Half way there

As we enter midterms, and my first semester is halfway through,  I’ve learned a lot about myself  in a sense of academics and personal growth. I’ve learned how to manage my time and give myself breaks to just enjoy my time at SUNY Geneseo. I’ve found that starting my work when assigned is the best way for me to stay on track and even get ahead. When I finish the work that is due for my classes for each week, I find that starting on the work I have due in the upcoming weeks is very helpful, especially if something unexpected pops up: it also relieves any stress I might have about the work. Last week,  for example, I had finished my work, and decided to start reading a book that was due on the 18th in my Europe in the Age of Revolution class, which ended up being a good idea to have because I later found out that my midterm essay would be due shortly after the book.  However, if I do fall behind, I always make sure to give myself a break especially over the weekend to decompress. If I try to sit down and just do work for an extended period of time, I often don’t retain the work which hurts me in the long term.

I’ve found how to manage my schedule with my mental health by seeing my therapist, taking the time I need for myself, or going for runs. W hen I have had slips in my mental health, I have an amazing support system both in my suite and outside. I still look forward to our (my suite and I) Walmart trips, this time whether it be getting cookie dough so we can make cookies for our floor but end up eating the raw dough ourselves. The memories I make here to me are incredible, for example having my jumbo box of goldfish stolen then going stale, and still eating the stale goldfish. My favorite was when Shannon and I raced through the Walmart parking lot to put our shopping cart and a stranded shopping cart back in the little shopping cart pen. The memories I’ve made so far will definitely stick with me for a lifetime. For example, when I was shoving Sophia’s honey nut cheerios in my mouth by the handful while sitting on my dorm floor at 1 am  and trying not to wake up my roommate. Or when we all go to Red Jacket dining hall even though it’s  across campus because they all know I feel more comfortable eating over there,  than the dining hall near our building.  One I could never forget is when Shannon and I started quoting the children’s book “Good Night Moon’ because it was three in the morning, and we were delirious after the fire alarm went off. I love my suitemates even if I have to try to help get the mystery stains on their pants because  they did splits on a frat house floor the night before. I love them because they love me,  I know it’s a safe place to be and I cannot help but be happy. I know it’s a safe place to be because you can almost never walk into the suite without seeing someone who doesn’t live here come to visit.

As the semester is coming to a close I’m very proud of myself, for how well I’ve handled everything so far and hope to keep it up for not only the rest of the semester but for next semester as well.


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