Oh, Oh, Oh It's a Lovely War!

Eradicate deadlines!

I guess that would be the more “polite” way to say fuck deadlines…

For the past few months, I feel like I’ve been put through a meat grinder over and over again. Oh, this is not just any meat grinder – a meat grinder used in the processing of McDonald’s hamburgers. I use this imagery to describe my tiredness and pandemonium along my increase of unhealthy habits. My room is a mess, I cannot see the floor. Papers are flying everywhere; I don’t know how I manage to keep track of school assignments and that sort. Empty pop cans and dirty dishes are piling up on every surface; my trashcan is filled with empty fast food bags and paper cups. I’m sure if I had a normal metabolism, I would be so overweight, I would no longer be able to look down and see my feet. This behavior of mine is ridiculous, I hate it…but I don’t know what to do fix it.

I never realized that senior year would hit me with a full blow. I’m sure if stress was in the form of bullets being shot by an immense machine gun, I’d be dead in a second. Hmmm…I guess I could keep going with the WWI analogy (Ludwig would be so proud) by describing the battles between me and the demanding world as a stalemate. You have me on one side, peering over the sludgy trenches at the enemy - senior stress - on the other side, scowling. I fire my rifle, only to find that I get fired back at….

BANG!

(slight pause)

BOOM!

I load again…

BANG!

(another brief moment)

BOOM!

C’mon, blow the man down!

BANG!

(enemy loads)

BOOM!

Shit.

So yes, long story short: I’m stressed. College applications are due in a few short months; scholarships are flying in like a plague of locusts. Standardized tests are made for the sole purpose to discourage and fluster people, I’m assured – what points do they prove, anyway? School is a menace…there never is a break. Parents are consistently nagging, teachers are consistently demanding, and peers are consistently bewildering. Will this war ever end?

I say that all deadlines that are piling up are just nuisances. However, the irony of this situation is enlightening – I know in the end I will be glad I went through all this.