By: Jacqueline Stafford
Okay, so staying in school seems like a way better option compared to actually having to grow-up, right? I mean, you don’t have to worry about getting a 9 to 5 job, bills, paying off school loans, and all that jazz.
Then, all of a sudden school is back in session, and you forgot how much you just can’t even deal. The paper’s, readings, group projects, tests, and in class assignments are thrown at you like a pile of bricks. Before you know it your social life is close to nonexistent, and all you want to do in your free time is sleep.
Now don't get me wrong, higher education is a mandatory means of necessity. I’m also extremely thankful to even be able to afford an education. Even so, Adam Sandler gives a perfect example of my mixed emotions of going back to school.
The first day jitters are never a fun thing. You have to worry about finding your classes. Hoping at least one of your friends is going to be in your class. Picking the right seat to sit in, because that will most likely be your unofficial assigned seat for the rest of the semester. You have to deal with the first day awkward introductions. Which is something along the lines of standing in front of the class, and giving your name where your from, and something interesting about yourself. Okay, something interesting about myself is that I really hate doing these nonsensical embarrassing introductions just to kill time on the first day of class. Hoping you don’t have one of those professors who thinks their class is the only important thing going on in your life at the moment. All of this so we can basically get that degree, and maybe start supporting ourselves financially instead of our parents.
The first week I go ham on everything I do. I give 110% on all the assignments. If a paper is only supposed to be 3 pages I write 5. Basically, I kill it the first month of school. Then real life slaps me across the face.
After a few weeks I feel overwhelmed with lists of things I have to do. Even when I think I'm on top of things there's that one day you show up to class completely unaware that you have a 15 page paper due that day, or something like that. You totally thought you had plenty of time to work on it. When you tell your professor he/she thinks you're the biggest slacker, and makes you feel like a failure at life.
This is, of course, the one time when your professor calls you out in front of the class fully aware you’re not prepared (due to you trying to hide behind computer or book). As if, they can’t see my face they won’t know I’m here. It's like an infant playing a game of peek-a-boo except in this situation you are sitting there terrified instead of amused. You give a stupid answer and the whole class gets a good laugh of how moronic you actually are.
The classes that you thought you would love turn out to be the ones you end up dreading the most. Even thinking about going to class causes you physical pain.
Before you know it finals are here. There is no other way to deal with final exams besides locking yourself in your room and avoiding all human contact. You manage your time between studying, bathroom breaks, snaking on junk food, and coffee breaks as a means of fuel to keep you going. After a sleepless, caffeine induced week you become legit delusional from sleep-deprevation and malnourishment.
When you go home for the holiday break you cry to your parents that your never going back to school again. You give them plenty of rational explanations of reasons not to go back, and examples of people who have done just fine without graduating from college. You end up coming around after having a few weeks of just relaxing and some home cooked food. By the end of break your actually ready to go back to school just to get away from the parental units.
After all the weeks of agonizing, of wanting to just give up, when the time finally comes to graduate you should be proud of yourself. We have all felt this way. Even if you beat Van Wilders record of oldest undergraduate it doesn't matter. You did it, and who cares how long it took you. Because by the time you do graduate all you'll think is I wish I was back in school.