Survival Guide: How to Life


I know I have not written anything for a noticeable amount of time but I had my reasons and I hope you did not judge me too much for it. I have been thinking about an issue for a while and since I feel like I found a solution for it I thought I would share. This is basically a story about me finding a power to rationalize and prioritize some of the things that I was doing in my life that were causing me anxiety and bunch of other issues. Without further adieu, let’s begin. 

Us, students, a12002925_10204902203614728_2848630196565968695_nre pretty magnificent. We are expected to be adults, but at the same time we are not allowed to do many things because we are financially or physically depended on our par
ents or just people who have higher authority. And our strive for this power can be immense sometimes, at a point when we do so many things together to make ourselves feel important that we just end up damaging ourselves greatly. At the end of the day we are just sitting somewhere in the corner, like an empty shell filled with anxiety and hatred. And trust me I know this because this was me last semester.

I started of second year of my university career very motivated. I wanted to grow as a person, fight my weaknesses and get over some of the insecurities by stepping into some of the things that made me feel uncomfortable. Because that was the best way I knew how to do it. I wanted to impress people, feel important. So I just ended up doing probably 5 or 6 things at once that were equally time-consuming and required a lot of physical and mental energy from me. In the beginning  it was all great, running from one meeting to another, attending 5 events a week, leaving some of them halfway through to get to another one, basically having no weekends because they always ended up being booked…sounds chaotic, right? Well, it was. And I thought I was happy. All the people around me seemed impressed, I got compliments over my achievements. But then I started wondering, is this what I truly wanted? Because man I was exhausted! I constantly felt sick, I got dark circles under my eyes, my body felt like it was shutting down and overall feeling was not as satisfying as I thought it would be. Moreover, it is physically impossible to do so many equally important things and be equally productive in all of them. We are only humans.

I started to look at things differently after a time management meeting we had about a couple of months ago. There a speaker talked about her own example of struggling with time management in her life before and what kind  of struggles she was going through at that time. And it was like a slap in the face for me. I needed to hear this from another person, definitely. Doing exhausting amount of things to make yourself important does not make you important! It makes you look like a person who is not efficient in anything, because your supervisor of that one thing does not care that you are tired because you did 10 things before getting to that meeting.

I used winter break to kind of think through everything and decide what I wanted to do with my life. It is a great idea to write down all the tasks you are dealing with, list them with the level of importance to you and cross out couple of them. This will help you get rid of some of the stress in your life and also concentrate on things that matter to you better. Yes, it is hard, but it is for the greater good. I ended up leaving 3 out of 6 tasks in my life and it did feel irresponsible to give up some of them, although it was not irresponsible at all, but it gave me a lot of mental and physical freedom. Now I’m just left with some things that I love doing and I am efficient enough in them to truly feel important.

What I was trying to say is, don’t exhaust yourself with tasks that you can not withheld. We are students, we deal with things that we simply didn’t have to face before and many things add up to one huge ball of stress that occasionally hits us in the face. Therefore better keep healthy, concentrate on things that you enjoy and try to impress yourself before you impress others.

You’ve got this, bae!

Veko.

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Salutations Republic!

12248738_498855123625703_1970742166_nIt’s been a while since we last spoke, and I left you on a somewhat apocalyptic note. The situation really wasn’t worth the drama, because of course we all survived and the grades were fine and much pizza was had afterwards. There was much learned from that experience, and this knowledge will lay at the foundation of this post. Not so much a survival guide, just observations, myths and suggestions specific to the life in our glorious republic.

