50 TV Shows That Bring Back MAJOR Millennial Feels

50 TV Shows That Bring Back MAJOR Millennial Feels

1. American Idol

These 50 shows I know for a fact have impacted your life as a child in one way or another.

Whether it was before school, after school, or before bed! You may have even watched these during the day if you stayed home sick from school. I can honestly say I have watched every single one of these shows at one point or another.

To be completely honest with you all, I miss these shows. The new kid's shows are just not the same.

1. American Idol

2. Hannah Montana

3. Wizards Of Waverly Place

4. The Adventures Of Jimmy Neutron

5. Kim Possible

6. That So Raven

7. Drake & Josh

8. The Suite Life Of Zack And Cody

9. The Proud Family

10. Rugrats

11. Zoey 101

12. Clifford The Big Red Dog

13. Dora The Explorer

14. Imagination Movers

15. The Wiggles

16. The Wonder Pets

17. Little Einsteins

18. Blue’s Clues

19. SpongeBob Squarepants

20. Even Stevens

21. Bear In The Big Blue House

22. Bob The Builder

23. Caillou

24. CatDog

25. The Fairly Oddparents

26.Handy Manny

27. JoJo Circus

28. Little Bill

29.Dragon Tails

30. The Naked Brothers Band

31. Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide

32. Phil Of The Future

33. Phineas And Ferb

34. The Proud Family

35. True Jackson, Vp

36. Unfabulous

37. Big Time Rush

38. Rocket Power

39. My Super Sweet 16

40. Degrassi

41. The Secret Life Of The American Teenager

42. Ed, Edd n Eddy

43. All Grown Up

44. Punk’d

45. Room Raiders

46. Parental Control

47. Next

48. America's Best Dance Crew

49. Pimp My Ride

50. The Hills

I don’t know if I would have made it through some days if it wasn’t for these shows. These 50 are definitely some of the most iconic shows of the early 2000s. I absolutely miss these shows! I say we bring some of them back.

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Spending time with hospice patients taught me about the art of dying.


Death is a difficult subject.

It is addressed differently across cultures, lifestyles, and religions, and it can be difficult to find the right words to say when in the company of someone who is dying. I have spent a lot of time working with hospice patients, and I bore witness to the varying degrees of memory loss and cognitive decline that accompany aging and disease.

The patients I worked with had diverse stories and interests, and although we might have had some trouble understanding each other, we found ways to communicate that transcended any typical conversation.

I especially learned a lot from patients severely affected by dementia.

They spoke in riddles, but their emotions were clearly communicated through their facial expressions and general demeanor, which told a story all on their own.

We would connect through smiles and short phrases, yes or no questions, but more often than not, their minds were in another place. Some patients would repeat the details of the same event, over and over, with varying levels of detail each time.

Others would revert to a child-like state, wondering about their parents, about school, and about family and friends they hadn't seen in a long time.

I often wondered why their minds chose to wander to a certain event or time period and leave them stranded there before the end of their life. Was an emotionally salient event reinforcing itself in their memories?

Was their subconscious trying to reconnect with people from their past? All I could do was agree and follow their lead because the last thing I wanted to do was break their pleasant memory.

I felt honored to be able to spend time with them, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was intruding on their final moments, moments that might be better spent with family and loved ones. I didn't know them in their life, so I wondered how they benefited from my presence in their death.

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In a way, it might have made it easier to start fresh every week rather than to grow attached to a person they would soon leave.

Usually, the stories were light-hearted.

They were reliving a memory or experiencing life again as if it were the first time, but as the end draws nearer, a drastic shift in mood and demeanor is evident.

A patient who was once friendly and jolly can quickly become quiet, reflective, and despondent. I've seen patients break down and cry, not because of their current situation, but because they were mourning old ones. These times taught me a lot about how to be just what that person needs towards the end of their life.

I didn't need to understand why they were upset or what they wanted to say.

The somber tone and tired eyes let me know that what they had to say was important and worth hearing. What mattered most is that someone who cared was there to hear it.

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My First College Gal Pal Road Trip Was Amazing

Every girl should have one good girls trip.


In some way or another, everybody has a list of things they want to do in their lives before it's all over. After all, we're human. There's adventure to be had in every life. One thing I have always wanted to do before I grew too old and grey was go on a road trip with my gal pals to the beach. A couple weeks ago, I achieved this memorable milestone, and it allowed me to open up to new surroundings and experiences.

On this trip, I went with two of my friends from college, Kait and Lindsey, to visit my roommate Elizabeth in Virginia Beach. This was pretty big for Lindsey and I because neither of us had been to Virginia Beach before. Thankfully Elizabeth and Kait knew their way around the city, so we never got lost on our way to and fro.

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