Around 4 PM on a recent Monday, I realized that I’m definitely a real college student.
It wasn’t just a sudden acknowledgement of the five pounds of free flab I received with my registration, or the blown eardrum from the concert in the gym.
It occurred to me that my activities for the previous 24-hours included nothing more than writing a paper, playing video games, and sleeping.
It’s crunch time in my semester, and my 10-day forecast calls for papers and projects, punctuated by breaks for sanity and sleep.
The upside is that I’ve found that college life has driven my hypochondria into remission. Oh, it’s not that I’m unaffiliated; on the contrary, just in the past week, I’ve exhibited symptoms of ocular and muscular tumors, heart disease, and Bell’s Palsy, in addition to the aforementioned aural trauma. However, these days, I can do little more than shrug off or shun thoughts of medical maladies, a format that has yielded surprising results. With no time or inclination to follow up on any of these grave possibilities, the symptoms usually dissipate on their own without intervention.
College life appears, then, to be my “magic bullet” against hypochondria. Now I just need something to alleviate the side effects, lest paunch and papers become the death of me.
1 comment:
I totally understand what you mean Cindy with the lifestyle of being a college student. You go, go, go all day with classes, work schedules, homework and cramming in meals somewhere in there, then you get home, do some more homework, and then before you know it, you're exhausted and just want to watch some tv. I find myself being incapable to remember to do anything unless I write it down in my daily planner as soon as I think about it, otherwise the blur of the day and assignments and work and all that just keeps on soldiering on.
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