“So have you been blogging lately?”
“Where have you been?”
“Do you not blog anymore?”
“You still have a blog right? I feel like it got deleted or something. Just saying.”
“Are you that busy nowadays?”
“May I please have the address of the rock you’ve been living under for the last millennium, please? I never see you”
“Do you even exist anymore…?”
These are only a few of the many questions I have been receiving upon my arrival back to the good ‘ole STL. Despite the offence I had taken to the last question as well as the fact that WordPress.com recently congratulated me on my one year “Bloggerversary” (I just made up that word…), I’d like to confirm that I indeed exist as a human being, and not some supernatural or otherwise beyond-this-world-force that others would be subject to believe considering the fact that I have taken it upon myself to blog on this dark and dreary skied Wednesday of September which has already snuck upon us in the wake of the new school year. In truth, I must admit, I have been rather busier than usual since the school year. I can already imagine that those who were formerly second years or are in the same shoes as myself are doing nothing but rolling their eyes and sighing in dismay because they have no choice but to reluctantly agree as they can relate to my situation. Considering the fact that I have hit an unfortunate Writers Block and don’t exactly find any good reason to rant about it again as I did in a previous blog post, I thought I’d go cliché this time and get my blogging powers back by ranting about something better: the life of a second year, from the perspective of yours truly. And so, without further ado, I’d like to give you the following list:
The Perks And Not-So-Perks Of Being A Second Year….
1. It’s quite lonely.
This year, I had decided once again that I couldn’t part with my beloved Res Hall and thought I’d go for round two. Needless to say, many of my classmates didn’t exactly feel the same way as myself and proceeded to live a more legitimately adult life by getting an apartment off campus. While the suites provide me with an introvert-esque escape when I do not feel like interacting with the rest of humanity, lucky for me, I was fortunate enough to have a floor with fellow second years and suitemates that keep my sanity in check. (S/O to Kristin, Ayesha, and Betsy, by the way!)
2. Organic Chemistry Has Taken My Soul
Just thinking about the wrath of Organic Chemistry is enough to make you think you’ve been casted on a redo of Les Miserables. OR really just any movie that makes you grab at least ten boxes of Kleenexes for the next few weeks. OR in this case, the rest of the year. You see, Organic chemistry is analogous to the devil being in possession of your soul. It’s an enslavement that leaves you feeling lifeless, as if a million dementors (*Harry Potter Reference*) literally did suck your your happiness, locked it up in a box, and decided they would keep it for the rest of the year. See you in May, my dear soul. Until the school year do us part then, I guess I have no choice but to wither away in my cave. *Escapes back under introvert rock as she completes class activities and daily quizzes due by midnight*
3. My Bed Is My Best Friend.
Although nothing will ultimately beat home, nothing will ever compare to the feeling one gets when has the opportunity to catch some Zee’s and get whisked off to dreamland where neither pharmacy school nor Organic Chemistry exists. Sigh. To be there eternally….
4. I’m just busier, I guess.
It’s indescribable. It’s not the workload, nor the stress. It’s just being a second year that has made my schedule all the more busier; it has been the reason my Friday Nights are not as enjoyable. It’s just being a second year that has made my planner all the more filled with due dates and more due dates; it’s the reason I long for trips to dreamland whenever I have the chance.
of my Writer’s Block I will continue to strive to provide you with entertaining blog posts that will hopefully take away your academic sorrow. I will make my utmost effort to blog twice a week despite the workload and other duties that call.
Until my next post,