Let me preface this article by making sure everyone is aware that I am not an English major, and it is a miracle that I passed my written portfolio. I would appreciate it if no one gave me any crap for my writing style. Peace and Blessings.
Q: I’m only a sophomore and I feel like I have Senioritis. What do I do?
A: Well first of all, let me start off by saying that most people tend to feel that way this time of the year. It doesn’t matter what classification you are. Real talk … it sucks. The majority of us would rather sleep in until noon and watch Netflix all day. Instead, our reality includes waking up at 8 a.m. and pretending to be interested in a subject. To be honest there isn’t a good way to beat this feeling. I would suggest rewarding yourself for things such as going to class or doing your homework on time. For the most part though, I just tell myself to suck it up. Think about it this way: We only have about a few weeks left of school. That means that in a few weeks, all of this will be over with. I tell myself to suck it up because in a month, I’ll be in grad school and I can’t pull this crap. But real talk—hang in there and do the best you can.
Q: How the hell do I choose a major?
A: I am the queen of major changes. I have been just about every major in the catalogue. Choosing a major is one of the most difficult things that you will do at Millsaps. It basically determines the rest of your life. Choosing a major is all about finding something that you feel passionate about. My solution was scheduling all 8 a.m. classes and seeing which class I skipped the least. It turns out that I really liked “Intro. to Psychology.” I realized that if I was willing to get up at the crack of dawn to go to class, I probably liked it. In the end, it is all about what you are passionate about. I would suggest talking to Tonya Nations—that woman works wonders.
Q: How do I avoid having an outrageous bar tab?
A: This is probably one of the most annoying things ever. There you are, at the bar having a grand old time. One drink turns into five drinks. By the time you are ready to tab out you realize that each drink is $10 and some jerk decided to charge a few drinks to your tab. You are now out $75 for one night. Of course, you have to pay it, because walking out on a bar tab is a bad idea. The solution to this scenario is easy: Do not open a tab. I am a strict no-tab kind of gal. I equate bar tabs to PayPal. All you have to do is tell the bartender what you want and your last name and voila … you get a drink. The drunker you get, the easier it is to forget that you actually have to pay for these drinks at the end of the night. By having to get cash or your card out every time, it makes you even more aware of your actions. By creating a hassle for yourself, you are less likely to keep charging drinks. Just be warned, it might make the bartender a little sassy, so make sure you tip them well.