Guys so I genuinely dont understand how some of you all are studying 8-10 hours per day(including classes obv). Like I have coaching for 5 hours and then come back. The thing is I can study when my parents are at home, like almost the full day or Im jut doom scrolling. And i cant really ask them to stay at home just for me, so I dont know what to do.
The most daunting task upon entering a new classroom is choosing the table to sit down at. One wrong move and you might spend your whole year feeling out of place, looking at people enjoying at the table you are certain you belong at. Another thing to remember is that you can never change a table. A table talking about the new episode of the latest sitcom is not ready to listen to your complicated relationship with the color pink.
I have studied at the same school for my whole life, up until recently, when I agreed to move to a whole new state. Every time I have moved to a new class, I have seen the rotation of the same familiar faces. I know the context of every table before I make the world-ending decision. I know at which table I can talk about my undying love for Supernatural, where I can talk about the latest TSITP episode, where everyone secretly hates each other, etc.
Another interesting phenomenon I call the “Masala Box Effect” suggest as the table expands to incorporate various niches, the individuality of these niches dilutes. Just like when you add a whole box of masala into something and can no longer taste anything distinctly (tried and tested, btw).
As I was faced with the challenge of choosing the right table once again in my life, but with no previous context this time, I had to admit I failed. I chose a table where no one knew about Percy Jackson, had not watched The Mentalist, and did not share the same talkativeness that makes up my personality.
I looked behind that day for a minute, and dressed in continuous laughter, nostalgia, and relatable events of my life, I saw the perfect table. I came home that day, and due to my great gift of overthinking, played out in my mind the boring year I would have had ahead.
Nonetheless, the interesting thing about life is that every bad decision of yours can be solved with a little bit of uneasiness and confidence.
The next day, I walked to the perfect table and sat down. The table had room for only 6, so I took my loss and uneasiness and brought my own folding chair (figuratively). They initially thought the table was too crowded, perhaps, but got over it soon.
Sometimes you have to choose tables in life, sometimes you’re the one making them, but always remember, everyone coming to your table with a folding chair just made a leap of courage, make sure to appreciate it.
The most daunting task upon entering a new classroom is choosing the table to sit down at. One wrong move and you might spend your whole year feeling out of place, looking at people enjoying at the table you are certain you belong at. Another thing to remember is that you can never change a table. A table talking about the new episode of the latest sitcom is not ready to listen to your complicated relationship with the color pink.
I have studied at the same school for my whole life, up until recently, when I agreed to move to a whole new state. Every time I have moved to a new class, I have seen the rotation of the same familiar faces. I know the context of every table before I make the world-ending decision. I know at which table I can talk about my undying love for Supernatural, where I can talk about the latest TSITP episode, where everyone secretly hates each other, etc.
Another interesting phenomenon I call the “Masala Box Effect” suggest as the table expands to incorporate various niches, the individuality of these niches dilutes. Just like when you add a whole box of masala into something and can no longer taste anything distinctly (tried and tested, btw).
As I was faced with the challenge of choosing the right table once again in my life, but with no previous context this time, I had to admit I failed. I chose a table where no one knew about Percy Jackson, had not watched The Mentalist, and did not share the same talkativeness that makes up my personality.
I looked behind that day for a minute, and dressed in continuous laughter, nostalgia, and relatable events of my life, I saw the perfect table. I came home that day, and due to my great gift of overthinking, played out in my mind the boring year I would have had ahead.
Nonetheless, the interesting thing about life is that every bad decision of yours can be solved with a little bit of uneasiness and confidence.
The next day, I walked to the perfect table and sat down. The table had room for only 6, so I took my loss and uneasiness and brought my own folding chair (figuratively). They initially thought the table was too crowded, perhaps, but got over it soon.
Sometimes you have to choose tables in life, sometimes you’re the one making them, but always remember, everyone coming to your table with a folding chair just made a leap of courage, make sure to appreciate it.
The most daunting task upon entering a new classroom is choosing the table to sit down at. One wrong move and you might spend your whole year feeling out of place, looking at people enjoying at the table you are certain you belong at. Another thing to remember is that you can never change a table. A table talking about the new episode of the latest sitcom is not ready to listen to your complicated relationship with the color pink.
I have studied at the same school for my whole life, up until recently, when I agreed to move to a whole new state. Every time I have moved to a new class, I have seen the rotation of the same familiar faces. I know the context of every table before I make the world-ending decision. I know at which table I can talk about my undying love for Supernatural, where I can talk about the latest TSITP episode, where everyone secretly hates each other, etc.
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As I was faced with the challenge of choosing the right table once again in my life, but with no previous context this time, I had to admit I failed. I chose a table where no one knew about Percy Jackson, had not watched The Mentalist, and did not share the same talkativeness that makes up my personality.
I looked behind that day for a minute, and dressed in continuous laughter, nostalgia, and relatable events of my life, I saw the perfect table. I came home that day, and due to my great gift of overthinking, played out in my mind the boring year I would have had ahead.
Nonetheless, the interesting thing about life is that every bad decision of yours can be solved with a little bit of uneasiness and confidence.
The next day, I walked to the perfect table and sat down. The table had room for only 6, so I took my loss and uneasiness and brought my own folding chair (figuratively). They initially thought the table was too crowded, perhaps, but got over it soon.
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The most daunting task upon entering a new classroom is choosing the table to sit down at. One wrong move and you might spend your whole year feeling out of place, looking at people enjoying at the table you are certain you belong at. Another thing to remember is that you can never change a table. A table talking about the new episode of the latest sitcom is not ready to listen to your complicated relationship with the color pink.
I have studied at the same school for my whole life, up until recently, when I agreed to move to a whole new state. Every time I have moved to a new class, I have seen the rotation of the same familiar faces. I know the context of every table before I make the world-ending decision. I know at which table I can talk about my undying love for Supernatural, where I can talk about the latest TSITP episode, where everyone secretly hates each other, etc.
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As I was faced with the challenge of choosing the right table once again in my life, but with no previous context this time, I had to admit I failed. I chose a table where no one knew about Percy Jackson, had not watched The Mentalist, and did not share the same talkativeness that makes up my personality.
I looked behind that day for a minute, and dressed in continuous laughter, nostalgia, and relatable events of my life, I saw the perfect table. I came home that day, and due to my great gift of overthinking, played out in my mind the boring year I would have had ahead.
Nonetheless, the interesting thing about life is that every bad decision of yours can be solved with a little bit of uneasiness and confidence.
The next day, I walked to the perfect table and sat down. The table had room for only 6, so I took my loss and uneasiness and brought my own folding chair (figuratively). They initially thought the table was too crowded, perhaps, but got over it soon.
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