In relation to the previous post, I was in touch with a friend about anxiety, depression and its impacts on personal life. I sort of suspected that things were far from rosy sometime after the spring break, but, me being me, I chose reticence - until the completion of exams.
My dear friend didn't even know much about it until I spammed her with pertinent questions (after my final paper). I mean, she was vaguely familiar with my situation, but I was careful not to spill too many details earlier. Just enough for the person to have a rough gist. Each situation is different from another and therefore requires a unique approach to it. What may work for someone else might not have the same effect on me. Plus, I didn't want to allow the weaker, anxiety-filled side of me to be exposed and it would have only added to the immense stress I was facing.
It's an inner battle that only I can resolve. (No one else.)
Anyway, that's all in the past now.
I intend to make 2016 a better year - by surrounding myself with positive love and ridding myself of the negativity. Even if it requires me to stay away from most of the social media accounts, so be it. If I don't learn to shrug petty matters off now, it'll make my career life a thousand times harder than it will be.
I don't need that kind of unnecessary stress at all.
Another month and O-Week will make its grand appearance.
Whether I like it or not, it signals the arrival of life as a sophomore with the preliminary (or rather introductory) lectures for enrolled courses. Fast forward another 4 months plus and it's SWOTVAC lurking in the distance.
Remember how I mentioned that I've a crappy academic timetable? Now that I come to think of it, I shouldn't be whinging about it even though I'm stuck with morning lectures most of the time. It could've been worse; the lectures for two of my courses could have been in the late afternoon/early evening.
Oh well, isn't that part of university life? You can't always have THE perfect timetable every single semester and have to make personal sacrifices (I'm talking about time to socialize with friends or even to explore on foodie adventures - for me, at least) for an effective time management.
One thing's for sure: attending O-Week as a sophomore will exhibit a different set of feelings (assuming that I'm fully capable of emotions by then).
And on that note, I shall bid my adieu.
If I'm lucky enough, I may be able to write about O-Week and squeeze it in for publishing before the commencement of sophomore year.