Why Nothing Is Worse Than Getting Sick In College

Why Nothing Is Worse Than Getting Sick In College

Head colds, mono, the flu, oh my.

As the plague itself hits Coastal Carolina University, I felt compelled to express to those unknowing how awful it is to be even a little bit sick in college. I write to you from the library- surprisingly the first public place I've been able to get myself to today due to my current state. I am sniffly and sore, aching in places that have never hurt before. I have an unbelievably killer headache and the back of my throat feels like Satan has kindly lit it on fire. I am fatigued and dramatic- but stick nonetheless.

Being sick away at college is something that I never actually prepared for. I guess I just didn't really think that it would happen to me despite my shot immune system and constant run down state. I sure was not prepared my freshman year to visit the emergency room 4+ times, but you win some and you lose some, am I right? As someone who is almost 900 miles away from home, being sick is barely even an option for me, yet here I am having come down with this stupid virus that's going around CCU, just like everyone else.

You don't really realize how bad it is to be sick away at school until you really, REALLY need a water bottle or chicken soup and nobody is there to make it for you. Or maybe you yak on the way to the bathroom but don't quite make it- who's cleaning that up? Your sick little self, you. Or even when you need someone to complain to about how sore you are and how you hate life and how you hate people who get other people sick and what other irrational nonsense may be spewing out of your mouth (alongside puke, sorry I'm gross) unless you have good roomies like I do, you're outta luck pal.

I took for granted the amount of times my mum picked up my prescriptions while I was sick. If I am borderline succumbing to my illness I do not want to drive myself to Walgreens to pick up my antibiotics, no offense. When you're sick you don't want to do anything and then all of a sudden you go to college and your allergies spark up a little and all of a sudden you realize that you don't own tissues and paper towels just aren't cutting it so you have to haul yourself to Walmart or wherever and get yourself a box of tissues.

Being sick in college always seems to be a bigger deal than it really is. Like, I could really only have a sore throat but in my mind it is strep and there is no way anyone will tell me otherwise. The only real way to avoid this issue is to never leave the comfort of your bedroom, and that's if you have a single. Otherwise, you're probably screwed. Good luck!

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The Two Best English Classes Of All Time

Sometimes it's best to think inside the box, and sometimes it's best to throw the box away.

This semester, I'm taking the strangest class I've ever had--and it's an honors English class. Our attendance consists of drawing self portraits, we're required to keep a daily journal of strange things we see, and our writing assignments always result in incomprehensible, stream-of-consciousness mumbo jumbo. The point of all this is to explore what it means to be creative, and to help us tap into our individual creativity. Every time I go to this class, my notions about what "good writing" means are warped a little further. I've started thinking of this class as the best English class I've ever taken, but it lies in direct competition with its polar opposite: AP English Literature.

AP Lit was the most challenging and structured class you could imagine. The whole point was to prepare us for one of the most challenging AP exams, so it made sense. We wrote constantly and under strict time constraints. We had to read four AP-level books and connect themes from all of them in a final project that was nearly the death of me. I was constantly struggling with some deadline or another for that class, but there's no doubt I came out of the experience a better writer.

I often find myself trying to compare the two, wondering how they could both be the best English class ever. They present two completely different arguments about the purpose of writing and form it should take. In AP Lit, we wrote to make sense of celebrated literature. Our goal was to understand the writings of others and to pinpoint the devices they used to create their desired effect. In English 200H, we write to make no sense at all. Anything we think of goes directly on the paper, and I get the feeling we're supposed to gain an understanding of ourselves in the process.

One perfect example of the differences between the two is how we handled Shakespeare. In AP Lit, we spent weeks reading Macbeth, analyzing it, gaining a clear understanding of why it was a celebrated classic. In English 200H, we read an excerpt from Macbeth and discussed its effect on the reader. We then proceeded to re-write it as the worst possible poem we could imagine. The point was to help us understand what Shakespeare would have sounded like to the people of his day; to convince us that Shakespeare's work was not 'high art' while he was alive.

Although both classes seem wildly different, I like them both because they have the same goal: to understand what makes writing good. In AP Lit, we tried to find the answer by looking to celebrated writers and studying their methods. We used the resources we already had to determine what we should do to create quality work. In English 200H, we're starting from the beginning and, instead of studying other works, we're studying ourselves. Both classes are rooted in exploration and seeking to understand. That's why, despite their many differences, they're both my favorite English classes of all time.

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9 Signs College Is Kicking Your A**

Why is any of this worth it again?

Ahh, college—the overrated version of high school, except with more personal freedom to make up for the torturing amount of work and stress you are to endure, all to earn a piece of paper, in the end, claiming you’re qualified to encounter the next level of life involving complication—a career.

Is it really worth it?

As only a second-semester freshman, I have yet to find out. But despite my short stay, there are still many things I have learned; the biggest being, no matter how much work I seem to put in, college will always ends up kicking my ASS.

Here are 9 signs that you too are getting your butt kicked by books and boredom:

1. Friday nights are for catching up on sleep, not going out

Your friends (the few stragglers you have left) are always inviting you to go out, urging you to take a “break”...as if that’s something you have the capability of doing? At this point I don’t even bother to respond because I’m not familiar with the language they’re speaking, as break isn’t apart of my vocabulary, and I’m an English major. But on a serious note, once you start you cannot stop. I take a day off and suddenly I’m three days behind. Can’t we like, take a rain check for the summer?

2. Your typical “lazy day” is spent on a comfier seat in the library instead of the normal classroom chairs

Back in high school when I wasn’t feeling “it” (responsibility), I’d fake sick and lay in bed all day, for a disgusting amount of time until I couldn’t stand it. Nowadays, I spend the same amount of time trapped in a library, only this time around I call it quits once I no longer can stand how much school work I’ve done. A nerd to the nastiest degree.

3. Every reunion with your bed is a rejoice

You feel like it’s been days, when instead it’s only been twelve hours, but that half a day sucked the little life you had left to give, and you’re ready to hideaway and recharge to do it all again tomorrow. Sleep is sacred, and there’s quite as awful nothing like having your much needed Z’s interrupted by the same blare of alarm every morning, serving as a signal that it’s time for another day of reading and ruckus.

4. Going home for the weekend feels like a vacation

But don’t be fooled, because every second will still be spent doing work, only instead the grind will probably take place in a bathtub or on a couch with a stack of Oreo’s stalking nearby.

5. The bags under your eyes have now become a permanent facial feature

I look like I’m 38 and nearing a mid-life crisis when in reality I’m only 18 and experiencing that crisis, EVERY DAY.

6. You are trash at responding to literally anyone that doesn't involve academics

You might not hear from me for days, maybe even weeks in extreme cases. To further put this in perspective, I took my parents off speed dial and they’ve been replaced by my professors.

7. 24 hours is not enough time in the day

My planner could be painted so much prettier with tasks if the day wasn’t so short. I could probably even fit in three more mental breakdowns if I had just a few more hours.

8. You just force yourself to love the subjects you’re studying

I have more interaction with the information I’ve learned in class than with an actual human being, and you would not believe how passionate I have become about the formation of felsic rocks! Felsic rocks are so interesting that I don’t even need friends, hobbies, or sleep because I could study rocks for the rest of my life…Rocks ROCK <3

9. You kind of lose your mind

*Please reference explanation of point #8*

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