  1. Time Management – is not a thing. People with schedules scare me, because in my world schedules are lies we tell ourselves. We feel confident and inspired at first, but those naïve illusions about our ability to make adult decisions inevitably get run over and crushed by the procrastination train. True time management is knowing when you are most productive. For me it’s no earlier than 10pm, which isn’t at all convenient, but I make it work by finding ways to catch up on sleep during the day. Speaking of which…
  1. Sleep – DO IT! All-nighters will happen, and that’s fine. You know what isn’t fine? Every-nighters! You will soldier through for a while, but remember that you’re only human, which means you will not rise past the third day. Remember my last post? Yeah, didn’t sleep well at all that week. It’s hard not to REM through an 8:30 class as it is, and you want to do it on two hours of sleep? Forget it. Of course, there are people who think that they can cancel the effects of sleep deprivation with…
  1. Coffee – is not your friend. During my freshman year I regarded coffee as fuel. It isn’t. It’s an anaesthetic that delays the consequences of your imprudence. Listen, I know how it goes. The scenario is all too familiar to me: You sit all day watching the procrastination train bulldozing through town, followed by the decimation of hurricane Panic, which can only be mitigated through all-nighter protocol coming into effect for the 17th time this semester. And you think to yourself “Oh! You know what will make it all go away? A cup of coffee! I’ll be fine!” Haha. Hahaha. No. You’ll feel like a soggy cheeseburger that has the ill-fortune of being awake.
  1. Textbooks – are read only by the chosen ones, the ones who are skilled in the art of textbook reading. Personally, unless I’m reading something I actually like, a textbook is wasting my time. Granted, some authors really do make it their job to include only the essential information, however, I feel those are a dying breed. So many textbook authors like to add a vapid introduction, a story, some dad jokes, maybe a poorly drawn cartoon, and only then after thoroughly insulting your intelligence do they finally arrive at the point. The author might be delusional, but you and I know it’s a not a novel, so look for italics, bolded text, headings, definitions. But for the love of chicken enchiladas don’t read the whole thing! If the author is a total noob and didn’t bother to make their work readable, then don’t bother. It isn’t anything some Googling can’t fix.
  1. And finally and most importantly ATTEND!!! I cannot. Stress this. Enough. In LCC coming to class is essential. You can afford to not do homework every once in a while, but you cannot afford to skip class. The thought “I should skip class because I’m tired” is the spawn of Satan! A lot of people revise the day before the exam, and do well, but they revise what they were taught in class, not learn everything from scratch! In addition, some exams questions are specifically designed to test how attentive you were in class. It doesn’t matter how much material the teacher makes available online, every class will always have “exclusive content”. Even if you’re a mess wearing crocs, a panda onesie and your signature “don’t talk to me” face
    – be there.

Heed these words of caution and you shall emerge victorious on the other side of the academic year. This is not a comprehensive list and I’ll be sure to add anything else I may come up in the future. May Goliath the LCC printer never fail you!

Nik

Can I have a pencil?

Hello fellow students and basically everyone! (I am not discriminating). I have not blogged in a while because of reasons, but now I am back healthy and motivated. I had an honor to attend the Lit Expo in Vilnius for three days. It is an education fair with a lot of international and local universities trying to inform prosper students about the academics and opportunities. And this was my job from LCC perspective also, which of course I did. But from my point of view I was studying the people I saw there, and let me tell ya, I met some interesting individuals there. I will try to break down the education fair in three days Okay lets start. 

We left LCC campus at 6 o’clock in the m10897924_873242772697608_9043427062356671446_norning on 5th of February, which meant that we would get to the Lit Expo just around the right time. The fair opened at 10 am and although it was Thursday, still a lot of people showed up. Out stand looked like the lobby of LCC, which was very comforting and welcoming not only for us, but also for people coming over. (I mean, who would not want to hang out on comfortable couches?). We had all the brochures spread out on the tables in case people were interested in details and also some pencils or pens hanging around to fill in the contact information. So basically we were all ready to go. 11007708_10203654143414003_1725578105_n

I have been going to educational fairs almost my whole entire life, because I found them interesting. But I never really appreciated how much work people put in them and how exhausting they are. But one of the challenging part is the weirdness of some people that come up to the stand. There are some of them here:

