“Well, that sounds like the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, Britta… finals week is basically a royal suck fest and the sooner it is over, the better!”
Yes, some of you may very well be questioning the title of this post. I assure you I have good reason for this; please, please, let me explain…
Last night, I was holed up in the library working on my senior seminar paper. In order to make my homeworking a little more bearable, I turned on some instrumental Christmas music on Spotify. I haven’t been listening to a lot of Christmas music this year, and this was really the first time I turned it on since Continue reading “Why I’m Going to Make the Most of Finals Week”
The closer it gets to the end of the semester, the more I’ve been blogging.
I’ve posted everyday for the past four days. Seems a little excessive considering that I presented my history senior seminar on Tuesday (which went rather well) and have papers sporadically due up until the last day of finals.
My motivation has been so lackluster lately that I was up until 5 am finishing a paper last night. I easily could have been finished with this paper by midnight or even 11 had I not been distracted for about five hours.
Two years ago, as the over achieving sophomore that I was, I would have been extremely embarrassed by my obvious lack of work ethic. Now? I’m too exhausted and way too over this semester to care. I’m tired of the projects I used to get Continue reading “The Reality of Senior Year”
I’m the type of person that always needs to have a cause. If I don’t, I get bored, anxious, and get to feeling a little worthless.
This cause doesn’t have to be anything huge (say saving the world). In fact, I get more personal satisfaction out of small things that make a difference.
I hope to find a lifelong cause in a future career. Lately, I have been intent on finding that cause well, yesterday. Problem is, I have no idea what I want to do after I graduate. This has been making me rather on edge because I so desperately need to feel like I’m doing something worthwhile or my anxiety spikes; I’m terribly frightened that I’ll go home after I graduate and sit on my bum for the rest of my life. Of course, knowing me, I wont let that happen. It’s still a fear that I have (irrational fears are all too real in Britta Land).
Today, I realized that maybe my current cause should simply be figuring out who I am.
Tomorrow at this time I will be anxiously waiting to present my history senior seminar.
I will be anxiously sitting through three of my classmates’ presentations before I’m up to go.
I will be hoping, hoping, hoping that it all goes well (considering that my practice presentation was absolute shit).
I’m not going to lie, I’m getting nervous for this. Partly because I can’t just go first and get it over with. Since all five of my classmates and I present one after the other, someone has to go first, someone has to go last, and inevitably there has to be a few people in the middle. If it were up to me, I’d be up first because I tend to get more nervous when I have to sit around and wait. However, my professor decided to order presentations chronologically throughout history (as this is the history senior seminar, that makes perfect sense) and “A Man on the Fringes: Montgomery Blair and the Coming of the Civil War” fell right smack dab in the middle of that chronology.