Brain: “You’re in college Marium.”
Denial: “Pffft. What is the ‘coll-age’ you speak of?”
Unfortunately, this is a conversation I have with myself almost everyday. I thought that once college came around I would be able focus, and that workload was going to be really big, but unsurprisingly I was wrong. I didn’t make a miraculous change in work ethic; The Walking Dead and The Office marathons continued, and my procrastination was reaching an all time high. I think the late classes and my current schedule has enabled my terrible habit, and I feel like unless someone systematically destroys the Internet and all televisions around the world. I channel Dory from Finding Nemo every time the clock strikes seven. That’s my “Cinderella” transformation; I become a potato that only responds to funny cat videos and pictures of Honey Boo-Boo Child. My potato state is worrisome, but the fact that I am in college is slowly beginning to dawn on me. Will I forever be a potato or will I embrace my reclusive responsible self? I’m getting quite tired of being a starch, so perhaps there will be a metamorphosis; there is always hope (sorta).
The effects of my terrible study habits were minimized by my wonderfully pestering friends, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. The best part of my first few months of Baruch was most definitely the friends I’ve made in our LC. When I first came to Baruch I didn’t think I would find people that shared the same interests and sense of humor as I did, but within the first few days of classes in our first semester I found my niche, my buddiesssssss.