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The Light at the End of the Tunnel, Week 5

Kristen Roberts

It’s official! Spring break is next week. Normally I’d say “for just about everyone,” but I can safely say that this is a needed break for every single person on this campus. For so many of you, it’s your first official spring break away from home and you get to head to the beach with your friends and without parental supervision. For others, you may have other trips in mind, and for some, like me, you may be planning to just sleep for the majority of spring break to try and recover from this blackhole that school has become.

But, as spring break approaches, and the murmur of plans buzzes through the halls from person to person, I can’t help but look back on my five years here at JSU at think to the trips that I haven’t taken. I’m thoroughly excited and ready for spring break and do plan for some beach time later in the week, but it’s still just a mini vacation after I dedicate some more time to schoolwork and sleep. And as I look back on my time at JSU, I realize that I was always that student who was a little too scared to be adventurous and spontaneous.

I grew up with my parents drilling into me that school always comes first, and I couldn’t agree more, especially now that I’m older. I love that my parents instilled into me the thought of school coming first, but I also look back on my time in school kind of regretting not taking those midnight trips to Birmingham with friends or somewhere else just to enjoy the fact that this was the time that I could. I look back with regrets that I didn’t save my money from working and try to travel to places better than just Panama City Beach for spring break for two years.

I’m writing this in hopes that all of you who still have these years ahead of you will realize that this is the time to do what you dream to do. Don’t let your classes slip behind, school always comes first; but, stay on top of your classes enough to know that it’s okay when to miss here and there. Make sure you still do well in school, but don’t miss out on the opportunities ahead of you to experience life. Go on spontaneous trips with your friends, have a different spring break experience to a new place that you’ve always wanted to go to, and realize that college is about making these new experiences and memories that you will learn from and grow from. I’ve learned from the fact that I didn’t do the spontaneous trips, and that’s okay! I’ve learned a lot. I’m going to enjoy my small relaxing spring break and look ahead to my graduation and my future and I hope you will do the same.

The Light at the End of the Tunnel (Week 5)

This is the fourth installment of Kristin Roberts’ “The Light at the End of the Tunnel” series

As a freshman in college, one of the best things about leaving home is the idea of no longer having to live with your parents and deal with the “my house, “my rules” dynamic that was ever present throughout high school. But what you’re often not prepared for is the fact that you now have to live with someone who is not genetically programmed to love you no matter what. That means that throughout your messes, your late nights that no one can get onto you for, your extremely loud music, and that group of friends that always seems to be over at your place, there is someone else who has to deal with it in addition to you who is not going to put up with it without getting mad.

Now, most of the time, people can have a really good time with their roommates and have really good luck with picking their roommates throughout their college experience. I, on the other hand, was one of those very few who have had more crappy roommates than good roommates. My first two year I had the divine pleasure of living with my older sister. Now, there is some sibling love there, of course. But let’s face it, not a single person actually wants to live with their sibling while at college, or in any instance outside of their parents house. It’s just asking for drama and some knock down drag out fights… and that is exactly what we delivered. (Apologies to our neighbors, even though they’re a few years late.)

Since living with my sister, I ended up with four separate roommates after her. Two were pretty dang good. The other two? It was simply by the grace of God that we ended with the house still standing. Both started out pretty good, but it went downhill pretty quickly.

So if you are one of those people who, like me, have had really bad luck with roommates, let’s see what we can do to help. For me, I had to realize that I cannot control anyone other than myself. Start with that, and then realize that the only thing that you can control is your reaction to their actions. If you react negatively, then it’s going to continue to start an uproar. If you stop giving them the power of your negative reactions and change the way you react, then you become the controller of the situation, not them and their actions. Lastly, have a place that you can go to escape. Whether its you room, a friends house, or the top of the mountain, have a place where you can go to relax and to get your mind away from everything and to calm down and everything will be okay. Having an escape place is crucial so that you can get away when necessary. Do these things and I promise, you will get through that roommate drama!

