Posts Tagged ‘failure’

College in Less Than Four Years: An Interview with Poe

Thursday, July 9th, 2026

For many of us heading into our first year of college, discovering that we have the opportunity to graduate in three years or less may be cause for celebration. It would mean less money spent, less time enduring classes, professors, or classmates we may not enjoy, and less time waiting for our turn to break out into our chosen career field. Then, for others of us, the decision is not so obvious, and deciding whether or not it’s worth it to stick out all four years of undergrad may become one of the first major dilemmas in our professional lives. You may find yourself wondering if entering the workforce early might mean cutting short your enjoyment of your young life. If time is “relative” and “of the essence,” how do you determine how to spend it best? Well, to help those uncertain university students with such an uncommon opportunity answer this question better, I sought the wisdom of my friend Poe, an economics student at NYU who will be graduating in his junior year of college.

Poe taking a break from his busy life as a student to enjoy a simple pleasure, lunch at IKEA

When I asked Poe about his motivation for finishing college in three years, he shared about a set of circumstances belonging to a small portion of the international student population. He explained that, “as a passport holder of Taiwan, [he has] to enroll in mandatory military service for one year…Serving in the military would push [him] back one year in college, meaning that while others spend the standard four years to enter the workforce, [he] would have to spend five.” As a result, Poe opted to “graduate one year early,” which would allow him to “fulfill [his] service obligation while also not lagging behind [his] peers.

However, while what he described as “fear of failure,” or even, the fear of falling behind, may have been his initial motivator, it is not what has ultimately allowed him to make it this far. When asked which of his qualities he believes helped to see himself through to his graduation year, he noted his perseverance.

Completing 128 credits in the span of three years is a considerably daunting task, especially when you’re still standing at the start of your freshman year. Poe’s approach to mapping out his semesters began with an empty Google spreadsheet, which he has been using to keep track of “all the courses [he] needs to take…[across] the three years [he’s been] in school.” For Poe, “planning it out visually [made] it less intimidating and more achievable.” He then proceeded to turn his academic planning into scholastic success by studying “at least three days early” and “always [listening] in class,” and through all of the time he spent balancing classes, studying, and working, he learned the skill of persistence. 

I asked Poe how he attempts to cope with burnout as a working student with a full course load, and he shared this bit of insight: ”You are your greatest enemy.” From his philosophy courses he came to understand that “while there are external factors that affect your mindset, how that factor ultimately affects you is up to your own interpretation.” In other words, when you face disappointments or find your plans to have been derailed, you can beat yourself up and stew in the letdown, “or you can think about it as a chance for improvement. It’s all about the mindset.”

In this same vein, Poe admitted that as an early-graduating student, “you definitely will have to make sacrifices.” These could be your social life, hobbies, or time alone to rest, but balancing everything is possible; “it just depends on how strong your mind is at disciplining yourself,” and he is no stranger to life testing the strength of his mind.

He described for me his most challenging semester—when he had received his first F on a midterm. Afterwards, “[he] felt like everything was lost and had no motivation to continue.” Then, he remembered to not be his own enemy, and he gave himself a break to indulge in activities he enjoyed—like visiting parks, hiking, and working out. Apparently, this also included watching Pixar’s Hoppers, from which he offered the quote, “It’s hard to be mad when you’re part of something big”—a reminder “that in the grand scheme of things, we are just one of trillions of creatures on earth, all just trying our best.”

He offers this unique piece of advice to students looking to earn their degree early: “Take one or two philosophy classes… It will change your perspective on life, society, and purpose… If you really listen in class and ask yourself the same questions the philosophers asked, you will gain a better understanding of yourself as a person and how to navigate the world.” And, clearly, the opportunities he took to look beyond his major focus bolstered his overall focus to earn his degree.


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By Lauren Gascon 

Lauren Gascon studies Media, Culture, and Communication at NYU and enjoys discussing people’s relationships with each other and themselves. When she’s not on campus, you can find her café hopping, browsing bookstores, or enjoying lunch in one of New York City’s many beautiful parks.


