How You Know That It's The Hardest Part Of The Semester

How You Know That It's The Hardest Part Of The Semester

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There is undoubtedly one part of the semester that challenges college students the most. You might think that it’s finals week. I mean, that is hard, but I don’t know about it being the hardest. In my opinion, this award goes to the "lull." Often, the lull sneaks up on us and, before we know it, we’re sitting in the library and staring at a computer screen full of things to do, unable to justify doing a single thing. Here’s a convenient list to help you be sure that you’re in the middle of the lull and not just being lazy, because it can be hard to be certain.


1. You have no impending exam swinging over your head like an axe held by a piece of dental floss.

There’s an exam. There’s always an exam. Now, however, there’s enough time until the exam that you’re not in full-on panic mode. There is not so much time that you can afford even one day of not looking over the material, but there's enough that you spend several hours per day convincing yourself of the idea that there is enough time. In fact, you could spend that amount of time studying and you’d probably be fine.


2. I would say that you’d know because you get sick, but we all know that you only get sick during the times when you cannot afford to get sick.

Here’s a real sign: You get further in your current favorite Netflix series than you could have ever dreamt of doing in such a short period of time. There is a point of no return after which that season must be finished and this probably cuts into your study time. Just erase that budgeted study time from your planner and rewrite it in tomorrow’s box.


3. While we’re on the subject, you have erased and rewritten so many tasks in your planner that you can barely read what’s currently written.

At this point, you deserve a high-five for still keeping up with your planner. Even if you destroy the evidence of any planned productivity, you still know about it and it hurts you.


4. You find any excuse that you can to avoid being productive.

Do you have a yoga class? Do you have an ENO date? Do you want Starbucks? Is there a meeting of club that you’ve never heard of in a building that you’ve never heard of during your most important mandatory class? Before you know it, it’s 11:00 at night and you’ve accomplished exactly 28 percent of what you needed to have done by this time, but your life is enriched, right?


5. Even the smallest distraction seems like a sign from a higher power that you can take a few minutes off.

There’s another photo series about Trump’s hairpiece? Is your room is dirty? Do you need a new pair of shoes? While you’re at it, this seems like a good time to make your birthday list. Ten months will go by before you know it. There’s a dog on campus? Actually, that’s an excusable distraction.


So, now you know how to be certain that you’re in the torturous period known as the lull. I wish you all the best. You can do it. Soon enough, when you’re lying on the beach, you’ll forget that you ever had to suffer through this. At least, I hope that's the case. Good luck, friend.

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8 Reasons Why My Dad Is the Most Important Man In My Life

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Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.


7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

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An Incurable Disease Doesn't Change The Love I Have For You

Because one day the one you love the most is fine and the next day they're not, it causes devastation you never truly recover from.

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Loving someone with an incurable disease is the most emotionally straining thing I have ever experienced.

My significant other and I have been together for almost six years. During the summer of 2018, we all noticed the significant changes he was going through. He had lost around fifty pounds and had a lack of appetite. We had figured something was going on, however, we didn't realize it was anything serious.

Fast forward to the Fall semester of 2018. I had visited my boyfriend and we had expressed certain concerns, such as, through the night I would try and get him to stop uncontrollably itching his legs to the point of bleeding, or that he was looking a little yellow and was exhausted all the time. After seeing his sister in November, while I was at school, she pleaded with him to go to urgent care because he did not look good. He was yellow, exhausted, and very sickly looking. We didn't realize that the urgent care visit would be the precedent of the rest of our lives.

After coming home for Thanksgiving and spending a week straight in the hospital with him, it finally set in that something was not right. Between all the vomit, getting moved for testing, the weakness, the constant calling for medications because the pain was so severe, and the almost month-long stay in the hospital, it hit me full force that something was really wrong. Words will never truly describe the emotions I was feeling, or the burden of my thoughts that I felt were too selfish to pass on anyone, so I kept them to myself.

When we finally got the diagnosis, we were surprised. PSC, otherwise known as Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis, is an incurable liver disease that affects the bile ducts which become scarred and inflamed, more likely than not lead to cirrhosis and an inevitable transplant. There was no cure, rather the only solution was a liver transplant, and even then the disease can be recurring.

I was thinking selfishly. I was torn in two. What would our future look like? Could we have children? Could we ever do the things we used to?

Loving someone with an incurable disease is a mix of emotions. There is a constant fear in the back of my mind that he is going to wake up in intense pain and have to be rushed to the hospital. There is a constant fear of every time waiting for the bi-weekly blood test results to come back, in fear that his Bilirubin spiked again or he is undergoing a flare up and needs to be hospitalized. There is a constant anxiety that one day he's going to be fine, and the next day he won't be. Even the simple things, such as laying beside one another, was a constant fear I had, due to the pain he was in every day. What if I hit him in my sleep on accident? What if I accidentally hugged a little too tightly and caused him pain?

Loving someone with an incurable disease can be a fluctuation of emotions, however, he makes it worth it.

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