Blogmas Day 2: We're All Stressed Here

Hello, everybody! I hope you're having a good afternoon--I'm currently using this blog as an excuse to keep skirting away from that Philosophy essay I mentioned yesterday, which I haven't officially started to be honest. For those of you more astute, you may remember that the paper in question is for Hot Professor's class, who in addition to being my inappropriate faculty crush is also a really harsh grader. It makes sense that he would have high standards for his upper-level students, but he should understand that I only took the class because of how cute he is and throw me a bone. Like come ON, what is the deal with our modern education system, am I right? Anyway, last week I wrote an outline for the essay only to receive his feedback that, in simplest terms, basically says, "You have to rework this entire thing. Good luck!" Needless to say I'm a bit stumped and don't know where to start. It's due in two days and just the thought of the looming deadline is stressing me out.

That's kind of what I wanted to talk about today though: why do we feel like our stress is unique? Why do we--namely college students--trick ourselves into believing we're the busiest and most overwhelmed person in our cohort? Especially during the end of the semester, I'm puzzled by this. Every day I hear people informing anyone who will listen about how stressed out they are by making it seem like they're having some sort of novelty experience. As if they're the only person stressed out by their workload. I kind of get it though: venting about being stressed relieves stress for some reason. So I'm totally okay with venting. What I'm not on board with, though, is the competitive nature of stress. For example, last night I overheard two of my residents (because if you forgot, I'm an RA) bickering about who has a worse exam schedule.

"I literally have an 8 AM final and then a 10 AM final on Monday," one girl said.

"At least you get them over with, I have morning finals every single day next week," replied her roommate.

"Suck my ass"--yes, she ACTUALLY said that; people outside of Vine apparently say that nowadays--"at least you don't have a group project to do."

Honestly though, who cares? We are all stressed, no one is skipping through meadows without a care in the world. I think it's perfectly fine to vent, in fact I encourage it, but when it turns into a Battle of the Misery that's where I draw the line. We shouldn't be using our stress to compete with one another: if anything we should use our stress to bond with one another and be overwhelmed together. Instead of "I promise I'm way more stressed and overwhelmed than you," we should aim for an attitude that more closely resembles, "Hey are you stressed? Same. Let's go to Starbucks and study together. I'll quiz you on your vocabulary terms if you proofread my essay."

Anyway, those are just my two cents. I won't keep you for long, because as aforementioned, we all have a lot of work to do. I'll get back to that essay (okay, let's get real, I'll start that essay) and you get back to whatever I'm preventing you from doing. I hope you're having a great Tuesday and you have an even better Wednesday! Keep your head up. I kind of like how I left you with a quote yesterday, so I'll do that again. Maybe that'll be the constant that links all of Blogmas together.

“So when you're cold
From the inside out
And don't know what to do,
Remember love and friendship, 
And warmth will come to you.” 

-Stephen Cosgrove



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