i know i think i’m overly special, but i do think that of most of my friends, i would think i’d be one of the first to be academically burnt out at the end of this year.
i started off college burnt out, in need of a gap year, but too afraid and weak to demand to my parents that i needed one. but something happened last year - the reason i started to back away from newspaper - i started to like learning. the challenge, the struggle, the accomplishment of figuring out each math proof, even if it took hours of tutoring and major help to get through. it was a subject my peers and i knew was difficult, something society viewed as difficult, and something i could understand.
i took classes last summer - digital photography and investigative journalism and data analysis and forecasting - to fulfill my distributional credits, and these were the classes that really taught me the value of this liberal arts education - the reason i started to be glad i was at yale.
so now i’ve been in classes since fall of sophomore year. and i would be ready to do another summer of classes if i didn’t have an internship already. i’m not burnt out - i’m happy academically (a little stressed, but happy), socially, and mentally. i’m happy, and i’m satisfied.
it’s a good thing that i’ve started to truly like learning and classes for the first time possibly ever. after all, that’s what grad school is like