I really should be studying but I need a break.
So, I’m currently a freshman at Boston University. My major is Behavior and Health, which is a program designed to prepare one for graduate Occupational Therapy programs. My transition to college was wonderful, I made more friends that I’ve ever had in my life, loved my classes, felt smart and competent, and was probably the happiest I’d been since elementary school. I got a 3.85 GPA, things were stellar.
Then, second semester hit. I had a lot of free time first semester that made me anxious, so I decided to take on a lot more. I started volunteering in a research lab, got a second job, and joined a sports team. I greatly underestimated the challenge Anatomy would pose for me, and after the first test, which I did well on, I started to feel extremely overwhelmed. I was studying everyday for that class, seriously, but still not doing well on the succeeding tests. I felt incompetent and inferior to my peers, was crying ALOT, and felt extremely depressed.
Oh, but that’s just the beginning. One day, I was sitting in a class and people were talking about anatomy around me, and I just got very upset and emotional and started tearing up. This was a small seminar, about 20 people in the whole class. I was also supposed to make a presentation that day.
Earlier that day, news got out that a student, a freshman, committed suicide by jumping off the ninth floor of a building. I felt shocked and saddened but, BU being such a large school, never imagined that I would know the person. Well, during that class, my friend and roommate called me and then texted me to call her, saying it was urgent. I quickly asked to leave the room, called my friend, and she told me the news: it was our friend. I broke down and had my first public mental breakdown ever. It was arguably the worst day of my life. I don’t know what if I was only crying about my friend, or anatomy, or missing my brother, or feeling incompetent, or what. But I felt absolutely horrible. I had an anatomy test a few days later and didn’t do well, worsening my distress.
Three weeks later, I almost started to feel better. The school held a memorial for my friend, I went, felt a sense of closure, and wanted to finish the semester on a strong note. Then, literally the next day, I received an ominous text from my roommate, ran to my room (I had been on a run and legit sprinted a mile back), walked into the room and found she had attempted suicide. I went into such a furious rage. I screamed at her like I’ve never screamed at anyone in my entire life, yelling things like “was it beautiful to you!?!!” She ended up okay and is back now, but I still feel so angry at her and I can’t quite explain why. My group of friends seems broken, I’ll likely have to retake anatomy if I don’t perform well on the exam this week or my grade won’t be high enough for OT school, and I just feel pretty lost. BU is a great school, it really is, but I just can’t believe what this past month has been like. I mainly just needed to tell my story and get it off my chest.
I knew undergrad would be tough, but not in this way. I don’t even know what I’m more upset about, my roommate, my friend that’s gone, or my grades. I wish the best of luck to all of you entering college, but keep in mind the challenges you may face.
Thank you.