Stress by Hayden Budofsky

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     The day was September 2nd, 2019, 11:30 EST. I lied there in my bed, staring out at the magnificent crescent moon, its irradiant light thrown out upon my face. Well aware that I would have to get up in six hours, I rolled over and tried to close my eyes, but to no avail. My mind was a whirlwind of impractical thoughts, churning around like a raging cyclone.
        "Was my summer work satisfactory? How do I get to the history wing again? I don't need my student ID, do I? What's my math teachers name again? Oh my God, did I forget to charge my Chromebook!?" 
     I miraculously was able to fall asleep around two and a half hours later (fantastic), granted I did need two cups of coffee to keep me going the next day.
    As I write this blog post, I keep asking myself why it was like this. Why was I so stressed out? I mean, I knew the school's layout perfectly, all of my friends were the same, a lot of my classes had the same people, I knew most of the teachers beforehand, and most importantly, I was prepared material-wise. So why did I have any doubt in my mind that September 3rd would be a good day? I've been pondering this for the last week and a half, and I still have no definitive answer. I personally find school exciting and worth-while so that is what's positively baffling, the fact that I absolutely dreaded it for that one night.
    Then I realized something. I had been able to relax and have fun for so long that summer, that most of the time I didn't even think about school being just around the corner. All my irrational fears that I had stored in the back of the brain had culminated mere hours before school started. And that's the funny thing, I'm not usually a stressed-out person. But I guess my brain just couldn't handle it for that one night.
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Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 29, 2019 at 11:36 AM

    I agree Hayden, summer was so fun and it was horrible when I realized that school was the next day.

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 29, 2019 at 9:04 PM

    Agreed. The school year crept up on me until the day before where I said to myself, "Wow. We actually have school tomorrow."

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2019 at 2:21 PM

    Have you ever really even gone to school if you haven't been able to sleep the night before school starts before your anxiety? But seriously, that happens to me every year but usually my pure adrenaline and nerves carries me through my sleep deprivation that first day.

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2019 at 7:35 PM

    The summer felt so fast. Why did it go so fast. A lot of stress came from the new school year and that sucks but also a lot of opportunity came as well.

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  5. DanielleOctober 1, 2019 at 6:46 AM

    It's also normal! I was a student for 17+ years and now I've been teaching for 17 years and I still get nervous the night before the first day and have trouble sleeping! It's just the start of something new!

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