The Art of Complaining

Truthfully, I’m not a big complainer. Sure there are a lot of things I don’t love, but I really try to not complain if I can help it. I find that it spends a lot of my energy and usually leaves me in a worse mood than I was when I started. However, since it is our assignment AND since (as I’ve mentioned probably a hundred times throughout this class) I am completely unartistic and visually uncreative, there's no way I can rant except through some big paragraphs. For the incoming rant, to make it a little more interesting, I am attempting to employ hyperbole and lots of exaggeration, and sarcasm. This way, I feel as though I am still trying to think outside the box (by my standards) but still actually having fun and using a little humor while completing the assignment as it's meant to be.

As predictable as the incoming rant is, I need to get it off my chest. This semester, this year of virtual learning has been absolutely horrifyingly atrocious. Sure, a lot of it comes down to my completely abysmal time management skills-- it seems like this semester was painstakingly slow, but yet excruciatingly fast (and I am currently behind on seemingly every deadline I have)-- but some of it can absolutely be attributed to the circumstances and ignorance that many of my professors seem to have. Sure it's been over a year of online school, that doesn’t mean I’ve adjusted, or that it's easier for me, or anything like that. It is still really draining and exhausting and hard to be motivated for all of my classes and all of the outside work that comes with them. Every time I log onto zoom I consider that to be a big win for myself because it would be so much easier to just ignore it and go frolic through a meadow somewhere (or go watch Netflix, but the same idea).

Even worse, no spring break this semester. I didn’t even want to travel anywhere, didn’t even want to go lay by the beach. No, I just wanted to go to my home, pet my dog, and sit on the couch and have my dinner made for me by my parents. But NO! The university decided that the equivalent of 1 week of pure bliss is 3 random weekdays off throughout the entire semester. Let me tell you, they are NOT equivalent! Aside from the fact of the matter that one day is hardly a break. One day, in the middle of the week, in the middle of a stressful semester just means you're basically stuck doing homework all day. So not really much of a break at all. If by some chance the University of Illinois administration happens to stumble upon this blog, all I ask for you to take away from this is PLEASE NEVER REPLACE SPRING BREAK WITH 3 DAYS EVER AGAIN!

And quite frankly (if it wasn’t clear enough)? I am TIRED!!! I just want to sleep for the next 2-3 business days and wake up renewed and revived and schools over and it's 80 degrees and sunny! But I can’t even fall asleep and stay asleep for a normal night (Off-topic, but come on! What's the deal with that?). I know I’m not alone, since we are at that point in the semester when everyone is on edge, holding onto a thread. And sure, misery loves company, but wouldn’t it be better if the company wasn’t miserable at all? And we were all just hanging out having fun? It seems like everything is a chore, from doing homework to cooking to sleeping, I truly cannot wait for May 14th. I am confident that when midnight hits and the night transitions from the 13th of May to the 14th, all of my problems will simply alleviate; completely disappear in a big bright poof, and I’ll be transported to a tropical island and be drinking out of a coconut.

Alright, I am a realist, and I know my life won’t instantly be the luxurious fantasy I just described; I know it will sure feel a heck of a lot better when May 14th rolls around and I am completely done worrying about school for the next 3 months. Having more than a random Wednesday off (thanks to wellness days) is bound to do the body good. So long story short, I am tired, in need of a break, and desperately looking forward to the end of the semester, and the beginning of a relaxing summer.