Cedar Crest College newspaper since 1923
by Emily Baxter, Web Editor
I’m stressed. I’m eating more than ever. I haven’t even finished my Christmas list for you yet. I’ve got a research paper, reading of textbooks, and I don’t know what day it is! I’m sure everyone at Cedar Crest College is feeling the same way. These are times of uncertainty, times of when grades matter more than ever, times of the winter job that fell through for break, and times of saying goodbye.
Life is a roller coaster. Sometimes you’re flying with the wind and other times you’re screaming for your life. I do believe these next two weeks are what makes us or breaks us. That’s scary. Really scary. That makes me even MORE stressed!
I don’t know if I can do it, Santa. I don’t want to think about Christmas. But most importantly, I don’t know if I can make it through the next two weeks. I’m scared Santa, I am. I don’t know if I can do this.
Santa, I know you’re busy, too, at this time of year. You’ve got the reindeer and elves, but I bet you’re stressed, too. But I can definitely bet you’re not as stressed as I am!
Okay, okay: I need to stop complaining. Deep breath—in and out. I can do this. I can write that research paper. I can finish reading my textbooks. I can figure out what day it is! All of this I can do, because I know in my heart that my college tuition will not go to waste.
Santa, I know I can do this.
Some people won’t have trouble with studying. I envy them. I’m used to making the good grades without cracking open a textbook. As a sophomore, I struggle with taking notes, reading the textbook, and comprehending it. College is so different than high school.
You know, Santa, that I’m a transfer student and starting a new school is really hard. I think that’s been my struggle all year. I’m afraid what to say, I’m scared that I won’t fit in, and I don’t want to feel left out.
Guess what Santa? I don’t care! I’m determined that I will be the best that I can be for the next two weeks. I’ve deactivated my Facebook and Twitter. I won’t be distracted by silly memes or statuses. I’m going to study my socks off (if that’s even possible) and charge forward on to victory.
So Santa, please remember me if I don’t send out my list. You know what I want? A Maltese puppy! Please? Convince my dad that pets are totally cool?
Thanks for listening,