| Neshomeh ( @ 2008-06-17 18:54:00 |
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| Entry tags: | notebook, philly |
Critical Reflection Entry 5
I haven't been keeping up with this thing. Some things happened last week that I'm not prepared to reflect on, though I've told a couple of people. The problem with critical reflection is that it demands a state of mind detached enough from events to look at them objectively and not as sources of stress.
Also, rumors of my coping ability have been greatly exaggerated.
It's not that things aren't going well for the most part. I get up in the morning, I do stuff, I come back to the dorm, I have food, I do whatever else wants doing. It's fine when I have tasks to perform, because that makes sense and they prevents me from thinking too much about anything. It's the coursework that's hurting me. After the debacle over this journal, I don't really want to analyze or critique anything of theirs. If that weren't enough, I'm really just fed up with the whole "critical thought" rhetoric. I know how to question my basic assumptions, I promise. I was raised to do it and I was educated to do it. I do it all the time. I can't help it. I want to stop. I want to know what it's like to be one of those people that can (apparently) go through a whole day without seriously doubting the validity of what they think about things.
Anyway, I wrote something for today's Notebook Focus, but it wasn't really the assignment and I didn't get to sleep until 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning because of the mental state I ended up in. I have what's been described accurately enough as an allergic emotional reaction to stress. At some point I realized that I'd really lost it this time, or come close. Today I talked to people at the Phila Center and I'm getting help, so I don't need to be rescued or anything and I don't want to talk about it, because it's humiliating and I don't have any answers. Just figured I'd better confess the truth.
I'm just hoping this will make my last year of college relatively simple by comparison.