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Teachers FRESHMAN JOURNAL
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No Worries

By Kaitlin Schroeder, Miami University

March 2010

I actually do not love New York City.

My shirt, with its NYC logo and heart on the front might claim otherwise, but I really did not like the city. The shirt used to be my sister's and somehow ended up in my closet. For months, it mostly served to take up space in my closet, until I needed another shirt to push laundry day farther back. If I could just make it one more day, then I could take my laundry home and do it for free. Not long ago, I would have rather done laundry than go to class in my sister's hand-me-downs. Lately, I haven't been thinking twice about it.

My laundry habits in general have gotten more lax. I do not care if my socks and underwear turn pink in the wash. If I have can cram them in with my new clothes and risk them bleeding all over, so be it. Getting my laundry done in two loads is worth it. At the beginning of the year, I carefully sorted my clothes to ensure they kept their original color. Soon, I began to consolidate the loads. Now off-color clothing is a fair exchange for $2 saved per laundry day.

At the beginning of the year, I also might have done my laundry again when I realized that I forgot to put the soap in. Now? Well, it's close enough. If I can't smell it, then there is no reason to be alarmed.

My lax laundry habits are just the surface of a general relaxed attitude I've adopted. My social and academic life have also followed suit.

I care less and less about looking stupid when there are debates in class. In high school, I always sat them out. This year three out of six of my classes allot time for debate, and I enjoy being a part. I enjoy participating in general. I used to get nervous before speeches.

My new attitude makes it easier to get along with the variety of people I encounter. If my roommate wants to throw dental floss and dryer sheets in the recycle bin, so what? At the beginning of the year, this needless sorting on my part drove me crazy. Now it's just another story to tell my sister.

I don't consider my attitude to be apathy, as much as I see myself mellowing out. It is an improvement in attitude. I am just not as inclined to let small things worry me. Maybe it is the lack of sleep that makes things seem less important. Maybe it's my lack of money that motivated the change. I've decided not to worry about whatever the reason is.

 

 

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