Kathryn Pabon

Contributing Writer

What is student life? Do I write about the clubs going on at ESU? Possibly, it sounds appropriate. Student life…should I write about any drama happening on campus?

Now that’s a story, possibly someone’s Snapchat story. Speaking of Snapchat stories, what was that 10 minute video of rain? #cancelESU’sSnapchatstory.

Just kidding, I don’t even follow it, but I heard someone else complaining about it recently.

But back to this column, student life doesn’t sound too thrilling, at least when I compare the entire concept to this student: Me. Student life is stressful.

I am tired of my hair. I am tired of my face. I am tired of how my body looks.

I am a college student. A college student who has no idea what I am doing with my major, concentrations and minor. But first things first, I have no idea what hairstyle to do today. I hate it all.

To compensate, I impulsively schedule a hair appointment at the salon. Surely this upcoming event will appease the distaste I feel when I look in the mirror.

Off-topic but I am still looking in the mirror, and Jeez! Even with a silk pillowcase and an expensive skincare routine my face cannot catch a break, only breakouts.

Back to my attempts to put a blanket on my insecurities.

I put on my planner the following days in which I’ll be attending the gym, which, ideally will repeat over the next few weeks. Obviously, that’s how new commitments begin. Of course, I don’t follow through with the gym.

But, I mean, give credit where credit is due, I’ve went for a solid two weeks now. With that success story, I deserve someone to throw me a surprise party. SURPRISE! I am beyond tired of being a full-time student, part-time employee, and a member of many clubs, foreshadowing the broken promise of a workout that will not be fulfilled.

I guess this was my announcement, that I was quitting.

I did go today, but as I read the sentences I wrote above I realized it’s the last. At least until I become miserable enough to make myself another broken promise, stacking up responsibilities to diminish any possible free time.

Student life to me equals no free time. Back to what I mentioned earlier, I am a full-time student, part-time employee, very much participating club member, and a new adult.

I actually turned 20 a few months ago. I say “new adult” because 18 and 19 is still a teenager to me, and at 20 I now have to ask my friends if my outfit is appearing too immature.

Student life, I guess, is a narrative of my life as a student.