Super grateful for this…NOT. (Photo Credit: Emma Silva)

Emma Silva, Supervising Editor

We are entering the worst part of the school year. Seniors are either rushing to cram in a few more applications before the latest deadlines, or waiting anxiously to hear back from schools. Finals are approaching, and the homework and quizzes double.


Personally during this time of year, I tend to get a little bit anxious (if you see me around campus with super greasy hair, mascara remnants under my eyes, and a soul crushing expression on my face– MIND YOUR OWN BUISNESS.  YES, THINGS ARE GOING TERRIBLY).

The face of a broken woman. (Photo Credit: Anna Jordan)

Several people have recommended that I take a moment to reflect on the things I am grateful for when I am feeling this way. By nature, I am deeply negative and sardonic, so I figured we would take on this little journey together.


What am I grateful for? Hmm…


I can tell you one thing I am not grateful for: the lunch line downstairs. I mean, my day will be going just horribly. It’ll be nine in the morning and I’ve already faced four crises, and all I will want is a crisp DC (that’s what us Diet Coke girlies call Diet Coke). I get down there, and the line is so long you’d think they’re holding Harry Styles in there for a meet-and-greet.


And you can bet your sorry bottom that I am not grateful for the heinous amount of supplementals I’ve been writing. I have developed a revolting pain in my pointer finger from the inhumane amount of typing I’ve been doing. My poor phalanges. They don’t deserve this.


I guess I am thankful for the educational opportunities I have been given. Actually I take that back. If I was never taught how to read, I wouldn’t have to try to decipher “Hamlet” (Colleges if you are reading this, this is purely comical. Please allow me to further my academic pursuits at your institution, preferably for free).


I would love to say that I am grateful for this cold weather, but honestly, I am sick of wearing tights under my skirt. It throws off my whole morning routine.


Honestly, it seems like there is nothing to be grateful for. From dust we came, and to dust we shall return. We are just saggy bags of meat and bones.


But I guess I am grateful for my friends. And Matty Healy. And Harry Styles.


And bagels. And Diet Coke.


Maybe there are a few things that make my continuous suffering worth it.


But definitely not supplementals or the lunch line.


Those things haunt my nightmares.