Marathon Monday was by no means the way I imagined it. First of all, I thought the weather would be warm-ish at least and I didn’t think it would be pouring rain. Second of all, I thought I would actually watch the race. With team brunch, housing selection for next year, and unexpected job training, I was busy all day long.
The people that you surround yourself with and your environment can truly impact you, and bring out parts of yourself that you never knew were there. Something similar happened to me when I came to Emerson college. As soon as I got here, I realized that there was soooo much more diversity than there was in my small, very white, financially comfortable hometown in Norfolk, MA. For the first time I was speaking with people from countries all over the world, and I had the freedom to truly find myself and discover what really matters to me.
At the age of 19, I find myself in an odd place between being a kid and an adult. I don’t want to have to rely on my parents but at the same time, there is no way I could be financially stable on my own. Do I act like a kid or an adult? That is a question I ask myself a lot as I continue to tread through college.
My mom always tells me I need to stop working as much and I need to enjoy being a college student. Ok, I guess I can agree with her that I may work a little too much but at the same time I don’t do it because I have to. I work because I genuinely love what I do. I will admit that work can become a coping mechanism for me and way to distract myself, but as I’m growing up I’ve had to learn how to distinguish if I’m running away from my problems or if I am just immersed in my work. When I find myself overworking, I try to take a few steps back and do things that bring me back to my childish nature. I will color in coloring books, go window shopping (yes, I loved shopping as a kid too), or basically anything that doesn’t make me feel like I have to be an adult.
Coming into college, I experienced some of the worst anxiety of my entire life. The tiniest of problems set me off, sending me spiraling into a fray of worry. I start to sweat, and my heart begins to beat so fast that I feel like I’m running a marathon. Even as the semester comes to an end, I still worry about minor things like whether or not I’ll get to class on time, if I’ll have enough time to do all of my work, and if the library printer is going to have paper (which is a valid worry here at Emerson to be honest).
Some days are worse than others. At times, I’ll spend an entire day almost anxiety free. These are usually the days when I feel most in control of my life, when everything goes exactly to plan. However, there are those days when almost everything falls apart, and I spend every waking hour panicking, a slave to my brain’s irrational worries.
For chaotic days like these, I’ve come up with three foolproof “hacks” that help me manage my life, and thus my anxiety. Please note that these tips won’t work for everyone, and that if you’re dealing with a serious form of anxiety, consult with a medical professional or therapist. However, if you’re looking for some simple ways to try and reduce moderate anxiety throughout your day, keep reading!
Amidst all the negativity in our day-to-day lives, there is always a reason to smile. When taking time to focus on the positive things in life, it is hard to narrow down a list to only thirteen things. I decided to tackle this writing prompt because after a hard couple of days and meditate on the things that make me happy. Here are thirteen reasons why I smile.
Lawn-Guyland is the correct pronunciation for Long Island. Usually, it sounds like one word instead of two. I have to explain this to everyone at Emerson because people are always making fun of my accent (even though I never notice it). The Long Island accent mostly changes any “o” like sound to an “aw” sound. Therefore, if I was going to say “I’m going to take my dog on a walk along the boardwalk”, I would say it like this: “I’m going to take my dawg on a wawlk alawng the boardwawlk.” But Long Island accents are not the only things we are known for. Below I have listed just some of the things that make Long Island, Lawn-Guyland.
Back in 2008, I really thought I was going to be the next American Idol.
I had it all planned out. My stage name would be Elisa, and my audition song was going to be “Rehab” by Amy Winehouse. I was going to get that golden ticket and become the next big star, my debut single being strangely reminiscent of Avril Lavinge’s “Complicated.”
Y’all really think all Texans are like this? As a Texan, I have come to answer your burning questions about Texas. Even though Austin is the live music capital of the world, has amazing food and shopping, and is becoming one of the most popular cities to live in, I obviously show no favoritism whatsoever to Austin. After moving to Boston, I have been asked all of these questions. Some are more ridiculous than others and I still think it is hilarious that people actually believe these preconceived notions. So here is my best shot at answering these recurring questions, Y’all (And I’ve even included my own personal pictures).
That’s right, folks. It’s time to talk about the elephant in the room: The Mattress Firm Conspiracy Theory.
Forget your basic Berenstain Bears Mandela effects – this next level conspiracy theory will make you say “Illuminati, who?”
If you’re not familiar with the Mattress Firm Conspiracy Theory, here’s a quick rundown (you can also watch the video Youtuber Shane Dawson made about it): Back in January, a Reddit user commented that they believed Mattress Firm, the largest specialty mattress retailer in the US is a money laundering company, according to Business Insider.
I was strolling through a bookstore, coffee in hand, when I stumbled across a small peculiar book called Do One Thing Every Day That Scares You by Robie Rogge. My interest was immediately piqued, so I read the back cover:
“Each day is an opportunity to perform one small act of bravery; singing out loud, asking for help, admitting a mistake, pitching an idea, accepting a compliment, changing your hair, going for the prize, failing spectacularly and trying again. This journal contains a year’s worth of fear-facing prompts and mottos of encouragement.”
Well, I thought, didn’t that sound just great! I am currently at a stage of my life, like most other college students, where self-growth and finding myself are two of my highest priorities. So, naturally, this book seemed like the best way to push me out of my comfort zone. However, I wasn’t about to drop $20 on the book after last week’s expenditures left me $10 in my checking account… So I settled on creating my own “scary challenges” each day, tailored to me.