Life is a pattern if you look at it carefully. There are periods of turmoil followed by that unusual feeling of relief which usually leads onto building anticipation and ends with the cycle repeating itself. Nice part about a pattern is that you can predict it, and with a little bit of luck, control how it flows.
It's been a while since I've written, but sitting here in the U1 with a seat reserved for this cupcake I'm getting for a friend, I thought it'd be a nice opportunity to get back. Funny how the weirdest of things can bring back what you may have once lost. Looks like my cupcake may have to give up its seat at this rate. Thankfully British people are too polite to ask me to move. Thought so. Moving on.
Right getting back to to the whole rhythm thing. So term three everyone seems to resort into a pattern of stress that slowly builds up as the days count down, followed by a brief period of unsolicited panic and finally guilt for having wasted some of that precious revision time. It hurts when you think about it, how little things that keep bouncing across your mind can infuriate you to such an extent. Is it though, something that you can change?
So this year academic 2014/2015 I've had one mild panic attack, a bit of a nervous breakdown over a website crash ( I mean I lost a year and a half of work ) and one big argument (wasn't that fun). Strangely though, this has been the mildest year for me. Admitting what's happened takes great strength I feel; admitting anything bad about yourself in my opinion. We all stress, worry and have a bit of a edgy situation, but does that actually mean we can't control it? Whoever said mind over matter must have been on so much ecstasy that he didn't mind the matter. Still, we're all still here, still standing and still fighting for a better future, bit like a rhythm.
What people don't get is that stress needs an outlet, and the more it builds up, the more you need to let go. For me that involves running for hours on end while simultaneously fist bumping the air as I rock out, much to the discomfort of passerbys who think I'm having multiple seizures. Stop staring at me you old folk! I'm not going to attack. Point is that you need some means of calming down and usually that's difficult to do. Being here at university, a majority of us tend to make friends with those who do the same course as we do. However when everyone you know around is worrying about the same thing, maybe it's better to find a bit of a different group for the time being. I really don't want to discuss past-papers when we go out for drinks and I don't think you'd want to either.
You know it's funny, I always start of my articles of with a general intention of keeping it as general as possible. Yet somehow it winds down into what's been happening lately. It's like the pattern I never intended... almost as if life was set on repeat. (Visualise giant red repeat button)
It's been a while since I've written, but sitting here in the U1 with a seat reserved for this cupcake I'm getting for a friend, I thought it'd be a nice opportunity to get back. Funny how the weirdest of things can bring back what you may have once lost. Looks like my cupcake may have to give up its seat at this rate. Thankfully British people are too polite to ask me to move. Thought so. Moving on.
Right getting back to to the whole rhythm thing. So term three everyone seems to resort into a pattern of stress that slowly builds up as the days count down, followed by a brief period of unsolicited panic and finally guilt for having wasted some of that precious revision time. It hurts when you think about it, how little things that keep bouncing across your mind can infuriate you to such an extent. Is it though, something that you can change?
So this year academic 2014/2015 I've had one mild panic attack, a bit of a nervous breakdown over a website crash ( I mean I lost a year and a half of work ) and one big argument (wasn't that fun). Strangely though, this has been the mildest year for me. Admitting what's happened takes great strength I feel; admitting anything bad about yourself in my opinion. We all stress, worry and have a bit of a edgy situation, but does that actually mean we can't control it? Whoever said mind over matter must have been on so much ecstasy that he didn't mind the matter. Still, we're all still here, still standing and still fighting for a better future, bit like a rhythm.
What people don't get is that stress needs an outlet, and the more it builds up, the more you need to let go. For me that involves running for hours on end while simultaneously fist bumping the air as I rock out, much to the discomfort of passerbys who think I'm having multiple seizures. Stop staring at me you old folk! I'm not going to attack. Point is that you need some means of calming down and usually that's difficult to do. Being here at university, a majority of us tend to make friends with those who do the same course as we do. However when everyone you know around is worrying about the same thing, maybe it's better to find a bit of a different group for the time being. I really don't want to discuss past-papers when we go out for drinks and I don't think you'd want to either.
You know it's funny, I always start of my articles of with a general intention of keeping it as general as possible. Yet somehow it winds down into what's been happening lately. It's like the pattern I never intended... almost as if life was set on repeat. (Visualise giant red repeat button)
