A Girl With a Sword

Don't Panic

Big, friendly letters.

Ugh, you can really tell it's the end of the semester. I work in the language lab here and it was crazy busy today, crazy busy for no reason, really, except that people are panicking. And I remembered how annoying this is to me, this sudden panic that just makes everything worse. And then I felt annoyed at myself because I've been doing it, too, this semester. These past few weeks I've gotten so much less done than I could have because of the stupid panicking. Gotta get the balance back. In college, at moments like this, I would sit there and tell myself that I loved this and I should be enjoying everything, and in college I really did enjoy most things. That's why I'm here now. I'm not sure why things are so much less enjoyable this semester. This place isn't really home, yet. I need to be comfy in order for my brain to be happy. But, whether or not I'm having a good time, I need to not panic, because, for one thing, it's not cool. As Hope told me often our senior year, always be cool.

(oh, and the picture was taken of me and my phonology notebook this summer, by a Taiwanese phonology professor who wanted to show his students that the feeling was universal.)