  1. The pencil collector – this person does not really care about what you’re saying. They just want you for your pencils! They will listen to you, love you, take you out on a date only if you give them that darn pencil. You are standing there, explaining all the smallest details about your university for half an hour non-stop and in the end they are like “Umm, can I have a pencil?”. I have no words to describe my emotions now.
  2. The brochure lover – basically you are standing there, waiting for someone to appear and they do. You smile at them, say “Laba diena!” and ask them if they are interested very politely. Then they just grab a brochure and tell you they are not interested. This does not make sense friend. Are you lost?
  3. The competitor university – these ones are the funniest. These people just come up to you, trying to hide traces of their identity and ask you questions secretly. Like, I still see your logo on your collar. Why would you hide it? It is not a shame to get known to other universities. Staph that.
  4. The Mimes – they just…annoy you. No words on this. 10979338_10203654143494005_638287286_n
  5. The couch surfers – these guys just love hanging out with you. And you should be happy about this. Although you have like 10 people to talk to and are stressing out. And this all happens while some random dude comes and sits on your couch. You would assume that he is interested and start talking to him and then he’s like “No, I’m just tired”. Well, does LCC stand look like a resort? Because it’s not. Go get your darn couch, that’s rude.

Well yeah, these are the types of people I had opportunity to interact with. On the third day my mouth was not pronouncing words such as “International”, “business administration” or “toefl”, and most likely I talked about our campus in my sleep too. But it was a lot of fun. We recruited more people than last year, which is amazing! (Heads up yo!). I made new friends from LCC had a chance to get to know them.

I am thankful for this opportunity and I think everyone should try this experience at least once. Mostly to realize how much of a hard work it is and stop stealing the pencils without any purpose.

Love you guys!

Yours,

Veronica.

“Fine”

Salutations, Republic!unnamed I was going to talk about the innovative method of contacting intelligent extra-terrestrial life by launching buckets of fried chicken into deep space, but frankly I’m not in the mood for serious scientific discussions.

This mood thing has been something of an issue, naturally for the end-of-semester season.

One of the questions you hear a lot from family members and non-university friends is “How was your week?” The usual reply is something to the effect of “fine”. What that means is that either you have no memory of the last seven days, or that you’d rather be talking to someone else. But this week, “fine” just won’t do…

Because this week has been the most depressing arrangement of misery I have experienced in my academic career. I’m not simply stressed, no… I can no longer afford such frivolous pleasures. I am done. The mere recollection of the last seven days gives me heartburn. This week has been so perfectly dreadful, that not even suicide seems like a sufficient solution. If tomorrow the press tells the world that there is an asteroid the size of Pluto inexorably headed for this cursed hapless ball of cosmic garbage, it would not only be a solemn testament to the existence of God, but also to that He is, in fact, of the merciful variety. For this would not be judgement, but an act of love; not murder, but euthanasia. We are not a victim but a patient, with an illness beyond cure and suffering beyond mitigation. And heaven on earth will reign only when the dead ground is silently precipitated with the ashes of the freshly incinerated living…

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<takes a deep breath> So erm… yeah… that mood.

But this abysmal emotional state has come about almost exclusively by virtue of my own choices. I’ve left everything till the last possible moment, and signed up for my presentations in a way that they all converge on the same week. And that’s because when it comes to college work I’m motivated only by the most powerful force in the universe – panic. I’m not one of the people who can sit over a book for 3-4 consecutive hours and actually study, three days before the test. I can’t do it. Well, I mean, I can, but I’ll have twelve nervous breakdowns along the way.

Unless I feel the impending apocalypse breathing down my neck, I will hopelessly procrastinate. And if I attempt a task in advance, I just end up wasting time daydreaming about doing all of the things I could be doing instead. Like for instance, examining the imperfections on the wall, or taking a five hour bath – far more exciting and important than 10-20% of my semester grade.

Unfortunately, these 3-4 hour study sessions are unavoidable, since that’s what’s needed to do well on the tests. And no amount of dividing it up into sections will change the fact that for the duration of the experience my face hole will be gushing expletives at everything I don’t immediately understand.

So those of you who feel the same way – congratulations on the ability to feel anything at this stage. That is an achievement in itself. And for those who are on the outside of the experience – you know how my week has been by my bloodshot eyes with bags under them, so don’t ask out of politeness. You know what would be more polite? Pizza. Speaking of which, donations in the form of coffee, green tea, dark chocolate  ̶c̶o̶c̶a̶i̶n̶e̶ and, of course, pizza are appreciated like never before.

