2008 Woodie Awards
Wake me up when October ends
Sean Furey
Issue date: 10/16/06 Section: Commentary
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If you are reading this, then I extend to you my dearest congratulations. You've made it to October. I am happy to report that I, too, have made it to October. However, it is just my nature to expect the worst for the near future. I can''t promise that I'll make it out of October alive.
You are probably wondering what the big deal is with October. If you weren't wondering then, you most certainly are now. To explain this, I invite you once again into my brain. Feel fortunate- a year ago I would have denied that I even had a brain. So read carefully, and take this for what it is or what it is not to you.
Lately, I have been feeling very ill at ease-- very uncomfortable and unsatisfied with how my life is going these days. The college life started out as absolutely phenomenal. I really do like dorm life. It not nearly as bad as people made it out to be. My roommate is awesome, the people in my hall are a good crowd, the RA is great. Dorm life isn't the issue here. I've managed to carve out a nice little niche for myself here. I'm doing the newspaper (obviously……) and the play. Things were good.
I''m not sure exactly when this happened, but there came a point that everything seemed dead to me. I became very unhappy very quickly with everything I was doing. To an extent, most of this is still true. I just wanted to pause everything and head home for a while. So, this weekend, as I was sitting on my extremely comfortable futon watching a movie (Wedding Crashers, if you must know), it hit me--but it couldn't be. Is it possible to be burnt-out in October? I'm a freshman. This is my first semester of college, and I'm burnt out. That scared the hell out of me.
So, I dragged my feet to class yesterday with this terrible thought in my head, and immediately, I knew it was just going to be one of those days. First of all, it was Monday. We all have a case of the Mondays to some extent. I got done with the first class, no problem. This is when my nature to expect the worst kicks in. I'm kind of looking over my shoulders, wondering why nothing bad has happened yet. So, I got to my second class. I love this class. I'm the freshman that nobody likes I'm sure. I ask questions, I take notes, I pay attention. Say what you will, but I still don't use a lunch tray. So…I have that goin' for me. Which is nice. Anyway, I'm sitting in this class, and they hand our tests back. A solid 79%. The wonderful paradise that I had come to know and love had officially come to an end. Not only was I burnt-out, now I suck at school too. This is my favorite class I think. It's interesting! Yet, I still barely pass the test. At this point, it has officially been the longest week yet, and it's only Monday. I decided that this couldn't go on any longer, or I surely would not survive.
You are probably wondering what the big deal is with October. If you weren't wondering then, you most certainly are now. To explain this, I invite you once again into my brain. Feel fortunate- a year ago I would have denied that I even had a brain. So read carefully, and take this for what it is or what it is not to you.
Lately, I have been feeling very ill at ease-- very uncomfortable and unsatisfied with how my life is going these days. The college life started out as absolutely phenomenal. I really do like dorm life. It not nearly as bad as people made it out to be. My roommate is awesome, the people in my hall are a good crowd, the RA is great. Dorm life isn't the issue here. I've managed to carve out a nice little niche for myself here. I'm doing the newspaper (obviously……) and the play. Things were good.
I''m not sure exactly when this happened, but there came a point that everything seemed dead to me. I became very unhappy very quickly with everything I was doing. To an extent, most of this is still true. I just wanted to pause everything and head home for a while. So, this weekend, as I was sitting on my extremely comfortable futon watching a movie (Wedding Crashers, if you must know), it hit me--but it couldn't be. Is it possible to be burnt-out in October? I'm a freshman. This is my first semester of college, and I'm burnt out. That scared the hell out of me.
So, I dragged my feet to class yesterday with this terrible thought in my head, and immediately, I knew it was just going to be one of those days. First of all, it was Monday. We all have a case of the Mondays to some extent. I got done with the first class, no problem. This is when my nature to expect the worst kicks in. I'm kind of looking over my shoulders, wondering why nothing bad has happened yet. So, I got to my second class. I love this class. I'm the freshman that nobody likes I'm sure. I ask questions, I take notes, I pay attention. Say what you will, but I still don't use a lunch tray. So…I have that goin' for me. Which is nice. Anyway, I'm sitting in this class, and they hand our tests back. A solid 79%. The wonderful paradise that I had come to know and love had officially come to an end. Not only was I burnt-out, now I suck at school too. This is my favorite class I think. It's interesting! Yet, I still barely pass the test. At this point, it has officially been the longest week yet, and it's only Monday. I decided that this couldn't go on any longer, or I surely would not survive.
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