a job and trying to be on my own is too much. I want to do it all, but instead I fail at like everything!

I know this is so depressing. I'm just down on myself. I keep messing up. I don't want to fail! I keep trying but I'm just not good enough right now! It's late, and I need to sleep. Tomorrow (today) is a big day.

And I really need to post about my dating life, because that has been interesting! But I'm not quite sure how to do it. I feel guilty that I am dating when I really should be a slave to my school work, but I have had some fantastic dates recently! I love boys!

But anyway, I'm signing off. Megan is sad and disappointed herself, but she knows things will work out in the end. Some nights are just hard.

Sleep tight, readers. Stay in school. Don't miss your finals. Don't do drugs.

Yours truly,

Meg

Stress is So Much Fun!

I got in this zone when I had a lot on my to-do list. It’s kind of an addiction or excitement. It’s the drama of having a pile of homework, and work, and dishes to do--and not quite knowing whether or not you’re going to accomplish everything before the timer rings.

I kind of enjoy this rush. No, it isn’t like stretching-out-on-a-beach, or curling-up-with-a-good-book happiness, but there’s definitely something addicting about being busy. Colleges have sure been around a long time, and they’re supported by a population of people who secretly indulge in having fun doing a myriad of stressful, time-consuming activities.

You’ll hear college students complain about being busy, and having no time, and etc. Don’t buy it. We love it. We love the uncertainty of the end result of our grades and the suspense of finals week. We adore coming home from work at nine and then studying for four hours while binging of caffeine. We love trying to be a cheap as possible, like using public bathrooms whenever possible to conserve toilet paper in the dorm. We love trying to sustain ourselves on nothing but ramen and easy mac. We love feeling confidently justified to sleep in until noon on Saturday because we partied all Friday night. We love the independence we have. We love being stressed out.

-Meg