Let's be honest, it feels like it is the same routine every single week for a majority of college students. You go to class, do homework, study for the occasional exam, and then Thursday's come around and since Friday classes do not exist at ISU, that just means it is time for Chaser's Thursdays. By the time it is Sunday, you have gone out three times in a row, having drunk way too many vodka crans, and your stomach hates your guts.
You have hit snooze five times even though it is now time to start the week all over again. School, homework, party, repeat. It is a vicious cycle that is hard to get out of, especially in college.
However, there is still that minority group that actually does not do that and actually finds that routine draining and if I may be blunt, repulsive. Don't get me wrong, first semester, freshman year I was a wild college student going from frat house to frat house but that soon changed towards to end of the year. I really enjoyed the first semester and all the new things it had in store. New friends, experiences, memories, and so much more. I loved getting ready with my friends and sneaking water bottles of vodka into parties but one day something just clicked in me and I started to dread my friends asking me to come out. At some point, they just stopped asking.
See the thing is, I changed my major and although each major comes with its difficult times, I pulled a complete 180 on myself and decided to declare a different major that took a lot more time and discipline. At some points, I really thought I might drown in my studies. I had to work my butt off, maintain a high GPA, start looking for internships as a sophomore and manage an intense workload. I started to believe I had zero time for any free time. I had so many things to do that waking up the next morning with a hangover was not on the agenda. I started to hate the idea of being around drunk people, listening to the same music, and going back tired as ever.
I just realized that the party scene just was not for me anymore.
Soon enough, all my friends just assumed I would never go out and they never asked me to join them in anything. It was really hard. I felt like I was always having to do school work and they were always living it up. I could not find a balance. I still haven't found a balance. Now, it is second semester sophomore year and after an entire year of basically not going out, it still is not a thing I exactly put in my weekly agenda. However, if there is one thing I have been working on in 2019, it is taking the time out of my week to have fun with my friends and go out. I do not frown upon drinking or going out, my body and future just cannot handle doing it more than once a week. It is okay to not love partying. As someone who has struggled with major FOMO, trust me, you are not missing out.
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