It’s that point in the semester – I want to give up.
I want to lay in my bed with the lights out in my dark grey sweatpants and mindlessly binge-watch Netflix until my eyes start to hurt.
I have to give myself a pep talk every morning to get out of bed for class. “Only four more weeks left,” I remind myself.
Like many other college students, by the end of spring semester I can feel the stress and exhaustion of the entire school year pressing down on my chest like a weight.
Assignments, chores and tension all start building up the closer May gets.
Meanwhile, my motivation spirals and so does my mood. The smallest comments, accusations or questions invoke a full-blown meltdown. The smallest problems become difficult to manage.
I start to slack on basic assignments and I’m rewarded a lower-than-usual grade because of my obvious lack of effort. The lower the grade, the higher my stress level.
I start to slack on maintaining friendships and I’m rewarded with arguments and aggression. The more arguments, the higher my stress level.
I start to slack on maintaining a healthy diet and workout routine and I’m rewarded with weight gain. The more weight gain, the higher my stress level.
By the middle of April, I’m so mentally exhausted from beating myself up and feeling stressed out that I become hollow. I attend classes, I speak with friends and professors and I go to work, but mentally, I’m not there.
I let my laundry build up in the corner of my room, I stop taking the time to make dinner every night and a frown permanently settles on my face.
The end-of-the-semester slump sets in and I take to my bed, hiding from responsibilities. Four more weeks.