Stay strong, Republic, this too shall pass and so will you!
Nik

Fashion..ish

Hello, Republic! Nik here. Today I’m going to teach you how to cook with napalm! (Absolutely not!)unnamed

One of my co-bloggers, Veriko, has recently revealed to me that there is such a thing as campus fashion. I feel compelled to weigh in on the subject of fashion, since I have absolutely no competence to be talking about it. Logic. Yay.

Few things about me when it comes to clothes:

I’m a man of simple taste. I like black, with pockets, spacious, abrasion-and-weather-resistant. In other words: work wear. I have no desire to baby a pair of white trousers, fretting about them staining. Let Kanye do that.

I hate shopping. Its a chore for me, to go into a store and browse the hideously overpriced selection of things that are not black. Trying to convince myself that I want or need them. I don’t. I’d much rather purchase everything I need on the Internet.

I wouldn’t know a fashionable item if it hit me in the face with a Versace spanner.

Marketing people would have us believe that clothes are a medium of self-expression. Perhaps… The way I see it, fashion is a visual language, and some are quite eloquent and use it to skilfully convey a mood, an attitude towards life, an allegiance to a sub-culture. But not everyone speaks that language. I envy people who can purposefully communicate that way. The only thing I can purposefully communicate through clothing is that I own pants.

And what I’ve noticed is that there is a great degree of difference in the way people shop, depending on whether they speak fashion.

When I do go shopping, my process is painfully simple: I think of what I need to buy, in what quantity and for what purpose. Then identify a place that sells it. On location, browse the aisles and pick something that looks fairly decent. Begin analysis: Does it fit me? Does it fit my budget? Does it have pockets? Is it black? (If I’m feeling particularly festive that morning – dark grey). If all of the above are a “yes”, splash some money at the cashier and expeditiously exit the premises.

That pretty much settles the matter.
Fashionable people can seldom follow this method and this goes especially for women. Because men go into a store to buy a thing; women go into a store to buy the thing. Men in general just buy stuff to wear; women make strategic additions to their wardrobe. A woman’s wardrobe is a carefully selected collection of rare exhibits that co-exist in perfect harmony, the fragile balance of which must be maintained with mathematical precision. Wizardry is what that is.

But lets get back to campus. Winter is coming and with it – exams. Many people are polishing up their final projects, trying to raise their GPA and contemplating important questions like “Why God, why? Why me?” and “I wonder if I can still eat this?” So set your priorities straight and realize that the only person that really cares is you. Take care of yourself, invest in comfort (wear UGGs if you wish to summon the wrath of Veriko), and think of other people’s opinions only if you really have the time for it. High heels don’t help balance the accounts.

Stay safe, Republic. May the pizza be with you.
Nik

Campus Life

Hello, Republic! I’m Nik, your local demolitions expert (not really). I hope life is 10439579_10203055394685659_17d39955057_nglorious upon the hallowed grounds of our proud campus!

I know all of that sounds quite grandiose and pretentious, but it does pertain to the point I want to make about campus life.

I live off campus, about a 20 minute bus ride away. Initially, I was glad to not have to live on campus. Not because I thought that campus life would be terrible, but because home life is just so comfortable. I live with my grandmother, so I’m totally cared for and catered to, spoiled to the bone. Why would I want to complicate my life with laundry and cooking and washing the dishes and talking to people in the morning? I’m not a morning person. In fact, I’m not a person in the morning, I’m a walking explosive device waiting for someone to detonate me by asking a question, which is a really dumb way to die. So, at first, I considered myself lucky to be on the outside of all of that nonsense.

However, I’m slowly beginning to realize that I might be missing out on something. That its these little challenges of life that actually help bring people together. When visiting the resident’s halls, I picked up on the sense of comradery that permeates the place. While its naive to assume that everyone gets along perfectly with everyone else, all residents seem to understand that they’re all in the same boat. Its quite apt to call people here “the student body”, because it feels to me like a singular organism; a self-regulating ecosystem limited to a singular area and bound by a singular purpose. I got the sense that people here live by their own unwritten code.