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Chapter 7: Facing My Fears

Thursday, July 24th, 2025

Driving always felt terrifying to me. It wasn’t just about the mechanics of it. It was the idea of being in control, or of being responsible for something that could go wrong so fast. That fear kept me from getting my permit, even though my parents had been pushing me to do it ever since college decisions came out.

To be honest, I had planned to take the permit test last summer before college started. But every time I thought about it, anxiety took over. Instead of admitting that, I snapped back at my parents with, “I’ll get it when I need to. Deep down, I knew I was just scared.

But this summer was different. I entered this summer with the thought of being a different version of myself. Part of it was because I was fed up with myself. I was fed up with the constant failures I have been witnessing. 

In college, I’m always the one catching up. The one figuring things out while others seem to be fine. And at home, I could feel the weight my parents were carrying—stress from work, bills, responsibilities piling up. They never said the words, but I sensed it through their words. And on top of it all, they were worried about me. Not out of disappointment, but concern. They saw me struggling in college, academically, socially, and emotionally, and they didn’t know how to help. And I didn’t know how to fix all this. 

This summer, I had made all these plans: To run every day. To eat healthy. To get a job. To become that version of myself I’ve always pictured—strong, disciplined, confident. But one by one, I failed to follow through. I let myself down. Again and again.

So I decided that I needed to take one step. Just one. And that step was getting my permit. I wanted to push myself out there and get that license. I know it’s just a test, but to me, it was like finding a different kind of confidence. I took my first driving lesson on June 18th. I remember sitting in the car, gripping the steering wheel like it was about to run away from me.

Fast forward to lesson ten—my hands don’t shake anymore. My turns are smoother. I don’t have to overthink where to look or when to signal. In parallel parking and U-turns, I don’t hold my breath anymore. 

The night before the test, I couldn’t sleep. I kept imagining every possible way I could mess up. At the testing site, my hands felt cold, my stomach twisted into knots. I kept telling myself to stay calm, but inside, fear was bubbling up. My instructor kept saying, “It’s okay if you don’t pass the first time; most people don’t.” And he is right. But I didn’t have it in me to fail. Not this test. 

This wasn’t just about getting a license. It was about proving to myself that I could face my fears, that I could do something hard and come out on the other side. 

Guess what? I passed. Yes, on my first try. 

But I know this isn’t a magic fix for everything. It won’t suddenly solve all my problems or answer every question I have about college, my future, or who I want to be. What it did do, though, was to give me confidence. Remind me that progress doesn’t have to be perfect or immediate. Sometimes, it’s just about showing up, trying anyway, and trusting in yourself. 

That’s the lesson I’m holding onto from this summer is the courage to start, even when I am scared.

Driving always felt terrifying to me. It wasn’t just about the mechanics of it. It was the idea of being in control, or of being responsible for something that could go wrong so fast. That fear kept me from getting my permit, even though my parents had been pushing me to do it ever since college decisions came out.

To be honest, I had planned to take the permit test last summer before college started. But every time I thought about it, anxiety took over. Instead of admitting that, I snapped back at my parents with, “I’ll get it when I need to. Deep down, I knew I was just scared.

But this summer was different. I entered this summer with the thought of being a different version of myself. Part of it was because I was fed up with myself. I was fed up with the constant failures I have been witnessing. 

In college, I’m always the one catching up. The one figuring things out while others seem to be fine. And at home, I could feel the weight my parents were carrying—stress from work, bills, responsibilities piling up. They never said the words, but I sensed it through their words. And on top of it all, they were worried about me. Not out of disappointment, but concern. They saw me struggling in college, academically, socially, and emotionally, and they didn’t know how to help. And I didn’t know how to fix all this. 

This summer, I had made all these plans: To run every day. To eat healthy. To get a job. To become that version of myself I’ve always pictured—strong, disciplined, confident. But one by one, I failed to follow through. I let myself down. Again and again.

So I decided that I needed to take one step. Just one. And that step was getting my permit. I wanted to push myself out there and get that license. I know it’s just a test, but to me, it was like finding a different kind of confidence. I took my first driving lesson on June 18th. I remember sitting in the car, gripping the steering wheel like it was about to run away from me.

