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Sun glimmers on the green leaves

in front of the library.

Fingers fly over keys

human sounds: a cough,

mix with letters on screens.

The glass does not let any

wind through and

the dancing trees seem to be

kilometres away,

I want to be

outside

outside

outside,

the only green here

is the dot next to my name.

University, year one.

My first year at university is coming to an end, which feels bizarre to say. At the end of each academic (school) year I seem to lose my motivation. I long for vacation so much that I already act as if it had started. I have been reading a little bit about the mental state of the student and I find myself surprised how many burn-outs there are. Am I the only one feeling that I am not doing enough at all? (and still pass every subject up until now) Or is that part of the problem? If we constantly have the feeling that we are not doing enough, we might work until we try to find a moment, where we are satisfied with the amount of work we are doing, which is never. I think it has something to do with the way I was brought up. My father always said that I should do the best I can do, because to do more is simply impossible. Is this why I am so incredibly lazy?

I dread being lazy, but recently I found it to be positive as well. I see some of the students around me that are so stressed by exams that they cannot sleep anymore. That seems absolutely ridiculous, learning at university should not be something to feel nauseous about, it should excite you. Yes, exams can be quite stressful and I am not saying that I am never caught up in exam-stress, however, I decide to not let it rule my life, because it is simply not worth it. The good grade is not worth the nausea, sleep deprivation and nervousness.  I would rather study a little bit less and be more effective, or just study less and be more healthy. The stress levels university students reach seem insane to me.

I know that it is not that easily done. I work once a week, do a university course that is fairly light when talking about workload and I am not in any sports teams. I have made it easy for myself and the result is that I am more than often bored, which is the other end of the spectrum. Of course, that is not ideal, that is why I am starting a second bachelor next year, however, even next year I will not have sleepless nights because I needed to finish studying for that exam; that cannot be the way we receive our bachelors diploma.

I don’t know if the stress and burn-outs have gone up, because more people decided to speak up about, or because life as a student is a lot more stressful now, than fifteen years ago, but it is worrisome nonetheless. A burn-out at any age is horrible, but in our twenties we should be figuring things out: ourselves, our future, our passions. We should have the space and time to do just that. We should be full of energy and hungry to learn more about the world. Education seems to have lost its core goal: educating people. It has turned into a diploma serving machine, as without a diploma it is almost impossible to function in this society. The consequences of this, are not only that diplomas are becoming more and more worthless (and to be the top, people thus have to work twice as had), but also that the level at universities falls drastically.

So, what is a solution? How can students prevent themselves from having a burn-out while still receiving a valuable education. The only thing I can think of, is to slow down the pace. Give students more time to make mistakes, let them plan their own time, give them the freedom to show up to class, or to not at all, but do not kick them out immediately if they do not. When arriving at a university we are all still children. Give us more time for mistakes during our student years. I am aware that this is expensive, so I propose another option. Do not pressure us to go to university. I recently spoke to a guy from Sweden, who told me that in Sweden it takes students years to go to university. The pressure to study immediately after school does not exist there. What is the point in studying if you are not truly committed to your subject? We should slow down our rush to want to study and first make some mistakes. Get some experience in the work field, do some internships (and be accepted at these internships!) Know what the ‘outside’ world looks like, before specializing in a field. With that I do not mean go find yourself in Australia, because I do not believe that backpacking in Australia is going to provide you with many answers, but try something creative. Make music, write stories, try to set up a business. Do all the things you might not have time for when you are going to study and eventually work. Universities will not run away, your youth will. And it is quite nice to avoid a burn-out, right?

The world has no space for me

I close my eyes, but not simultaneously as if the right side of my body has gotten the signal just a millisecond later. I like it when that happens, it makes me look a little bit tired, a little bit done with everything. The people around seem to be laughing and I can hear myself talking to them, but I cannot understand a word I am saying. Sometimes parties are the worst place to be, especially when you are sober. That is never a cool thing to admit, is it? Our society has integrated alcohol so deeply into our rules that apparently we need to intoxicate ourselves in order to have fun at party. I hear some people speaking to me, but their speech has become filled with beer and it is very uncomfortable to listen to. I have sworn to myself that I am not getting that drunk again, for at least a month, not after… I think it is time for me to leave this party, there are no inspiring people to meet her, no cute boys I see here, just people whose breaths will become worse and worse as the night turns into morning. I sneak out of the backdoor without saying a word to anyone and get into my car. It feels as if I am not allowed to exist, as if the world just does not seem to have space for me, so it lets me live, but does not let me experience anything. I need to stop believing in things like that, life is what I make of it and I making very little of it. I used to be so hungry for everything, but today my eyes can’t even close at the same time. Blinking seems too much effort and I like it! I am not getting drunk today, I am most certainly not getting drunk alone. Life feels flat, there is no reason to drink alone. I often wish I would get my heart broken, well I wish there would be someone there to break my heart, but if that would happen I would at least be living. I would know that I would be alive, because I would be experiencing things. I should go more out of my comfort zone I guess, but I don’t really know how. Talk to people, right? Parties seem to make me feel as if I am on a meat market and again I promised that I wouldn’t be drunk anymore. I guess it is about confidence, right? It is about just going up to someone and making the conversation interesting, but… I think I am just lazy, that has always been the answer. I seem to not care enough, how can I care so little? I close the door behind me as I enter the house I was born in. My parents did not change a thing, my room still looks the same and I can almost hear my sixteen year old self screaming at me for not ‘following my dream’. I have recently been reading about realism, I think my sixteen year old self would have enjoyed that. No, actually she would have thought it would be bullshit, but then again my sixteen year old self had no real clue what money entails and what taxes are and how expensive everything is. I don’t mean to be cynical, I really enjoy my life overall, but it all feels a little beige. My phone lights up and I see that Belle is calling, I answer.

