In both texts that you read, the line between reality and imagination blurs—the narrator sees a woman in the wallpaper, while Dickinson’s speaker feels their own funeral happening in their mind. Have you ever had an experience where stress, fear, or emotions made something feel distorted or unreal? How did you ground yourself in reality again?
During last semester, the stress of finishing college applications and keeping my grades up started to overwhelm me. I began overthinking about my missing work, believing if my grades weren’t high enough I wouldn’t get into the colleges of my choice. After submitting everything and looking over my application and resume, I realized all the hard work I’d done was shown through the stats, leaving me at peace knowing that I met the qualifications for the schools I applied to. All that was left was to wait. Today, I missed all of class meeting with an Oglethorpe University representative. However, I feel good. She gave us cookies for being admitted in and I have nothing to do, so I’m going to sleep.
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