How to fool your weak self during your studies

ONEWhen I first enrolled at a university a few years ago, I was highly motivated. Fiercely determined to do everything differently than when I was at school. I wanted to learn for the sake of learning, speak new languages, attend sports classes and be active in the student council for my course – in short: I wanted to improve myself and that far beyond my actual studies. Gone are the days when I just crammed to pass the next exam and then deftly shoved everything I learned past my hippocampus into the forgotten folder.

But as determined and sudden as my motivation was at the beginning of my studies, it disappeared just as quickly. The rounds of introductions and invitations from university teams piled up week after week, and the more they got, the more overwhelmed I became. Should I learn Spanish or Greek? Do you go to the university newspaper or the debating club? Take yoga classes or indulge my Harry Potter passion and become a talented Quidditch player chasing the golden lever on her broomstick?

The variety of offers made me almost unable to decide on anything. But to be honest, I have to admit it wasn’t just because I was overwhelmed. Because in my urge for self-improvement I had reckoned without my little pet. He looks friendly with his soft fur and cute little nose. A curly tail and four furry legs give little idea of ​​the power it can sometimes have over me. How it demands my attention and prevents me from thinking about anything else. He has been my partner for many years. It sits in the farthest corner of my mind, only to come out at the worst possible times, tongue out and a soft growl. “Let’s play with me,” he panted to me with a smile. And even though I should know better, I give myself to it. Again and again. I’m talking about my inner weak self.

Power yoga and university newspaper

My little friend had me under control for the first few weeks. But then I saw my chance. Because whoever carries such a pet with him knows that sometimes it requires more and sometimes less attention. Just such a day with relatively little bastard activity, I found my inner strength in his weakness. My first university yoga class was coming up. Soon I was sweating every week with twenty other students doing power yoga – once in the routine the bastard was much quieter than usual.

Encouraged by this, it was not the only activity at the university that I began to attend. Since I was studying journalism, it was an obvious choice to get involved with the university newspaper and find out what the world of journalism had in store for me.

So did many of my fellow students. The initial overload turned into a way of testing and learning. My roommate, a passionate economist, signed up for the university’s management consulting office. There he not only confirmed that finance is the right subject for him to study, but also that he already likes management consulting much more than studying. For the first two semesters he worked continuously for the organization, lectures became secondary. But what was far more important: he continued to evolve personally. Another friend got her diving license – an option that had never occurred to me before. After all, I always think of the white beaches of the Caribbean and the huge coral reefs when I dive. For them, on the other hand, they just went to the bottom of the quarry pond in the corner.

Outdone once, won a lot

However, the bastard doesn’t just play his sly game when it comes to sports, recreation and university commitment. But also when it comes to doing something to develop further skills for the future profession. An insanely wide variety of possible internships and student jobs, numerous volunteer lectures and seminars, and annual job fairs mix with the languor of the inner bastard. But an important lesson in outsmarting the pesky little pet is: once you get over it, after a while you’ll notice how self-commitment takes on a life of its own and becomes a part of everyday life. Then other important doors can open – for you and your own professional career.

For my part, I wouldn’t want to do without the numerous theater performances I could attend for free through the university, the programming of a website, the writing in the university newspaper and the numerous new acquaintances, both at the university. and in my student work. Bitch, sit down!

Lina von Coburg (22) is a journalism student in Mainz. In addition to her studies, she writes poems, philosophizes about life and thinks about how an aspiring journalist can survive.

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