“What is up, love?”

“Nothing much”, I smile, I love her.

We talk for a little while and she instantly puts me in a good mood. I let myself fall onto the bed and fall asleep quickly.

The sun wakes me up and I hate myself for not changing in more comfortable clothes yesterday night. Did I drink? No I did not? Why do I feel like I drank something? I throw a dress on and walk downstairs, open the door and check if the newspaper has been delivered. I look over to the neighbours when all of a sudden I see there: Ethan. My childhood best friend. We look at each other. What are the odds that we are both visiting our hometown at the same time. We smile at each other, the last time I saw him was ten years ago, long before puberty. I cannot believe he is standing here, what is he doing here? Is he my parents neighbour? I walk up to him, he smiles and I follow his example.

Update

I have been very busy, just not on here! In the beginning of April I released a song which has been so lovely! It is very peculiar to see your own music available everywhere, but I have gotten some very lovely comments and it has been a very positive experience overall. Throughout the entirety of April I wrote a poem everyday and posted it on my instagram account. They’re all up there if you want to take a look:

@babettehelena_s

Otherwise I have been busy with university and I really need a summer vacation. I am excited to read books again that I want to read and to not think about secondary sources for at least two months! But I guess I will survive until july!

X

Getting ready

My feet are steady on the ground. I am not nervous, not today. Today I am feeling confident and ready for the world, however, the world seems to disagree with me. I look up, the dark clouds give me energy, the sizzling ions create an atmosphere filled with excitement, but I dread the drips that are falling down. I dread how cold I am going to be in a minute. Every fiber in my body wants to conquer the world today. I look around me and see that the spot where my bike is supposed to be is empty. Somebody stole it, of course somebody did. I jog to the tram station, only to discover that it just left. I will be a little bit late, but I am still ready, I am okay with waiting fifteen minutes. The sky screams and a lightning flash follows quickly. It feels as if there is going to be apocalypse, it feels as if something is going to happen soon. A few thunders later I see the tram arriving and I get in. It is full and the wetness of all the coats create a smell of wet dogs. I am pressed in between a thirteen year old with very loud music and a very fat man that seems to be sweating on me. How is he sweating in this weather? I close my eyes and try to ignore the boisterous world for a minute, I am ready for today, nothing will change my mind-set. In the twenty minute tram ride it seems to get only fuller, which is why I cannot get out when I have to and thus miss my stop. It does not matter, I can walk five minutes back to my original stop. The dark blue of the sky is starting to get more and more black. Another lighting flash almost blinds me, when I finally enter the building. I am half an hour late, but that is okay. I quickly walk to the room and sit in the back, while I listen to a very slow professor. He is talking about a book I have not read and it takes me a while to understand that I read the book we are supposed to read next week. Every time it thunders the whole room is silent and the professor completely loses his train of thought, which is why we had to start over about ten times. I am ready for today, my hands are steady, my hands are dry. The lecture ends after what felt like ten hours and I walk to the café. The guy comes in, it thunders. Rain is pouring down and he is soaked, as am I, by the way. He smiles and I do the same. He sits down, I move my feet, and give him a kiss on his cheek. “Hi”, I say. “Hey”, he says. It thunders again, lightening flashes again, the sky is screaming at me, the sky is crying, but I am here and am I ready.

I don’t want to
write about
the weight of
the air,
but it is
just so
heavy,
it pushes
my eyelids down.

Do I give more
than I take
or get?
Or is that just an
image I like.

I have forgotten everything
What do I like again?

I have become
static and
the world is
boisterous.
I don’t want to
write about
my life
underwater,
but what is there
to write about,
besides my feelings?

Do I take more
than there is?
I am forgetting
how to live
Am I becomming
a narcissist?

Why do I need so much?
Why is a clear sky not enough?

The air is too
heavy
can someone
carry it
with me
please?
Or do I then
carry
twice as much?

I am on pause
I don’t take anything
at all
yet I take everything
there is.

Why is the air so heavy?
Shouldn’t things be light underwater?

I don’t want to
write about myself
yet I can’t stop
writing about
myself.

I am taking
and getting
all there is.

Why is it not enough?
Why is it never enough?

I don’t want to
write about
the weight of
the air,
but it is
just so
heavy

Unanswered maybe.

Let me talk to you. Should we forget she exists, for a minute? You couldn’t do that, she fills your head, like I wish I could. We have a certain vibe though, you can see that, can’t you? Let me talk to you, I like having you around. I laugh a little more when you’re here. Do I sound desperate yet? Do you know? I want to kiss you. I don’t want to keep wishing you are real. What I see is not a dream or a wish I want so bad that I tricked myself into believing it is real.
From my side there is something here, I don’t know how it is for you. But ‘it’ wasn’t or isn’t enough, or you don’t realize ‘it’. She is thinner, prettier, mabye it is easier with her.
Or you just don’t like me like that.
But let me talk to you, let me tell you something.
I don’t think I miss you. You are an unanswered maybe. A ‘what could have been’. A ‘what if’, that I have never pursued. I am too late now.
But maybe that is fine. Maybe a little mystery does not harm anyone, at all.
Let’s not talk about it,
Let me talk to someone else.