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That's college. Nobody really tells you it's going to feel like you're living five different lives at once and none of them are on the same clock.
Honestly the hardest part of college isn't even the syllabus. It's how many things are going on in your life at once, all the time, with zero warning. You're a student, sure, but you're also the friend who has to manage group chat drama, the person stuck in a situationship trying to read into everything, someone doing freelance work or content on the side to make some money, someone's kid who still gets a call every other day asking when you'll visit, and apparently also a person who's supposed to already know what they want to do with their life.
None of it waits in line. Your assignment doesn't care that your best friend just went through a breakup and needed you on call till 1 AM. Your exam doesn't care that your bike is sitting in a garage right now because someone wasn't paying attention for two seconds. College just throws everything at you together and expects you to sort it out on the spot.
Take the vehicle thing. It sounds funny later when you're telling the story, something like "bro dented my scooty and now I gotta walk 3 km to give an exam," but in the actual moment it's not funny at all. That bike wasn't just a way to get around, it was basically your independence. It's how you made it to your 9 AM lecture without being late, how you got to the library at the last minute, how you didn't have to depend on anyone. One small mistake from someone else and suddenly your whole next day has to be rebuilt from zero. You're texting three people asking who's free, checking if an auto is even going to show up at this hour, and somehow still trying to cram a chapter you haven't touched yet.
And the worst part is you can't even stay mad properly because the same friend is now spiraling with guilt and needs you to tell them it's okay, while you're the one who actually has no vehicle and an exam in a few hours.
Then there's everything happening on the relationship side, which honestly moves at a speed that feels impossible to explain to anyone who didn't grow up like this. You meet someone during orientation week and by the second month you're either inseparable or you've already had the "we need to talk" conversation. Situationships start and end within a single semester. Friend groups shift depending on who's in which elective, who's dating who, who said something in a group chat that got screenshotted and sent around.
It's not that people your age can't do slow, steady relationships. It's that college doesn't really give you the time for it. Everything gets compressed into a few years, figuring out who your real friends are, figuring out who you are without your parents around, figuring out if you even like what you're studying, all while deadlines and fests and internships and a hundred unread messages are stacking up at the same time.
When people say "you wouldn't understand," what they usually mean is that there isn't one single thing to fix here. It's not just the bike. It's not just the exam. It's not just whatever's going on with that person you're talking to. It's all of it, happening together, in the same 24 hours, with no time in between to actually breathe. It's not dramatic, it's just how the days are structured. Your environment genuinely expects you to deal with a heartbreak, a broken vehicle, and organic chemistry all before you sleep.
Maybe the point isn't trying to slow everything down, because nothing about college is going to slow down for you. Maybe it's just about finding small moments in between. A five minute walk without your phone. Actually finishing one conversation before jumping into the next one. Letting a group chat sit unread for an hour without checking it every two minutes.
Because at the end of the day college is going to keep moving at this pace whether you're ready or not. The only thing you can actually control is whether you're sprinting through it completely burnt out, or finding a few quiet seconds for yourself somewhere in the middle of it all.