A College All-Nighter Framed By The Five Stages Of Grief

A College All-Nighter Framed By The Five Stages Of Grief

Lord, help us all.


As my mind bounces restlessly from the fifty pounds of notes I just studied to the 4 am moon, a funny thought occurs to me.

What a college kid goes through on those sleep deprived nights filled with work is a little bit like the five stages of grief, right?

Probably not, actually, but I'll take this well-deserved nap till 9 to explore the concept.

1. Denial


As my day progressed into night and I knew the heavy workload was rapidly approaching, I couldn't help but deny the fact. I did a million things to avoid it: played on my phone, chatted with some friends, grabbed a bite to eat. Clearly in denial.

2. Anger


When I finally sat down and dove into my work, I couldn't focus. I was too locked into my emotions, and those emotions were not pleasant ones. How could my professors have assigned me this so much? How could I have let myself get so far behind? Life is so unfair.

3. Bargaining


My mind finally settled, and I was making deals with myself and the devil. If I just get to the end of this section, I can take a study break. Rewarding myself gives me the motivation to keep moving. I might be guilty of bargaining with God, as well. If you let me do well on this midterm, I promise I'll never mess up again. You know, the usual.

4. Depression


Hours into working and studying, I gave up completely. The words on the page were foreign to me, and my mind couldn't form a coherent thought. There is no more bargaining. I'm falling off the edge of this mountain I've made for myself and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

5. Acceptance


And then something funny happened in the blackness of the witching hours: I was hit by a new wave of energy. I accepted the fact that I had to get all of my work done. I made peace with not being able to see the insides of my eyelids tonight. I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. And in just a little while, I got it all done. Well...most of it.

As I write this piece, I stand at the precipice of this acceptance stage. I have a million things to do tomorrow night, and I'm okay with that. Maybe I'm overdramatizing this whole concept, but if you don't lose your mind a little when you're pulling an all-nighter, are you even doing it right?

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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Don't Be Afraid of Changing Your College Plan

It really isn't THAT bad...


I can't claim to have any deep wisdom on life, but I at least have some good experience with a highly turbulent college career. I started as a game design major in a tech college in Rochester, NY, transferred to a college in Texas, and now I'm an English major at CofC.

My college life has been something of a roller coaster.

But I regret none of it. Maybe it would have been easier to stick to the track I was on initially, but I would never have been fully satisfied with it. Now I've finally found my place and, even though it may have taken a lot of shifting around, it was undoubtedly worthwhile.

I don't mean to say that everyone who is slightly dissatisfied with their major should transfer all over the country and change their major(I had to sacrifice the ability to get a minor because of the path I took, so I wouldn't recommend it to most people). I just believe that if you find yourself not liking the classes that are vital to your major or if you can't find a place at your current college, then changing your major or transferring isn't as horrible as you might imagine.

When I started college I was completely confident in what I wanted to do and what my future would look like. I thought it would be ridiculous for someone to stray from their initial path. That idea led to me deciding to transfer later than was smart.

I think everyone should know that having to change your plans for the future, sometimes in dramatic ways, isn't a bad thing. No matter how scary transferring and changing majors can seem, many people have done it before you and many will after, you aren't alone.

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