The Light at the End of the Tunnel (Week 4)

 

This is the fourth installment of Kristin Roberts’ “The Light at the End of the Tunnel” series

The title of this series is “The Light at the End of the Tunnel.” Not only is that for your benefit as readers, so you can get a sense of what I write about, but it’s also, in times like this, for myself. The title of the series came from the last sentence of my very first article when I mentioned something that my mom says to me quite a bit when I am extremely stressed out; she always tells me that the light I see at the end of the tunnel is not a train. As much as I want to believe that, right now, I do not.

Let me tell you why. As a graduating senior, I am up to my rather large ears in school assignments that I feel I will never have enough time to actually finish, especially being a communications student. (Mrs. Hill, I’m talking to you.) In addition to the copious amounts of schoolwork I am stifling under currently, I am also in the middle of trying to pack up my apartment as I plan to finally move out once I graduate after living here for five years. Let me tell you, trying to pack up your life after living there for five years and never doing a mass clean-out is a HORRIBLE decision.

Not to mention, the fact that my wonderful boyfriend, Brentt, has two wonderful children, so I am also a part-time parent. Anyone who has tried to write a paper or finish the most minuscule amount of schoolwork while there are two hollering toddlers will tell you that it’s not quite that easy no matter the amount of love in your heart for them.

With everything that is on my plate, it is really easy for me to get overwhelmed and forget how far I’ve come and how close I am to being done with college. I come home sometimes, this week definitely being one of those weeks, and just want to lie in bed and quit everything. But, that’s when it takes the greatest amount of strength to pull myself off of the couch, out of my misery, and get to work.

When things get to the hardest point for me, that’s when I have to take a step back to relax and then take the backbone that my mom raised me with to push myself into finishing what needs to be done. I power through because I am not going to get hit by that dang train. It is a light at the end of the tunnel, I just have to get there.

So every single one of you, when you feel like that train is coming towards you full speed, take a step back to relax and then power through. Life comes at you like a train sometimes, but it’s your reaction to the train that determines whether it hits you or becomes a light that you can see and reach at the end of the tunnel.

The Light at the End of the Tunnel (Week 3)

 

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This is the third installment of Kristin Roberts’ “The Light at the End of the Tunnel” series

As you grow up, you become accustomed to every home cooked meal your mom makes and you crave eating out. Eating out becomes a prize in and of itself, a thing to look forward to. What no one ever tells you is that once you get to college and start living in a dorm or in an apartment by yourself or with a roommate, that those home cooked meals have now become a rarity.

In my five years at JSU, I never once lived on campus, so I’ve never had a meal plan. But I have eaten at every single dining option that the university offers, and let me tell you, after weeks of those being your sle food options, I know you will begin to crave those nice mom home cooked meals. Even with living in an apartment for five years, I rarely cooked at home. I had a job nearly my entire time at JSU, so most of my money went to simply eating out. I loved it for a long time because I could have whatever I wanted, but man… going home to eat those nice home cooked meals was something I looked forward to. I would make my mom cook extra so I could take leftovers back that I could simply heat up and not actually have to cook (I hated cooking for the longest time, especially trying to cook for just one.)

Now, however, I’m in my last semester at JSU and simply don’t have time to work to make money to eat out constantly. I live off of planned grocery shopping trips to get exactly what I need to cook for my boyfriend and myself almost every night. With that being said, let me tell you how much my boyfriend lives off of me cooking pretty much every meal he puts in his mouth.

Recently, I had a lot of homework to do and a test to prepare for the next day, so I asked him if he could maybe do dinner instead of me. He looked at me like I has asked him to murder someone. When I told him so, he replied with, “Well that would have been easier.” Do you know what he then proceeded to do? About ten minutes later I look up to him bringing me a plate with two Nilla wafers on it with peanut butter between them and a thick slice of cheese. That was it. That was his attempt at helping me make dinner. It was hilarious, but needless to say, it was a takeout for dinner kind of night. So by my last semester of college, I have come full circle back to how I was before I came to college, dining out is now a treat, something to look forward to and enjoy, rather then my regular meal of choice.

Enjoy your home cooked meals; enjoy your dining out. Cherish them both if you’re a foodie like me. You’ll miss one or the other when you have to choose.