Personal Reflection

After My First Day Of School

I’m writing this after my first day of school. Third year of university to be exact.

It wasn’t an eventful day. I had two classes. I’m glad it’s over.

I didn’t feel as nervous or worried this year. In fact, I very much look forward to learning in a classroom setting again.

Here’s an abridged version of my day:

I woke around six. Then I willed myself to fall back asleep.

I got out of bed after 8:30. I ate, read, and exercised. Then I left the house.

I took a bus and then the subway to get downtown. I wrote poems on the way there. I’m writing this post on the way back.

I had two classes back to back. Both related to media. During the short time I had after the first class, I ate a late lunch.

I realize this is boring. Nothing exciting happened. I’m not that interesting of a personto begin with.

I plan to stretch and dance soon after I get home.

My goal for tonight is to read more. I only had time for one short chapter in the morning.

I’m also going to edit a blog post and publish it before midnight. I have about a thousand drafts. I doubt I’ll ever let that number get down to zero.

I love journaling before bed. I enjoy reflecting upon the day.

Isn’t my life so much fun to read about?

I do the same things every 24 hours, which means I won’t be recounting my day anytime soon. I wouldn’t bore you like that. Instead, I’ll bore you with my opinions about anything and everything.

Sometimes I wonder whether I should publish the personal posts I write. There are tons among those one thousand drafts. There’s an annoying voice in my head that says no one cares. But I care, which is what matters.

More often than not, I write these posts for myself.

Hopefully, you’re able to take something away from them.

Personal Reflection

The Night Before My First Day Of School

The night before my first day of class, my phone charger stopped working. And that made me freak out more than the thought of going back to school.

So I was running around the house trying to figure out what to do. Eventually, I found another charger in a bag which was in another bag on the top shelf of my closet. This extra charger was a gift from a family friend. At the time, I thought I’d never use it. How silly of me.

I know I don’t need my phone to survive. But it’s nice to have a phone and a fully charged one on the first day back.

I’m also realizing just how much I use my phone now that I’m a writer and blogger. I use the WordPress app all the time to write posts, edit drafts, send comments.

So I see the logic in that one is none. Two is one. If you only have one of something and it breaks down or becomes unusable, you don’t have that thing anymore.

You just never know.

Things break. So it’s nice to have a backup, a replacement. Ditto for saving your files and having copies of your work everywhere.

So I’m not as stressed right now because after running around with my head cut off, I’ve regained myself enough to write this blog post.

The phone screen is cracked, my original charger and headphones don’t work anymore. I need a new phone. Shame I’m broke, though.

School

Thoughts I Have About The First Day Of School

I’m writing this before I go back to school, but by the time I edit and publish it, I’ll probably have survived my first day. Or not. I don’t know. Even though I want to predict the future sometimes, I can’t. Ever.

(I survived.)

While the first class is an easy one in some ways, I’ve never felt great in the days leading up to it. Nervousness and excitement don’t mix well for me. I’m just a ball of stress in the mornings.

Fortunately, university hasn’t been as horrible as high school.

I think I’ve experienced enough first days to know I’ll get through another one without the world crashing down on me.

I’m going into my third year of university. Been there, done that. Twice. So I’m not as nervous or terrified. I think I’m more excited than scared at this point. I just want to make this year the best one yet. At least better than last because second year is not one I want to relive. Thankfully, I don’t have to.

(Now I only have one more first day to go. That’s insane. I can’t wrap my head around it.)

I’m wondering if I was more worried about my first day of work. Technically, first days. I think not. There’s something scarier about school, I guess.

To all the students who have gone back, I hope you had a great one. To all those yet to go back, I wish you the very best. If you already graduated, congrats on making it through.

I don’t really know what else to say, except that I’m looking forward to seeing what this year has in store. I have no idea what to expect, so I’m not expecting much.

I know it won’t be easy. But challenge makes life interesting.

I’ll write about my trials and tribulations, so you can laugh at me as I wallow in my misery.

I like to think whatever happens, happens for a reason. I can’t control everything, but I can control myself.

Over the course of this semester, I will do my best to look after my health (physical and mental). That’s important to me. And my happiness too, of course.

Here’s to an amazing year. May you achieve all your goals, academic or otherwise. I hope 2017-2018 is everything you hoped for and more.

Personal Reflection

First Day Of Autumn

Autumn is here. Fall has arrived.

I love the season. I live for it.

Strangely enough, I didn’t think I’d be this sad now that summer’s over.

I can finally wear sweaters without suffering from a heat stroke, even though I’ll be spending plenty of time at home or in a classroom.

But autumn is as good of a time as any to read, write, blog, edit, and publish.

Have a productive fall. I don’t want anyone to mention winter until it’s actually winter.