A Letter to April:

Sometimes I just want to walk out of class screaming and crying. Oh you already have four different fifteen page papers to write? Well it’s your lucky day, here’s another one! Oh you thought this class was going to be easy because it was one of your few electives? Think again! This “easy A” class is actually one of the hardest classes you are taking in terms of sheer weekly work load.

I want to binge watch "Gilmore Girls," "Supernatural," and maybe even watch "Cruel Intentions" (Sarah Michelle Geller I love you but you’ll always be Buffy to me). I want to read the pile of books that I got for me. I want to read Becca books, not Westfield State University sanctioned books.

But wants and needs do not always match up to the have-tos and responsibilities.

April is a time for change and mental breakdown. It is the time of year that really tests your mettle. It is the academic equivalent of dueling, except no one’s head is getting chopped off (unless you are taking the medieval sword fighting class. Yes, that is actually a class, I’m fairly sure it is offered by the history department). I may have broken a few times, watching movies and stress eating fudge brownies, but what would be the point if you just gave up? You’ve made it this far, you can’t exactly drop out. You need to pull those all-nighters, book those study rooms, close all the Facebook, Netflix, Instagram, Pintrest, and Tumblr tabs on your browser and get down to business (cue "Mulan" soundtrack).

As a senior, I can honestly say it really is worth all the pain, and tears, and emotional breakdowns, and frantic calls to the parentals.

Even though the workload has never been harder, the accomplishments have never been higher: Sigma Tau Delta, Phi Kappa Phi, buying my cap and gown, and seeing how proud my family is of me.

So April, throw all you have at me. I’m ready for it.

Just as soon as I crawl out from under my pile of fuzzy blankets.

Sincerely,

A Frazzled Senior