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Outside definitions of success and status completely lose relevance once the card-key is swiped at the entrance.

Money is not really the currency here. Because money is something students only hear about in stories they’re told about life after graduation. An elusive substance that is made by magical bank pixies and guarded by white-collar dragons. Students who claim to have seen cash are considered crazy.

There are certain other commodities that are highly valued aboard HMS Republic, such as food, coffee, cigarettes and quality lecture notes. The first three will allow you to cement friendships, the last one will let you divide and conquer.

Status here does not depend on the possession of material things (bar the aforementioned commodities). People walk around wearing bath robes, seeking caffeination the way zombies seek the living. No-one gives a f…fluffy duckling about what you own. You will be judged on the basis of how easy you are to live with and what you bring to the table. Flash the latest iPhone and no one will blink an eye. Make a decent omelette, and your name will be the stuff of legends.

All in all, I’ve come to the conclusion that I wouldn’t mind being part of this ecosystem. That it would somehow be more fun than the blissful comfort I enjoy at present, provided people keep a safe distance away from me until at least 8am. I might serve my next academic term among the crew of HMS Republic. Or perhaps I should get a car?

Stay safe, Republic! Talk to you Later.
Nik

Life Hacks For LCC Students

Well hello there sweethearts of the new LCC B1a1log with me, Ocean.

Let this blog be our secret comfy one-on-one talk. So let me introduce myself. My name is Aušrine. Why Ocean? Because somehow the name „Aušrine“sounds similar to “Ocean” for those whose mother tongue is not Lithuanian. Or, because all of the pickup lines „Hey, your eyes are so blue, like the ocean“or „I could drown in those deep blue eyes“. Uf. I wish they’ll come up with something new soon…..

I started LCC with all of you guys this year at the end of August. I am a freshman, though I have been working and visiting LCC for quite some time now, so let me be your little guide.

Here are my experiences and some juicy tips on how to survive all of these weird species roaming around our Campus. Beware, my little readers. Sometimes it might get tricky.


Species #1: The Playfull Americans


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& Trenton Garrison

What do they attract you with: Handsome looks,a smell of freedom, a tan right from California, Surfing abilities, McDonalds 24/7.

Why to be avoided: They playfully tease you on how tiny you are. Doesn’t matter how tall you are, because they are at least 10M high. And they always have snacks on them that they act like they’ll share. Guess what. THEY WON’T. (Just kidding….. or am I? 😀 )

Why you should be friends with them: Easy entries to clubs. Free McDonalds. Amazing to use against your roommate – while she is drooling over a charmer, you can browse through her stuff and take whatever you needed.
Getting things from the top shelf is not a problem anymore.
All of your essays will be fixed.


Species #2: Always Hungry Ukrainians

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Anastasia Malyk


What do they attract you with: Constant food and tea, adorableness, sick-treatments and acting like they know your language.

Why to be avoided: Small but vicious creatures. If made angry – will chase you down the ends of the earth.

Why you should be friends with them: If treated properly they are the most adorable creatures. Will always feed you borsch or Salo. Hugs and cuddles guaranteed.


Species #3: Passionate Albanian-Greek’s


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& Elvis Matthers

What do they attract you with: Strong perfume, Confident strut, Raki, Hugs.

Why to be avoided: Extremely friendly. If having a bad day do not go near them or you will be hugged for an eternity. Also, if you need their assistance in the morning, will not correspond with you until they drink their coffee in a period of 1 hour.

Why you should be friends with them: Will always make you dance with them. Day or night. They’ll barge in; make you smile and dance with them with the weirdes music ever. Like Lady Gaga. No kidding.


So here you are, Sweethearts. A few tips on surviving in the jungle of LCC campus. Beware. Or, on the contrary, find yourself somebody valuable for a scheme or a cold winters evening.

Bisous,

Dame  de la  mer

(Kisses,
Miss Ocean {French})