Posts Tagged ‘midterms’
So you’re shocked that it’s already December, excited for
Christmas peppermint season, and—oh, right—dreading the next few weeks of finals, term papers, and problem sets. If you’re of the all-nighter variety, you’ve probably gotten a grip on your patterns and let them inform your behavior…not. If you’ve ever been the last one in Butler 406, you know this timeline all too well.
7:02 p.m. Resign myself to the fact that I have not planned well at all for this essay. Finish the last of the Mellowcreme pumpkins (yeah, you know, those candy corn pumpkins that are so much better than the regular candy corn) in my room. Halloween was barely a month ago, so they’re not too old yet…right?
7:31 p.m. Venture to Westside for a “real dinner.”
7:51 p.m. Buy a brisket dinner from the elusive “Maria” who makes all of Westside’s prepared food. Who is she, and why doesn’t Columbia Dining poach her from Westside?
8:08 p.m. Enjoy my “homemade” Westside dinner in front of “30 Rock.” How can I eat while also typing? It seems impractical. Might as well enjoy the next one to four episodes of my repeated TV binge and just go to Butler later.
9:24 p.m. Finally consider heading over to Butler. But wait, how will I nourish myself? I should pack some snacks.
9:30 p.m. Discover I have already eaten all my snacks except two lonely Nutri-Grain bars. Stick those in my bag and begin the long–well, not long, but lonely–walk to the But.
10:30 p.m. Finally find a seat that fits my strict criteria: decent Wi-Fi, food allowed, and doesn’t smell like any part of the human body.
Yesterday, an e-mail on behalf of National Novel Writing Month popped into my inbox.
“Dear Burgeoning Novelist,” it said. “I’m writing to tell you I need you. I’ve been swirling around in the breathtaking labyrdinths of your unconscious mind for a while now, and I’m itching to leap into the world. The only way I can come out, though, is if you commit to writing me in November.”
It was signed off with a simple, “Your Novel.”
At 13, I was working on a full-length novel for the first time. I never finished that novel and abandoned my next one at just shy of 25,000 words. I had been writing that one just before I came to college.
The e-mail reminded me of how long it has been since then. But though I want to restart, I know that I have too many papers, midterms, and other college-related commitments to spend this November writing. I closed the e-mail and went onto the next one.
The girl I was when I wrote my college essays dreamt of changing the world through scientific research, writing and other lofty aspirations. I had some trepidation, sure, but because the future was far enough away, I could ignore it and dream of great things.
Somewhere along the way, I settled into a routine and stopped dreaming dreams of greatness. Where I used to think about changing the world, now I only hope to make a positive difference. More »
Welcome to the best and worst part of your semester—midterms. Best in the sense that its the first of many (and we mean many) moments here at Columbia when life may seem like an endless search for a seat in Butler at 9 p.m. However, luckily for you we have compiled a list of must-eat snacks for the energetic and happy student!
1. Goldfish and Chex Mix
This mix of salty goodness will keep you entertained and full during your time in the library. Buy in bulk at Morton Williams or Westside, and always keep a ziplock mix handy!
I remember my freshman year, during our first CC ’14 Lit Hum class in Roone Arledge Auditorium, Christia Mercer called out the accomplishments of my classmates. Among us were Olympic athletes and award-winning scientists. Countless editors-in-chief and class presidents. Thousands of the most interesting individuals to be found. We are all winners.
Quitting is not in our vocabulary.
Last week, I made the decision to drop my sixth class. As a double major who studied abroad, this was no easy decision to make—I’ve been used to taking six classes or having an internship for most of college. I’ve been used to thriving in an environment where deadlines supersede sleep. More »
So, there I was, sitting and pondering how one-sided my relationship with the library truly is. I thought, maybe, just maybe, I could win over the love(s) of my life with a few haikus.
Rather than devoting my time to my midterms, I devoted my time to the meter that would bring me true love.
Always there for me
Spending our nights together
Hold me, 209
Too weak to hold books
Quite a deceiving façade
Study? Not in Low.
While in the midst of two papers, a midterm, and a discussion post, there’s nothing better than the perfect playlist to help you push through your stress. There are a few elements which I consider necessary for my midterm soundtrack—something calm but still upbeat, and something that can easily blend into the background of my studying. This playlist fits the bill!
Click here to listen to a Spotify version of the playlist, and read on to find out why we picked these songs:
“Seaside” — The Kooks
The top YouTube comment on this song reads “this song ends far too soon for my liking.” I agree.
“Boy with a Coin” — Iron and Wine
You can’t go wrong with some Iron and Wine. I have a soft spot for acoustic guitar during a study session, and Sam Beam gets it right. More »
Today marks the start of a new month, Caffeine Awareness Month. As I’m sure most of you will agree, this hits entirely too close to home. As the weeks go by, my coffeemaker threatens more and more to leave me. Or maybe that’s just me. If you’re worried about your caffeine addiction, there’s a Caffeine Risk Test for that.
All addictions aside, go ahead and check out these fantastic articles while you drink your first (or fifth) cup of coffee:
Read this: Mehr Ansari’s writes a poignant piece about the loss of her mother and enduring grief.
Know this: On Thursday, Faculty House workers voted to authorize a strike. This decision was fueled by the impending end of workers’ contracts and health insurance on March 31.
Here’s more: It’s here, what you’ve been waiting for… It’s Columbia Spectator’s Baseball Supplement. Included inside the supplement is a season preview, interviews, and a look into past baseball seasons.
Every semester I try to take something new and interesting. You know, to broaden my horizons.
Each semester, my grades in each of these “out of my comfort zone” classes have gotten worse and worse. It’s made me panic about my life, but it’s also made me think.
I was taking an accounting class with Webster. He gave us all the slides for the semester, his lectures were clear, the homeworks were very straightforward, and you could bring a cheat sheet to the tests.
I managed to get a 10/10 on every homework. However, after missing a ton of class for the Jewish holidays, I bombed my first test. No matter, I thought, I could still do well in the class.
If I did well on the next test, which I felt confident I would, then I could still pull through with a reasonable grade. So when the next test rolled around, I studied by brains out. I walked into the test feeling like I could take on the world.
But midway through the test things started going south. My balance sheet and other calculations did not add up. In accounting, if you do one calculation wrong, the entire problem compounds on itself.
Midterms are upon us, which means it’s the time of the semester when Columbia stops feeling like my favorite place in the world, and gradually morphs into that big blurry blob of sleepless nights that has, by now, become so familiar.
The treadmill effect begins to sink in: I swear I’m running hard but the work keeps coming and I’m not getting anywhere. If, in the last few days, you’ve found yourself pondering the meaning of life five times the usual amount, I think it’s only natural.
I also think it’s healthy to think about death every once in a while, to remind ourselves that we are the age we are (in other words, yolo). Today I almost got run over by a bus in my anxious need to economize my travelling time to Butler, so I started thinking about what would happen if I died. I wondered if I’d have any legacy—some essay or special letter I wrote that would float around after I was gone and make people sad and nostalgic. More »
The joke goes:
How many Columbia students does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Seventy-six. One to change the light bulb, fifty to lead a protest about the light bulb’s right not to be changed, and twenty-five to lead a counter-protest.
Indeed, we Columbians are often recognized (either in admiration or in derision, depending on whom you consult) as the most politically active, left-leaning student body in the Ivy League.
And there is truth to this recognition. We do have a history of political movements on our campus, the most recent of which left Low Steps decorated with student protestors on both sides of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.