Filed under: College | Tags: all nighter, coffee, college, night, perks of college, shit list, slacking, sleep, Stress, work
College is excruciating. At least sometimes. Thankfully not always.
Every college student must master the ‘all nighter.’ While some students are better than others at planning out their studying and eating and internet surfing, it’s downright essential that everyone completes at least one, if not five, each semester.
Given my propensity to wait until the last minute (I’m convinced I work better under pressure,) I’ve pulled more than I can count. (Then again, my mind tries to block out the memories.) Tonight, for instance, I pulled an all nighter. An all nighter can only be considered excruciating, God awful, horrible pain when you reach that time when the caffeine makes you lightheaded, especially when you tilt your head a little to the left, and you feel as if the only way you could possibly keep your eyes open is by physically peeling your heavy eyelids open with your thumb-and-forefinger crane. Other than that, if you have an objective, a decent attitude and all the right materials, you can’t go wrong.
First things first: make a shit list. Make sure to write “SHIT LIST” in big letters at the top, and list everything that you need to do before the sunrises, in order of importance. Include check boxes next to each item so that way you can track your own progress. It will also help you feel accomplished once you can tick off ‘Read 6 chapters of macroeconomic theory’ at five AM (several hours after you began reading.) Little moral boosters like this are key to organization and a successful sleepless party for one.
Every all nighter needs all nighter provisions. What kind of caffeine source do you have? While coffee is your best bet, at most colleges, the coffee shop does close for the night. Lukewarm coffee is gross, so make sure you have a back up if yours gets nasty. I recommend Coke Zero.
None of the calories of regular cola and just as much caffeine. It won’t leave you shaking like Monster and other energy drinks. It’s also the cheapest option, making it great for sustained intake. Snacks are also key to all nighters. Screw your diet for one hot minute. If it’s sold in a vending machine, it is fair game. Snacks serve as a great motivational tool, and eating serves as a great way to reel you back in to your studies. Bring something and keep it handy for the two AM munchies. (It happens every time!)
You might not think to ask yourself “what am I wearing?” But this can make your all nighter all the more effective. Make sure you are comfortable. No pants that cut, shoes that make your feet ache, or distracting accessories like scarves. The less you have to worry about yourself, the better. Make sure you layer in case you break out in hot flashes from all your anxiety or the room is so frigid that you wonder if you’re inside a meat locker. The boy scouts say be prepared, and I tend to agree, at least when it comes to clothes.
Pick your spot. Make sure it’s familiar enough that you don’t want to explore, yet not so familiar that you know exactly where that TV is hidden and a great place to practice for the wastepaper basketball tournament. A clean space, with few distractions and a minimal level of noise is ideal. Extra points to places without internet access. That virtually eliminates all possible distractions! Remember- if you are going to stay up all night to finish something, you want to get it done! Picking a space is key to your success. Avoid bedrooms, friend’s apartments, cafeterias, and other high traffic/high distraction areas.
The most important preparation for your all nighter: bring all your books! If you think you could possibly need it for whatever you are working on all night, bring it with you. Trust me when I say that you are not going to want to walk a third of a mile through the cold to retrieve a notebook or file at 3:38 AM. The only way you’re going back to your room is to jump into that warm, inviting bed of yours. If you can show yourself you’re actually prepared, then you will help motivate yourself to work.
If all nighters were easy, they’d call them “You after a bottle of wine.” Okay, maybe not. But really, it is difficult to stay on track while pulling an all nighter. My solution: give yourself time to fool around. You can’t realistically work for 8 hours straight without stopping for air. Give yourself ten minutes here and there to check your email, blog, tweet, or buy more provisions. If you think you won’t get back to studying, bring an egg timer or set that obnoxious alarm on your cell phone to bring you back to reality and force you to get back to work.
This might seem a bit elementary. Why Katie, of course we should stay hydrated and focused and… wh-why would anyone wear pants that are too tight? Well, there’s one thing people always forget: college students are children. We really are. Tell us that there will be a cartoon marathon or that they are giving away free cookies somewhere, and we jump right on that shit. So, keep that in mind when you’re pulling an all nighter; the more basic logic you use, the better off you will be. So if I reward my inner child I will succeed? Uhm, yeah, something like that. Just try not to put yourself up against standards that cannot be achieved. If you think the ever dubious but always satisfying 8AM all nigher nap will do you good, then go for it. Sleep for ninety minutes before your first class. Kids nap. And I’ve never met a college student who didn’t love to sleep…
Filed under: College, Rants & Ridiculousness | Tags: Are you kidding me?, college, complaining, perks of college, Rant, Stress
Lately I have been preaching a lot of feel good this and that. Enjoying the small moments. Living for contentedness.