Fast forward to lesson ten—my hands don’t shake anymore. My turns are smoother. I don’t have to overthink where to look or when to signal. In parallel parking and U-turns, I don’t hold my breath anymore. 

The night before the test, I couldn’t sleep. I kept imagining every possible way I could mess up. At the testing site, my hands felt cold, my stomach twisted into knots. I kept telling myself to stay calm, but inside, fear was bubbling up. My instructor kept saying, “It’s okay if you don’t pass the first time; most people don’t.” And he is right. But I didn’t have it in me to fail. Not this test. 

This wasn’t just about getting a license. It was about proving to myself that I could face my fears, that I could do something hard and come out on the other side. 

Guess what? I passed. Yes, on my first try. 

But I know this isn’t a magic fix for everything. It won’t suddenly solve all my problems or answer every question I have about college, my future, or who I want to be. What it did do, though, was to give me confidence. Remind me that progress doesn’t have to be perfect or immediate. Sometimes, it’s just about showing up, trying anyway, and trusting in yourself. 

That’s the lesson I’m holding onto from this summer is the courage to start, even when I am scared.


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By Marzia Seemat

Marzia Seemat is a sophomore at NYU studying civil engineering and creative writing. She loves being close to nature, especially at the beach. Her favorite things include good food, morning tea, hour-long movies, and spending time with the people she loves.


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The Covid Cooking Club: Chapter 5: Dairy

Friday, April 9th, 2021

I have had zero positive experiences with cooking dairy at school. This isn’t to say that I dislike dairy or that I can’t make food involving it—I eat cereal with milk and out cheese in sandwiches. Sometimes I even just eat slices of cheese straight out of the package like the absolute barbarian I am. It’s just that any time I try to use milk in conjunction with heat, unspeakable horrors occur. My most successful lactiferous endeavor has been with macaroni and cheese, and that’s stretching it. Normally I would explain how to make the food in question here but anybody who doesn’t know how to make mac and cheese from a box probably shouldn’t be allowed to cook in the first place so I’ll just cut to the chase and say that the cheese somehow always ends up splattered over both the microwave and my shirt, which you’d think would be mutually exclusive. Ultimately it was still edible though. The real issue I have is the quesadilla.

The quesadilla is another food that my family can all prepare better than me, but normally I get around it by rebranding it as a “quasi-dilla” because my love of terrible puns is far greater than my self loathing at not being able to master basic life skills. I can make pretty good quasi-dillas normally, too—it’s a simple process. Just oil the pan, put the cheese on top of the tortilla, fry until the cheese is melted, then fold it in half and eat. (You can throw little bacon in there while it’s cooking for extra flavor and an increased chance of rectal cancer later in life.) at least that’s how it works anywhere either than in my room. When I try it in my room it takes so long for the cheese to melt that the entire tortilla has invariably shriveled into an inedible black crisp. I have no idea what variable causes this as I can’t reproduce any other result.

A similar problem occurs with grilled cheese. I either butter the bread before putting it on the pan and the same thing happens as with the quasi-dilla, or I don’t and the bread becomes burnt on the outside and raw on the inside which is actually worse. Yes, I tasted it. No, I don’t know why. I think the problem might have something to do with my stove, it has no numbers for the temperature settings and food always seems to take longer to cook than the receipt says it should. At the same time, I’m not sure why cheese is such a problem, considering most of the other food I cook on the stove turns out all right. The microwave problem I can understand; every single time I put a liquid in there it acts like a volcano on viagra. But the stove just seems to have it out for cheese specifically. It would be really annoying if there wasn’t a pizza place right down the block. Ahhh, New York.


Some people classify eggs as dairy, but those people are crazy. It doesn’t even come from a cow. Eggs will be covered in the meat section. Except I already wrote the meat section, so I guess anybody who wanted egg stories is shit out of luck.


By: Alexander Rose

Alexander Rose studies satire at NYU Gallatin and wishes he was actually just Oscar Wilde. He is interested in writing, roleplaying games, and procrastination. Describing himself in the third person like this makes him feel weird.

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