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Last term I allowed myself to get stressed out all the time. And while this isn’t a rare thing for students knowing that uncountable numbers of other people were just as stressed as me didn’t make it any less crippling.
It was second year – so I had it in my head that it was time to grow up and be serious. I guess I took that to heart a little too much. Everything had to be done and it had to be done right. I got so controlling and worked up, all for nothing. I never had fun and got so bogged down in the stress of being a second year, it wasn’t right. The contrast between Summer term of first year and Winter term of second year was horrible. I missed the carefree days, and, for some strange reason, I seemed to think they’d gone for good.
But I’ve learnt my lesson this term. As many people say, life is all about balance. You have to work, but you have to allow yourself to have fun as well. And this term, I’ve taken that to heart instead. I now allow myself to go out once, or twice, a week. And I feel so much better for it. Sometimes it’s difficult to get yourself out of the black hole of feeling like you have to work all the time, but if you can’t pull yourself out, you’re never going to have any fun.
I thought my carefree days had gone, but I was so wrong. Yes, in second year; yes, I have to find time to make sure I’m doing all the work required. If you even miss a week’s reading, you drop behind so far. You have to realise that the days of lie-ins and not knowing where the library is, are over. Days now consist of reading, working, and definitely, attending all of your lectures if you want to stay on top.
But don’t make work your whole life. Yes, work hard, but make time for yourself. Remember how good and carefree you felt in first year and try and emanate that feeling again this year.
This term I’ve been having so much fun, I’m actually surprised it’s already week 7. I’ve been taking my degree seriously; I’ve already started my essays in for week 10. I’ve given the reading a good go as well, and I feel quite confident that I am going to do well this term (in a recent trip to the library I tried to effectively borrow the entire section relevant to my degree. Sadly, bag space was limited. But I think it would have been an achievement). But I’ve also made time to remember to enjoy the other side of university.
The best-three-years-of-your-life bit.
The eating Browns sandwiches bit.
The sitting outside of Hes Hall and relaxing bit.
The Ziggy’s bit.
University is hard, second year is hard. But you have to remember that for these three years only, you have the chance to really be you – no boundaries, no constraints. It’s a time to work hard, play hard, for you to discover what you love and what you hate.
So what we have mounting debts and mounting deadlines? Deal with it – spend less and work hard – but you can’t let the harsh reality of second year stop you from being you. No matter what anyone else thinks.
I agree, I wish people would take life less seriously sometimes.
I've found it really hard this term, struggling to emulate last year. I guess you can't be a carefree fresher forever, but you should take more time to relax and remember that that's okay - you can still have fun.
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