I don’t want to sound two faced when I say this.
But Jesus H. Christ, I just want to complain right now. God, I am unhappy and moderately miserable and very much pissed off. I want to bitch, whine, and complain with a cheap beer and a bottle of Jack. I want to throw things at brick walls, shout a neverending “Fuck” outside at the top of my lungs, and leap off a bridge… Into a large warm jacuzzi.
I feel like there isn’t enough coffee and ice cream to keep me from acting sane, normally, with civility.
If someone wanted to get into a boxing match right now, I would kick their ever living ass.
It is just one of those days, my friends.
With that being said, I also belief it is extremely helpful (and healthy) to get out your frustration with a variety of hyperbole, unhealthy consumption of food and drink, as well as to write scathing emails to, well, everybody. Fellow college students, especially lately, seem to totally understand my frustration. I don’t have to say a word- a piercing glare from down the hall will do- and they completely understand. They nod with approval, fist bump, and move along with their equally shitty day.
It’s the college code: don’t step on the feet of anyone who looks less than chipper. Let them ride out their angsty, wrathful afternoon. It will pass, and eventually they will step the fuck off. (Right?)
I like that. In high school, and at home, if you look mad, people are going to butt their nose into your business. Everyone has to know everything about everyone. But in college, no one assumes anything or asks any questions. If they really want to know what’s up, they will ask you later. If they really don’t care (which is usually the case and thank God!), they don’t ask any questions.
Bitch fit, pissy parties, and mental breakdowns are like animals at the zoo. You might watch for a little while, but usually you move on and do something more interesting, you know, that doesn’t involve animals in cages or zoos.
Tonight I am rip roaring angry as hell and I don’t want anyone to so much as look at me. People here are smart enough to know to leave me alone. Thank God for that.
Filed under: College | Tags: college, drinking, fast food, flirting, food, perks of college, procrastination, slacking, sleep, Villanova
College is great because I can indulge in my guiltiest pleasures and worst habits. I don’t necessarily exercise this perk to the fullest (although I have intentions of doing so in the future), but here are some of my favorite abuses.
- Drinking This seems obvious. It’s college. As I have mentioned before, Villanova isn’t exactly a party school, but I have indulged in a few alcoholic beverages since I’ve gotten here. Don’t kill me or anything,
Mom. - Procrastinating College is the best place to put shit off. In fact, it is a part of your day every single day. There is always something you can procrastinate on, from work, to cleaning, to laundry, to bathing, to eating, to sleeping… The list goes on. Pretty much, if it is a task, there will be people in college who procrastinate from doing it.
- Staying up late At least now I have a reason to stay up until unholy hours (I need to finish what I have been procrastinating on!) Exhibit A: It is 5:50 in the morning, and I have been awake since about noon- which was yesterday. Even the weekends provide time to stay up extra late, especially if your social life permits such activities.
- Screwing up my sleep I have had a nice history of doing so, but college has enabled fucky patterns even more so. I love it. Okay, that’s a lie, but sometimes it is nice to sleep all day. This goes hand in hand with staying up late.
- Eating unhealthy foods Because they don’t serve much else anyway! Pizza is available 24/7, and all the take out options are extra unhealthy, so really, if you want to be a fattie, you can.
- Flirting with people I should not be flirting with I really excel in this one. I can always find a grad school student, or some other bad catch to flirt with. Always. It’s almost as if I am a magnet for them. And, let me be honest- I enjoy every rotten minute of it. Wholeheartedly.
Filed under: College | Tags: college, Conolly Center, home, homesick, jam bands, music, perks of college, Villanova, Westfordia
I am not homesick. I never was, never will be, never could be. Some people hate leaving home. Some college kids are overwrought with homesickness. But that is NOT me. Not one bone in my body misses my hometown. I do not miss Westfordia.
Let me repeat: I do not miss Westfordia.
But, it’s nice to have simple reminders of home. I am not completely cold hearted or filled with angst for my town.
