(Photo courtesy of Alberto G. on Flickr under CC license)
(Photo courtesy of Alberto G. on Flickr under CC license)

By SARAH LEWIS, Editor-in-chief

If there is one thing I’m good at, it’s jumping to conclusions. Usually, it’s the wrong conclusion. No matter how many times my assumptions are proved false I can’t help but make them time and time again.

I’m the type of person who hopes for the best but expects the worse, no matter what. I guess I just can’t help it. Even if I know that something is perfect, and I have basically no reason to believe otherwise, my negativity sets in and makes me panic that something bad is going to happen.

Every time I end up looking like a MORON after making an incorrect hypothesis, without fail I always think, “Is this real life?”
I’m really good at convincing myself that I’m going to fail tests. No matter how hard I study, I always run around screaming after a test, “I’VE FAILED. I MIGHT AS WELL DROP OUT OF COLLEGE AND FORGET ABOUT EVER GETTING A DEGREE.”

Two weeks ago I had a French exam that I was frantically awaiting. I studied for what seemed like years. I holed myself up in my bedroom with my book, a French dictionary, and a pile of flashcards higher than my nightstand. My parents would open my door, shove a plate of food and thermos of coffee into my room and run. I’m scary when I study, and everyone in my house tries to avoid me when I’m doing my homework…not that I blame them. I’m either crying or really angry, and if you’re lucky, it might be both emotions at once. Needless to say, I was a shadow of myself after studying for an entire weekend.

The test came on Tuesday, and as soon as I walked out of the classroom, I had already convinced myself that I’d failed. It was then that I began telling the world I might as well drop out of school. Not only am I good at jumping to conclusions, but clearly I’m an extremely talented exaggerator. It was a week of self-torture before I got my test back. Surprise, surprise readers, I didn’t fail…I actually got a B.

Since then, I’ve really been trying to take life as it comes and not automatically assume the worse. It’s one thing to have fears regarding tests or class assignments, but I have a problem assuming that my friends are always mad at me or that people who clearly like me, don’t. I guess I’m just a picnicker.

It’s time for me to give you guys a little advice, even if I have trouble taking it myself, but I’ll try if you try. Don’t worry about every little thing. Let life happen instead of worrying about what is going to happen.

I know all about stressful situations, but try to be logical. Don’t give yourself anxiety about something just because you’re assuming it’s going to be bad. In reality, I’ve only ever failed a few tests, so why should I freak myself out? I know my friends don’t hate me, and if people don’t like me I’m going to brush my shoulders off because it is what it is. Ninety-nine percent of my problems are the ones I believe exist, but they really don’t. I think it’s time for me to look into yoga or something.