Everyone has had their “crying at a Taylor Swift concert” moment. For me, that moment was literally me, crying at a Taylor Swift concert. This is not something I am proud of and definitely not something I thought I would be sharing with all of you anytime soon. I cry under two different circumstances: stress and big, happy, overwhelming events. I prefer the happy cry over the sad, stressed cry, but I don’t usually have a lot of say in the matter.

Recently I’ve been having a lot of these crying in public places moments simply because of the impending deadlines and pressure of senior year. The stressed cry has been the theme of this school year and I’m not super happy about it. I’ve cried at the library, in my car before and after going to the library, surrounded by homework in my basement and almost cried during LH a few weeks ago. It’s not that the schoolwork is any harder than it’s been in the past, it is that the expectations are much higher and the realization that “adulting” is going to start in less than a year.

I’ve already had to “adult” a little bit,–I had a dentist appointment the other day and had to go by myself! –but I don’t think I’m ready to go to college and be the only adult in charge of me.

By the time you all read this, I will have probably cried a couple more times at the library and in my car, but I will also probably be done with my college essay and the common app. I don’t think that the crying hurts, I actually think it helps my process by relieving stress and making me get things done so that I don’t have to cry again for a while. However, no crying is ever as good as crying at a Taylor Swift concert.