Tonight, the Conolly Center is hosting MicTober, one of a series of open mic nights, for musicians to play for their peers. I am totally enjoying listening to these amateurs play acoustic renditions of “Buy U a Drank” (a T-Pain favorite) and get up on stage to act a fool, or have some fun. It totally brings me back to Friday nights at the Parish and Indian Hill, supporting friends and local bands, jamming out for us all. Sometimes they were awful. I never had the heart to tell them. But I would show up regularly, like a good friend does, because it made them happy to see me dancing in the audience.
I don’t have any friends playing tonight, and I didn’t even realize this was going on until I showed up at Conolly to get myself a salad for dinner. But I am enjoying myself. I like this little taste of home. Even though the music is just for fun, I like thinking about the good times with my man Sal, or whoever else showed up at the Parish.

I’m not homesick.
I’m just having a little break, a little fun.
Filed under: College | Tags: breakfast, Calculus, college, Exams, failure, happiness, perks of college, Villanova
Last night I stayed up, worrying about my impending calculus exam. Functions, easy stuff, stuff i should remember from afternoons with Dave Delong. Stuff I am definitely rusty on.
Miriam, my professor, is a complete and total bonehead. A friend described her as the Michael Scott of the calculus department… No one knows how she got her job. Allegedly, she has been teaching here for 26 years. Granted, she could’ve fooled me, but this inefficient/ineffective manner of teaching certainly had me worried: is there any way I am going to pass this test?
My morning started horribly. I was exhausted from staying up so late, my congestion had taken hold of my body (again), and I just couldn’t get my act together. As I started walking toward class, my shins started throbbing. (side note: how does one deal with shin splints!?!?) As my toes crinkled in pain, I moped my way to my 8:30 calculus class, thinking about how gracefully I would set sail to fail.
I was two or three minutes late. Miriam was no where to be seen, and our graduate student corrector was there to administer the exam. (side note: Miriam totally gives more exams so she has more days off.) The test had JUST been passed out.
I grabbed a copy off her desk, slid into a seat, and leafed through the packet.
Size is misleading. There were only five questions.
I knew the answers to all of them.
Seven minutes later, I stood up and walked over to the grad student.
“is this really only five questions?”
“yup,” she replied.
I handed her my exam, grabbed my stuff, and walked out the door.
I had forty more minutes to do whatever I wanted, on a Friday morning. I also had a 100 under my belt as a significant part of my calculus grade. I didn’t fail- I passed with flying colors.
Perk of college #6- stupid teachers mean easy A’s.
Filed under: College | Tags: growing up, life, perks of college, Villanova
College is helping me become a less arrogant and less judgemental person. Things I assumed about others are being disproved all the time (like tonight when I visited a friend’s house in South Philly.) I suppose, in short, college Is helping me feel like less of a bitch. (It does, however, make me feel like more of a privileged, educated snot, but really, that should’ve happened a long time ago…)
College has also helped me feel like more of an adult. Some girls my age talk about not liking the way beer tastes or being afraid to ride the subway at night or about how they know nothing about football. I feel older.
I appreciate college because it makes me more aware of myself, my strengths, my weaknesses, how lucky I am… Just more self-aware period.
Filed under: College | Tags: college, free, happiness, newspaper, perks of college, Villanova, writing
There are free newspapers everywhere. The New York Times, USA Today, and the Philadelphia Enquirer are all in the dining hall. The Business School (Bartley Hall) has hundreds of copies of the Wall Street Journal. And because I’m a business school student, I can sign up for a free online version of the journal as well! Incredible.

God, I feel at home with the stacks.
Being the nerd that I am, I was worried I would have to pay for a subscription to a paper. I really enjoy reading the newspaper, even if it is only for twenty minutes. But I can get a paper, for free, whenever I would like.
I. Am. Thrilled.
SIDENOTE: I am joining one or both campus newspapers. One requires you to be selected/recruited/auditioned, if you will. The other one anyone can join. Let’s see how it goes….
Katie
Filed under: College | Tags: college, dining hall, food, perks of college, Villanova
Going to the dining hall for dinner with a bunch of girls, only to find yourself sitting at a table, talking to some hot guy you just met.

This is not going to get old.
Filed under: College | Tags: clothes, college, king of prussia mall, KOP, perks of college, shopping, Villanova
All my clothes are new clothes, because no one there has ever seen me wear them before.

Now if only I had enough space to keep my wardrobe as neat as this..
Not that I won’t be buying new clothes at the KOP, too, once I arrive….



