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Second Time’s the Charm

21 Feb

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It’s come back.

The essay that I wrote two months ago that I thought was terrible because I basically wrote it in one night…has come back to haunt me.

I thought I’d never have to see it again.

I thought I could put that piece of work behind me.

But I can’t.

My Latest Assignment: Take that essay, and write a second draft.

In theory, it doesn’t sound too bad.

Throw in a sentence here, make some edits there…easy, right?

Nope. The new paper has to be twice the length of the old one.

I don’t want to even look at my essay again; I’m that unhappy with it.

But I have to…it’s due next week.

I tried to start it yesterday.

But I got easily distracted by the weather, dinner, and hockey.

1. It was thunder snowing. There was thunder and lightning, and a whole lot of snow. How often do you see that!?

2. I made dinner for my parents for the first time in my life. I’m still not really sure why I did this, but I was probably subconsciously trying to get out of writing my paper.

3. The Canadian Women’s hockey team won an Olympic gold medal. My dad and I watched the game a few times—just to make sure they really won, I guess.

But now I have to focus.

It’s so hard to do because I’m so far behind.

But then again, so was the women’s hockey team…

They were two goals down late in third period and they came back to win the game in overtime.

Maybe I can do the same.

Maybe I can come from behind, write my essay, and win the gold—I mean, get an A!

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Actually, I don’t have a lot of time before it’s due…

Maybe I’ll have to be the United States and settle for silver.

***Starts writing her essay and realizes she’s a long, LONG way from being done***

You know what, bronze is pretty nice, too.

What do you do when you just don’t know what to do?

21 Nov

So I’ve been trying really hard not to blog only about how stressed out I am…(because I think it adds to my stress level…and makes me sound like a broken record).

But the sad truth is, first year life is all about stress.

You have to learn how to manage your stress…or you’ll explode.

You have to learn that stress can’t rule your life…or you’ll be miserable.

And you definitely have to learn that stress IS conquerable…(trust me).

I know now, after having been in university for 3 months, that how well you’re going to do academically depends a lot upon how you deal with stress.

I’m sorry if me talking about stress is reminding you of your own stress, but I’m partly writing this to remind myself that I can beat my stress…

It’s a pep talk in a blog for you and me!

Perhaps I should explain what I’m stressing out about.

Next week, I have 3 essays due, a group presentation, and a test.

Yeah. It’s a lot. I know.

But surprisingly, the thing that’s stressing me out the most is the essay part.

I’m usually good at writing (which is why I was surprised)…but I encountered my archenemy yesterday while trying to write an outline for one of my essays: the evil Writer’s Block.

Man, writer’s block is one of my biggest pet peeves.

It’s soooooo annoying when you know what you need to do, but the words won’t come.

I was incredibly frustrated.

I tried to take a 10-minute break, hoping to clear my head.

That didn’t work.

I thought, maybe taking a couple minutes to listen to my favourite song would help.

It didn’t.

I tried taking a walk to Tim Horton’s…you know, to get fresh air and donuts…a surefire combination to beat stress, right?

Wrong.

But then, it hit me.

The solution was so obvious! I just had to look at the facts:

Fact #1) I love to play sports.

Fact #2) Basketball always makes me feel relaxed.

Fact #3) I like to work out.

Ding, ding, ding…hello!!! Go to the gym, dummy!

So I went to the RAWC, burned some of my useless, restless energy on the elliptical, then pumped a little iron to make me feel a little stronger and a little more confident.

When I was done, I felt totally recovered from my stress and frustration.

I didn’t get my whole essay done that day, but at least I felt better and more positive about it after hitting the gym….and I no longer felt like my brain was about to explode.

So the next time you’re stuck, and you’re banging you’re head against your keyboard, and you just want to take your laptop and throw it at a wall…don’t.

Do something that makes you feel good.

It doesn’t have to be the gym…but think about the places that make you feel the most relaxed or the activities that calm you down and….well….just go there and do it!

Take it from me…it works!

What do you do to rid yourself of writer’s block? Let me know!

Parental Guidance

15 Nov

I’ve been feeling a little stressed lately. Nothing new.

I’ve got three essays to write, a group presentation to do, and a couple more tests before the end of the semester in two weeks.

Oh yeah…and then I guess there’s exams to worry about.

Even though I’m unloading the sources of my stress here in my blog, I’m not usually the type to whine and complain. I just bottle up the stress and no one would ever know that I was worried about anything. I look pretty calm, cool, and collected 24/7.

But there are a couple people that I can’t fool: my parents.

Since I know that they can tell when I’m stressed, I usually just tell them about my problems.

I’ll text my mom and dad about the tests I’m studying for, or about the essay that I’m writing. And generally, they either reassure me…or they make me laugh.

It’s as my dad always says: “The only people in the world that truly care about you are your family.”

My first thought after hearing this comment from my dad is usually something like: “Awww…that’s sweet.”

But then I learned that my parents bought a brand new big screen TV as soon as I moved out.

Huh…I’m getting a bit of a mixed message here.

(Seriously, as soon as I move out you buy a new TV? I’m gone so you can splurge and make fun purchases? Oh yaaaa, you must really be missing me!)

Don’t worry, I’m kidding. I know you care about me.

If my parents didn’t care they wouldn’t send me those amazing texts whenever I need a little confidence boost.

For instance, I was telling my mom about my best midterm mark and she said:

“An 89% on a university test is pretty darn impressive. You’re one smart cookie.”

 

                                                     

 

I then told them about a minor cooking fiasco I had where I burnt some shrimp I had in the oven.

My dad’s response:

“And you got an 89% on your test?”

There are different ways of being smart, Dad. I read textbooks, not cooking instructions!

My dad also tries to make sure that I’m not overly confident. I’ll tell him I did something good, and he’ll say:

“Remember, no matter how good you are, there’s always somebody out there that’s better.”

My father: forever the realist.

I was telling my dad the other day about all the essay writing that I have to do. He gave me this advice:

“Just get it done. You don’t want it to be too perfect or they’ll expect that from you all the time.”

Very true. Don’t want to raise my TA’s standards too high for the next time.

But then there are those times when I tell my parents about tests that I didn’t do so hot on.

The most common response again comes from my father:

“You should’ve gone to plumbing school…you’d always have work. The world needs plumbers.”

 

                                            

 

Okay Old Man, agreed. But I think I’m going to see how the rest of this university thing plays out first if that’s okay with you.

Sometimes I think that my parents are crazy, but they do make me feel better when I’m feeling the pressure of first year life. Thanks, guys.

But seriously though…you couldn’t have bought that big screen while I was still at home?