The tension in the room is palpable.
Everyone in the class is eagerly waiting for the bell to ring.
Once the teacher leaves, we all rush to the nearest bulletin board on our floor. All of us want to know whether we cleared the test, or failed.
No, we weren’t looking at the results of our final exams.
We were looking at the I-Section entrance test results.
Every year, our school conducts an entrance exam for secondary school students to test their smartness. Then, they segregate the “smart” kids into a different, Integrated-Section.
Yes, I’m in this section. No, sometimes (such as now) I don’t like it.
So our results are on the bulletin board, but I already know my marks- 45 out of 50.
I don’t want to say this, but – oh god – I was disappointed with my marks.
Sometimes I wonder whether I could be the definition of a typical Indian teenage nerd- smart, constantly worried, over-analytic about marks, overpressured and overburdened. Ok, the last part is a bit of an exaggeration. Seriously mom. I’m fine. Don’t send me to the counsellor or to math tuition.
The funny thing is, though, that even though I got through by a big margin, I still felt kinda uneasy. Like I hadn’t done enough to prove my nerdiness to other people. Even though I had accomplished my goal, my mind was too fixated on the smaller picture. Marks.
My whole day went past me like a blur, while all I thought about was how bad I was at acing tests and how much I sucked at them.
That afternoon, during my bus ride back home, my history teacher, who’s a very sweet person (I’m not being paid to say this), asked me if I was sick or something. ‘Cause apparently I looked like I had a fever.
I told her about my rather disgraceful test performance, and she just broke into soft laughter.
“Don’t worry so much, ma. If the teachers are happy with your results, then it’s fine! Don’t take it so seriously.”
Those words gave me just the perspective my naive mind needed. My mood went from sullen, brooding, contemplative and disappointed to accepting, and ready to make a change. I was ready to change my day into one full of opportunities at my disposal.
Here are 5 things I did that evening to lift my mood. You should try them too.
Talk to a friend.
If you’re feeling low, pick up your phone and chat up with an old friend. The feeling of having someone who listens and talks to you can be therapeutic at times.
Tell yourself that it’ll pass.
Because it will. You know that. Stop for a moment, tell your little irrational brain to shut up, and remind yourself that whatever you’re feeling is perfectly normal, and your despair with come to an end.
Throw your responsibilities away for a day.
One primary reason for disappointment is high expectations. From anyone. So since you can’t control what others expect from you, the best you can do is control what you expect from yourself. Don’t push your limits for a few hours. Just. Relax.
Play a sport.
Sports are awesome! They are also scientifically proven to reduce stress and depression. So if you have a basketball court or just a park in your neighbourhood, call a couple of your friends down and play for a while!
Write about it (as I am now).
Writing helps because nothing provides perspective through self-realisation quite like writing. The minute you put a sad feeling on paper, it loses its dramatic, overestimated impact on your mental wellbeing. There’s no need to amplify a situation through writing. As long as you write down the bare facts about what happened and how you feel, this works.
That day, I learnt that no matter how bad a day goes, I can always change how I feel about it with a simple shift in mindset.
I learnt that if I just change your mindset from one of disappointment to one of acceptance and growth, everything will be okay.
Hopefully, you learnt that too.
“I’m sad, hurt, angry, mad, disappointed. But you know what? I will put on a happy face and move on. It will hurt but I will survive.”
The sparkle in her eyes
Makes you feel that fairytales are true
She doesn’t even have to try
She can make you swoon from morning to noon
Then she puts on her disguise
Fact or fiction, oh we have no clue
Cause she’s afraid of what she can do
So she set herself on fire
So we could see her burn
But we’ve only heard her whisper
No matter what she’s done
She can’t take it any longer
She’s going to explode
Unless she takes a long drive
Down her favourite road
She was the perfect poster child
Could light up the world with her sense of humour
But now she barely smiles
Oh, what happened there, god knows what hit her
She tries not to cry
But she fears her happy days are over
She doesn’t really think that she’s a failure
She’s just waiting for someone to save her
She set herself on fire
Cause she wanted to be sure
She was gonna be remembered
She thought she wasn’t anymore
Unreal expectations will put her
Unless she takes a long drive
Down her favourite road
Tbh I could write a 3000 word essay about this.
We’ve all been in that one extremely stressful and disturbing situation where all you wanted to do was to curl up into a bundle of clothes and while away our existence in that position. And if you’re anything like me, you rushed to the aid of music.
Oh, sweet music, reassuring me that my life is okay. I really do believe you. Very few people don’t.
The whole process of putting two egg/spherical shaped rubber instruments inside the crevices of your ears and using them to transmit vibrations from your phone might seem a bit absurd to a few people. But to me and the majority of people on this planet, music is their biggest source of peace and relaxation.
Whether it’s pop or rock or RnB or classical, music is a means of escaping or augmenting reality.
I mean, sure, music is just patterned sound. Just the compression and relaxation of particles in the air. Down to the basics, there is nothing about music that makes it different from other art forms like dance or drawing.
What’s special about music is that it gives them a chance to say what they want to say, and how they feel. It gives people a voice. And when you have a voice, you have the power to influence millions.
Music is love, love is music, music is life and I love my life. Thank you and good night. – A.J. McLean