The other day I was talking to my sister and she excitedly told me about a new stress-relieving trick her friend had told her about. I was immediately interested, I mean, it was a nifty, free stress-relieving trick - who would say no to that?!?! Anyways, our exchange went something like this:
Kiran: Are you alone?
Me: Are you going to stab me or something if I am? Because while it may technically classify as stress-be-gone, it also falls under life-be-gone and I’m not sure I’m ready to commit to that.
Kiran: No, I’m trying to make sure the assassin on the roof across from you can get a clear shot. I was just asking - can’t I ask?
Me: Okay, fine, fine.
Kiran: Now, pick a number between 1 and 25.
Me: ….
Kiran: Did you pick one?
Me: I thought I wasn’t allowed to talk?
Kiran: You aren’t. Now, multiply that number by 2.
Me: Just so you know, I didn’t sign up for a crash course in mental math. I think those skills are -
Kiran: JA -
Me: 26! 26! 26!...Please don’t hurt me…
Kiran: ….I didn’t need to know the number.
Me: Do I -
Kiran: Just, just don’t. Now, divide 26 by 3 and yes, I know it’s going to be a decimal, just deal with it.
Me: Okaaaaay.
Kiran: Multiply by 7, subtract 94, add 2 and multiply by 2 again.
Me: Are you sure about this?
Kiran: Yes. Now, close your eyes.
Me: …
Kiran: It’s dark isn’t it?
Me: ….
Kiran: *laughs like can’t breathe anymore
Me: I think I hate you a little bit right now.
The reason I’m sharing this experience, other than the fact that I realized my sister particular enjoys seeing me infuriated (what sibling doesn’t?), is because I realized that stress doesn’t simply go away. Pretty useless revelation, right? However, even though it is a generally accepted notion that stress is present for a reason and will only be diminished for a reason, people still expect a third person to show up and rid them of all their problems. It gets infuriating, really, even when you are that person who wants rescuing.
Applications, applications, applications, and look! more applications. The list is neverending and quite tiring. Even though I had been warned by many that senior year was no walk in the park, somewhere, somehow, I guess I still held on to the belief that they were exaggerating. They weren’t. Sadly.
Right now, almost all of my time is consumed writing essay after essay for colleges or scholarships and quite frankly, I am ready for it all to be over. I’m pretty sure a lot of seniors are having the same sentiments right now, but perhaps for different reasons. I do not want it all to be over because I just want to hurry up and graduate to be on my way, I want it to be over because it is time consuming - annoyingly so. I don’t mind the almost monotonous task of clicking button after button or entering grade after grade, I just hate the fact that it takes so long! The same goes for the essays - the prompts are almost always so simple that I don’t mind typing them up, but the time spent on them is just time wasted.
I think the reason for my frustration probably lies in the fact that after the application process began, I began to fall behind in my classes. I became so overwhelmed with the deadlines for the applications, that I let the deadlines for class assignments slide on by and pile up. Currently, I’m not doing so well in most of classes and am disappointed in myself since all of the assignments I have ignored are the simplest assignments, but take time - something I am quickly running out of. Needless to say, I am not a happy camper and barely getting by, while in the beginning of the semester I was practically on top of things and breezing through. Those days are sorely missed and much revered. It’s time to get back in the game.
Kiran: Are you alone?
Me: Are you going to stab me or something if I am? Because while it may technically classify as stress-be-gone, it also falls under life-be-gone and I’m not sure I’m ready to commit to that.
Kiran: No, I’m trying to make sure the assassin on the roof across from you can get a clear shot. I was just asking - can’t I ask?
Me: Okay, fine, fine.
Kiran: Now, pick a number between 1 and 25.
Me: ….
Kiran: Did you pick one?
Me: I thought I wasn’t allowed to talk?
Kiran: You aren’t. Now, multiply that number by 2.
Me: Just so you know, I didn’t sign up for a crash course in mental math. I think those skills are -
Kiran: JA -
Me: 26! 26! 26!...Please don’t hurt me…
Kiran: ….I didn’t need to know the number.
Me: Do I -
Kiran: Just, just don’t. Now, divide 26 by 3 and yes, I know it’s going to be a decimal, just deal with it.
Me: Okaaaaay.
Kiran: Multiply by 7, subtract 94, add 2 and multiply by 2 again.
Me: Are you sure about this?
Kiran: Yes. Now, close your eyes.
Me: …
Kiran: It’s dark isn’t it?
Me: ….
Kiran: *laughs like can’t breathe anymore
Me: I think I hate you a little bit right now.
The reason I’m sharing this experience, other than the fact that I realized my sister particular enjoys seeing me infuriated (what sibling doesn’t?), is because I realized that stress doesn’t simply go away. Pretty useless revelation, right? However, even though it is a generally accepted notion that stress is present for a reason and will only be diminished for a reason, people still expect a third person to show up and rid them of all their problems. It gets infuriating, really, even when you are that person who wants rescuing.
Applications, applications, applications, and look! more applications. The list is neverending and quite tiring. Even though I had been warned by many that senior year was no walk in the park, somewhere, somehow, I guess I still held on to the belief that they were exaggerating. They weren’t. Sadly.
Right now, almost all of my time is consumed writing essay after essay for colleges or scholarships and quite frankly, I am ready for it all to be over. I’m pretty sure a lot of seniors are having the same sentiments right now, but perhaps for different reasons. I do not want it all to be over because I just want to hurry up and graduate to be on my way, I want it to be over because it is time consuming - annoyingly so. I don’t mind the almost monotonous task of clicking button after button or entering grade after grade, I just hate the fact that it takes so long! The same goes for the essays - the prompts are almost always so simple that I don’t mind typing them up, but the time spent on them is just time wasted.
I think the reason for my frustration probably lies in the fact that after the application process began, I began to fall behind in my classes. I became so overwhelmed with the deadlines for the applications, that I let the deadlines for class assignments slide on by and pile up. Currently, I’m not doing so well in most of classes and am disappointed in myself since all of the assignments I have ignored are the simplest assignments, but take time - something I am quickly running out of. Needless to say, I am not a happy camper and barely getting by, while in the beginning of the semester I was practically on top of things and breezing through. Those days are sorely missed and much revered. It’s time to get back in the game.