So, here we are: almost at the end of my first semester junior year here at West Virginia University.
If there's anything new that I've learned since entering college, it's to never give up. Because once you fall, it will be hard to get back up again. We all struggle at one point or another, and I feel that college has allowed some of us to be brought down a peg or two.
With this in mind, college has become a conduit to instill humility to those of us who may need it the most. For example, if you ever see someone setting themselves up for failure, then you should reach out and help them. We may not know at the time what may have happened, but it would be futile to look at all the "what if"s. Every now and then, we may see ourselves having our own ups and downs, but, I guess, life is full of challenges that we must be able to overcome to see what tomorrow may have in store for us.
And now we're here. I have one final exam left to go until I am officially finished with this semester. I have come to notice that despite the challenges I faced in both my personal life and academic life, my anxiety has spiked only a few times over the course of these past few months. I've been surprisingly stress-free when dealing with hardships, which is rare and rather unsettling.
Despite my anxiety, I've found a sense of calm in moments where I usually would let my emotions get the better of me. Perhaps it's a newfound lack of care towards things that used to affect me so much more. This is arguably both a good and bad change. We need a healthy balance of eustress and distress, but for most college students that is an unattainable ideal because distress highly outweighs any sort of 'good' stress. It's been quite a while since I've experienced 'good' stress and for that, I truly cannot wait for the impending break to start, no matter how short.