Tagged: stress

The One Super Mundane Change in My Routine that Helped Relieve My Stress

If you read this blog, then you may know that I am not very passionate about math and science. I’ve never found much joy in thinking in numbers rather than ideas and concepts.

Recently I made a very small switch in my life that has so far, made a large difference in the way that I calculate and value my time, as well as my usage and dependence on technology.  Continue reading

If Life Were Made Of Monday Afternoons…

It’s a Monday afternoon. I am on my way to the library. I just ate a huge lunch: 3 plates of taste good, feel bad food and 2 cups of coffee to offset the lack of sleep and food in my system.

I am reading my agenda. A midterm lurks around the corner, deadlines for papers and tests flash before my eyes, and the pile of laundry in my hamper stretches so high that it topped over this morning, like a castle wall crumbling in defeat. Continue reading

You Can Run, But You Can’t Hide


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I don’t know why we think it’s worthwhile to deal with every one of our problems. Why do we always have to call it running away?

Are we superheroes? Can we emerge victorious after every struggle with the enemy?

Are we rubberbands? Can we snap back in place after being stretched thin?

No, we are humans. We aren’t built to overcome every obstacle that life presents to us, and this I realized the other day. Continue reading

Something is wrong with this class

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Something is wrong; I’ve discovered a terminal illness

That makes me sit in class with a death-like stillness

Leaving scars on my conscience; a limb must be severed

The remedy is bankrupt, despite my endeavors Continue reading

Pillow talk

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Schooling is not the same as education
education - it is sacred.
Here it is commodified - twisted, manipulated, thrown away
with every spit bubble lazily popping at your mouth, every glazed over look you give your teacher Continue reading 

Life is a real nailbiter

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I don’t know why I’m not learning

that when your conscience is hurting

you can just go about turning

your cuticles into victims.

When your life is going off the rails

you take it out on your nails

the sad state that your violence assails

red, raw, and bitten.

An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in, and a pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves

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It might not always be this glam, but this year, it might be for me :)

2013 was the year of the snake, aka the year of the struggle. It was all of the pent up stress of dealing with college, depicted in sighs, tears, and teeth-gnashing. As the clock strikes 12 on New Years’, seniors all over the country will one-by-one fall back exhausted into their beds, saying to themselves with a grimace, “I did it. I made it. Second semester senior, here we are.”

In the case of the optimist and the pessimist, which one are you?

Which one am I?

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