Blogger: Maddy Farkas
Well, folks, a lot has happened since the last time I wrote a blog post. I cut my own hair (no one could tell), I got married (to the art of making schedules), and I turned 21 (much less exciting than you would expect). I met the cast of Criminal Minds when they filmed at Oxy. I officially moved into a house for the school year. I found a sweatshirt at Goodwill with an image of a cat playing Bingo (my best find to date). The past few months have been wildly busy for me, which is why I’m now having trouble condensing it all into one succinct post that makes sense. It’s difficult to choose one facet of my life to focus on because everything is of equal importance. Except my cat. She is the most important of all. But I’ll save that conversation for a different type of blog.
When people used to ask me how my semester was going, as adults love to do when you’re a college student, I used to simply respond “good” in hopes that the conversation would end there and I could leave and get my four hours of sleep. But now I have finally seemed to pull my life together enough to warrant an actual response to that question. Now when I’m asked how I’m doing, I have the perfect response that isn’t a fabricated lie!
Stranger, or my mom: “Hi Maddy! How is your semester going?”
Maddy: “Well, Mom, I have finally found the perfect balance of everything in my life where I am constantly busy but never stressed.”
Mom: “Wow. Isn’t that spectacular! Let me buy you that razor scooter you asked for twelve years ago, in honor of your success!”
Maddy: “I couldn’t let you—well, ok…”
(I know you’re reading this, Mom. Hoping this inspires some Black Friday purchases next month.)
As I write this blog post I keep thinking about all of the things I have to do for each of my classes, for my job, for my internship, for my clubs. The to-do list seems endless. In reality, some of these things may not get done. Fourteen year-old Maddy would drop her jaw if she read that. But twenty-one year-old Maddy laughs and puts on another episode of Dance Moms. I think the most important thing I have taken away from my time at Oxy so far is that only you know what is best for you, and only you know your limits. And it is important to acknowledge when you’re tired, and when you’re wrong, and when you can’t do something alone. Ask for help. Take breaks. Go to the taco truck twice a week. Learn to know yourself and respect yourself, and with that will come the ability to manage your life and learn to live happily and with minimal stress. Sure, I could be doing twenty other things right now, and sure, they need to get done soon. But I’ve learned to pick my battles and accept that perfection is 1) not real, and 2) never a good end goal. Right now, I’m satisfied with just being happy.
All of that to say, senior year is coming together like a beautiful 1000 piece puzzle. Eventually a beautiful image will be revealed, but in the meantime I am slowly piecing it all together at an appropriately rational pace. And each of those puzzle pieces is a class, or an extracurricular activity, or a professor, or a friend.
And if I’m low on sleep, it’s not because I was up all night writing a paper but because I was yelling at Abby Lee Miller for not giving Holly’s daughter a solo that highlights her strengths as a dancer. I mean, come ON!