<p>To start, in case any of you are interested in what happened with my sister, the answer is that nothing really has happened. She is a fiercely independent person and will not entertain the thought of moving back in with my parents, nor does she seem to be interested in some of the other solutions suggested. That being said, she has not had any more instances of peeping, or least if she has, she hasn’t told us. </p>
<p>Now, I return yet again for advice because I am beginning, for the first time in my life, to really flounder under the pressure, and I don’t know what to do. That’s the short version of it, and the long version is going to follow in the form of a rant that probably is going to be somewhat disorganized, so I apologize in advance. I also realize that a lot of this will probably come off as VERY whiny, and I know that my problems are pretty trivial comparatively. Feel free to utterly ignore this post, really. I just need to get this off of my chest and I really have nobody else to talk to. </p>
<p>The past few weeks of the semester have started badly and have been getting worse. Over break, I began to dread returning to school and ever since the semester started I have been sinking deeper and deeper into turmoil (I’m not sure whether to call it depression or despair or an existential crisis or something else). The first week I made a distinct point of doing something for myself, and I joined the town/gown chorus, which is probably the one thing I’ve been thoroughly enjoying. Everything else has been falling apart. </p>
<p>My entire life, I have always been motivated, and that has always driven me to succeed despite my intense dislike of homework and the educational system in general. My entire college career, I have only received As and one A-. This semester, though, I have started off badly for no apparent reason. My mind is just utterly in a fog and when I think about doing work I get distressed. Sometimes I even start to cry. I failed this week’s physics lab quiz, and I’ve gotten 5/10 and 7/10 on my calc II quizzes, falling in the range of average or below average. In fact, after the first quiz my professor told us that if we scored around my range on the quiz or below, we should drop the class because we will fail. It’s so bizarre because I haven’t failed anything since middle school, and even that was a bogus quiz in shop that we weren’t told about and didn’t really count for anything. Plus, the second calculus quiz I legitimately studied for, and then when it was in front of me, I thought I did it all right but when I got it back it was riddled with silly errors that I did not find even though I checked my work several times over. On the physics quiz, I stared at it for what felt like ages and I couldn’t even seem to figure out what the questions were asking. </p>
<p>I have never knowingly come to class without my homework done that I can recall before this semester, but now when I sit down to do my homework I just can’t seem to focus at all. I feel overwhelmed, and what’s more, I’m beginning to feel like this is all pointless. Right now, I’m just in a funk, feeling like if I hate what I’m doing in college so much, no matter what I’m doing, then I’ll probably hate my career too and by extension most of my life. </p>
<p>At least once a day in class I come to the verge of tears because I feel stupid and behind, and yet I can’t seem to work up the motivation to be more proactive about it anymore. To do so, I would have to give up all of the things that provide me with some amount of respite from the anxiety and discontent that I’m feeling the majority of my day, like having a long shower or watching a TV show that I really like. Even then, those are the general high points of my average day which isn’t helping either. It seems like each day, I drag myself out of bed into the freezing air, after having much less sleep than I want to or should have, trek through the cold to get to the bus, go to classes, microwave lunch/cold sandwich, more classes, microwave dinner, shower, attempt to do homework, procrastinate, cry, do homework, don’t finish it because it is 2 in the morning and I’m passing out, rinse, repeat. I know that I just have a crappy attitude about life and I have no reason to be unhappy, but I don’t know how to fix it. </p>
<p>I’ve already gone to the counseling center, but my appointment is not until Monday (which will be two weeks after the day that I finally became so distraught that I felt like I could not handle things on my own anymore.) Weekends have been temporary reprieves from it all, as I spent one with friends and the other with my boyfriend since the start of semester, but come Sunday night I’m overwhelmed again. It’s weird because I’ve been with my boyfriend for 4 and a half years, I’m used to only seeing him once every couple weeks, and usually when he has to go I’m not thrilled about it but I’m okay. Now, when he leaves I just absolutely break down and cry because I feel so desperately lonely. I haven’t made any friends since I started at this school, and my friends from Ithaca really don’t acknowledge that I exist. Pretty much, I have a few friends locally from high school, but most are at my boyfriend’s college and I really don’t see them that often. </p>
<p>I guess the thing that’s been bothering me the most is that I feel absolutely trapped in this situation. I don’t have a choice but to keep going to classes and miserably struggling through homework at a school I’m not thrilled with because if I try and take a gap semester, write the novel I’ve always dreamed of writing, spend some time working in the real world and get some motivation to really suck the marrow out of the college experience, I will lose my health insurance, and my parents cannot afford to support me. I’m just getting to the point where I can’t deal with school and trying to maintain a long distance relationship when it gets harder and harder to be apart and then all of the family stuff that I’m only just beginning to understand. I’ve really tried to be proactive in changing things for the better. I transferred schools, I joined an EC, I moved into my grandma’s house to get away from my home situation, I changed my major, and yet things feel worse than they ever have. What’s more, is I feel absolutely rotten being this whiny about my situation. I’m fully aware that my life is not at all rough by comparison. I’ve been told this perspective my whole life by my parents who had horrible childhoods and now spend every day working jobs they hate to make ends meet. </p>
<p>If anyone has somehow managed to make it through all that whiny drivel, do you have any advice as to what I can do to try and make this situation more livable? I’m at my wit’s end and I don’t want to mess up my GPA because I’m too weak-willed to do everything.</p>