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Jackpot.

So today I passed by a booth in the Jester foyer. It was about the student center for mental health on campus, and the various programs and whatnot it offers. I got a free stress ball. "It's really good," the girl at the booth told me. "The center, not the stress ball. Well, the stress ball too."

"Great, thanks." I said.

So I sat in my room and thought for a little bit. I looked at the website. They could talk to you about stress and anxiety. They could talk to you about depression. It seemed like they had a lot to offer and I thought that maybe it was something worth looking into. And so I made my way across campus to the student health center.

But halfway there I chickened out and went to the Union to upgrade my ID card instead.And now my ID has proximity reader capability, which I think is pretty boss.

I tried some of the self-help, hypnotherapy relaxation bullshit on their website and it didn't do anything but stress me out more because I realized I wasted a lot of time listening to a girl telling me that I was walking through a forest and relaxing instead of laying on my bed not studying.

Maybe I ought to try walking over there again.

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