Before starting at Lycoming, my friend insisted that I read my horoscope. I am nowhere near superstitious, but I do love fortune cookies and seeing what I have in store. As an Aries, I was told two things: my future endeavors will drench me in high energy and zest while any stress or anxiety I have will be shrunken to manageable levels. Since there’s a whole study behind horoscopes, I believed that reading my horoscope wasn’t a waste of time and would prove true. I mean scientists and astronomers base horoscopes off astrology, astronomy, and math with expensive technology. There has to be some truth in what readings of the future hold? Right?
I greatly doubted the rigor and needed ethics of college. I pranced into biology class with a truckload of energy and enthusiasm for the class. After finishing the first exam, I was so burned out that a sloth could out-race me. I wasn’t drenched in energy, I was drained of it. Twenty-page chapters of the Biology textbook turned into late night library adventures and the extravagant spending of flex dollars at Jacks. I am currently about 50% away from proving the Freshman-15 phenomenon true. Some of the pounds come from $2.50 cheese fries and $4.25 Oreo shakes from Jacks, whereas the others come from stress. Stress equals fat. Fat equals jelly rolls as I sit down at my cluttered desk to do homework or write this blog. I am pretty sure the “manageable levels of stress” part of the horoscope was also a lie. Needless to say, I no longer believe in horoscopes.
From my first day of freshman orientation to now, I learned one very important thing. At first, I thought college was, as the hipsters say, “slight-work”; in short, it means easy with little to no work required. Now I realize that college is nowhere near slight work, it’s hard work. The methods that got me through high school aren’t going to justify my hard work and polish whatever grade into an A. I may have earned a high school diploma through procrastination, but I now know that the same behavior won’t get me into med school or perhaps even graduate. My experience has taught me that even if I get the work done by procrastinating, I won’t learn anything.
With nothing else to blame, I blame procrastinating for feeling overwhelmed and stressed. I look towards my RA, Josh, who plays 3 sports, works at Red Lobster, runs clubs, helps the school, and does all of his homework. Did I mention he’s also an RA? Here I am with only 4 classes burned out. Every experience is a learning experience and what I learned from my Lyco experience so far is that college is about how much effort you put in. If I procrastinate, I will be disorganized, stressed, and possibly fat. Most importantly, I won’t be able to reach my goals