I’ve officially lost all of my marbles.
And not only have I just lost these marbles, but they are scattered all over my floor and I think I just rolled my ankle on one this morning.
Oh, and I’m pretty sure that my last straw finally got pulled two weeks ago.
As a full time college student who works a [redacted] amount of hours, I’ve come to the realization that it’s okay to have lost my marbles and all of my straws. It’s part of “embracing the suck,” as my boyfriend likes to remind me, and I think that my soul has made peace with that. But that certainly doesn’t mean that I have a grip.
In fact, if anyone knows where I can get one of those, let me know.
College has been a really confusing place for me — one that seems to never have a clear answer. While I’m certainly not the only person to ever struggle in college, everyone gets close to their edge at different points.
During my first semester at UNC, I had to start therapy at Counseling and Psychological Services because I got a little too close to my edge.
My sessions challenged me to think about methods that made college seem a bit more welcoming and my life a little less horrible. Aside from dropping out — which I almost did — I found a deep appreciation for music that comes at inappropriate times.
For example, when it’s pouring down rain and you are soaking wet on your way to class thinking about how much it sucks, what better song to come up on shuffle than “Escape (The Piña Colada Song)" by Rupert Holmes?