In precisely five days, Southern Connecticut State University will commence its spring semester. And every time before classes start, my anxiety sets in. Today, I was in a funk. I was hyper-sensitive and took a nap in the middle of the day, which is uncharacteristic of me (at least the napping part). I couldn’t put my finger on the mood, and then I realized: Back to school angst. Usually, I see it coming, but this time was different. I’m excited to move back in with my friends and our new roommate, Jay, and I’ve been handling my winter class pretty smoothly, so it’s not a fear of being back in the classroom.
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| One semester as an English major. With a pile like this, wouldn't you freak out a little too?! |
I guess it’s just the change—like the universe shifts or something. Okay, maybe I’m dramatizing a little, but every year is a new schedule and a new routine. You get used to the minimal-worries of living at home, and BAM, they pile you with stress. I find the first few weeks are the hardest (with the exception of a few syllabus days). You have to get used to how each professor grades, figure out which reading needs to be in depth and which can be skimmed over, decide where to sit, which breaks to stay for and which ones to hike home on. It’s intimidating! Once I can break into a routine, the work’s easy, but getting into the rhythm of things is tough. So every pre-semester, I sink into the funk. This time, I’m coping by focusing on the positives—moving back into the apartment, seeing my school friends, and just living in New Haven.
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| Typing my blog as my stack of books looms in the background. |
Love,
Annie
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