Words of Wisdom: From A College Freshman to High School Seniors

Words of Wisdom: From A College Freshman to High School Seniors

Why spend all of your time stressing while you could be enjoying your last few months at home?
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I know you’re crying over college stress and I know that every day without that acceptance letter will make your life harder. Trust me.

I waited from September 1st, all the way until April 7th to hear back from the only school that I cared about.

There were a lot of tears during that eight month span. A lot.

I understand your stress and tears, and not to sound too cliche, but things will get better.

Now that I think of it, instead of spending so much time crying and stressing, I could have been enjoying my last few months living at home. It sounds dramatic, but it’s the truth. You’re going to have months where you don’t go home once and you’re going to have months where you feel like you spent too much time at home. Enjoy your comfortable bed, you won’t get one in college. Enjoy showering without being forced to wear shoes, communal showers are nasty. Enjoy your pets and parents, because they’re not going to college with you.

Most importantly, enjoy your best friends while you can still spend everyday with them. It sucks to be in a different state than every single one of your best friends. The hardest part about going home on any given weekend is that your best friend isn’t a short drive away. She’s still in another state. The car that drove by you that you honked at because you thought it was her, not her. She’s still in another state. Your daily lunch dates and weekly mall trips aren’t happening anymore in college. Enjoy them now.

Also, enjoy your boyfriend. I can rewrite this paragraph so many times and still not find the right words to describe being away from your him, but this is the best that I can do. You’re going to get to a point where you don’t see him for a while and the thought of just giving him a hug could make you break down in tears. Even walking by a guy who wears the same cologne as him could really upset you in a way that you didn’t even know was possible. Skype or FaceTime WILL become your best friend. You’ll get to a point where the thought of seeing him for 5 minutes would be enough, just so that you don’t have to go a full month without him. You’ll get in stupid fights, but you’ll get over it. You’ll be fine. The first month will say a lot about your relationship and how long it will last. The most important thing about long distance relationships is communication, and I can’t stress it enough. But, when you love someone, being away is hard, but if you love them enough, then you can get through it.

Finally, leaving mom and dad isn’t easy. Without your parents, you won’t get home cooked food. It doesn’t seem like a big deal but to a girl whose mom made dinner every night, it sucks. Sure, they’re only a phone call away, but sometimes you just want to be able to see them. Face it, they’re your parents, I know they’re not easy to deal with during senior year because you’re just on the cusp of freedom. But you’re going to miss them. Adulting isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Adjustment isn’t easy, and the people that make it look easy are lying. We all have days where we cry because dining hall food is nothing compared to your mom’s home cooked food or how no one can cheer you up like your dad. It takes a lot, especially when you’re trying to balance loads of homework, a somewhat-normal sleep schedule, friendships, and time for yourself.

Enjoy being in your childhood hometown because you can walk around on campus for a full day and not see one familiar face.

And it may sound like I really don’t enjoy college, but I wouldn’t change anything. I love being at Temple University. I’m exploring my personal and academic strengths and weaknesses. I’m learning how to adjust to city life. I’m trying new things. And, to make life better, I have the most amazing group of friends who make my stressful days worth it.

I miss home, I really do. It’s such a great feeling to be home for a few days and get away from school, but I always find myself missing my little dorm room, my daily schedule, and all of my new friends.

You’ll always have a special place in your heart for your hometown, but your new life awaits and is coming up quicker than you’d expect.

College is fun and exciting. Keep an open mind and you'll be nothing but surprised at how much fun it really is.

The bottom line is, enjoy what you have while you still have it. Wherever you end up, whether it’s your top school or not, you will be happy. High school flies by in a heartbeat, and if you’re too busy waiting to get out, you might just miss it.

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1. They will do anything for you, literally.

My stepdad has done any and every thing for me. From when I was little until now. He was and still is my go-to. If I was hungry, he would get me food. If something was broken, he would fix it. If I wanted something, he would normally always find a way to get it. He didn't spoil me (just sometimes), but he would make sure that I was always taken care of.

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2. Life lessons.

Yup, the tough one. My stepdad has taught me things that I would have never figured out on my own. He has stood beside me through every mistake. He has been there to pick me up when I am down. My stepdad is like the book of knowledge: crazy hormonal teenage edition. Boy problems? He would probably make me feel better. He just always seemed to know what to say. I think that the most important lesson that I have learned from my stepdad is: to never give up. My stepdad has been through three cycles of leukemia. He is now in remission, yay!! But, I never heard him complain. I never heard him worry and I never saw him feeling sorry for himself. Through you, I found strength.

3. He loved me as his own.

The big one, the one that may seem impossible to some step parents. My stepdad is not actually my stepdad, but rather my dad. I will never have enough words to explain how grateful I am for this man, which is why I am attempting to write this right now. It takes a special kind of human to love another as if they are their own. There had never been times where I didn't think that my dad wouldn't be there for me. It was like I always knew he would be. He introduces me as his daughter, and he is my dad. I wouldn't have it any other way. You were able to show me what family is.

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Batter Up

Because someone needed to teach her rotten boyfriend a lesson about how to treat a woman.

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I have this memory from when I was younger,

I must have been six, maybe seven? An age

When you can remember, but not quite

Understand. I remember the landline

Ringing sometime in the middle

Of the night in my grandmother's small,

But adequate house. I had been sleeping,

Tucked under a shield of satin covers,

My grandmother next to me, blanketless,

And stiff, on the very edge of the queen mattress

Like she was anticipating some sort of disaster.

It wasn't the phone that pulled me from my sleep,

It was my grandmother's instant jerk, her eyes

Flipping open quicker than a light switch,

The mattress springing back up, adjusting

To the new lightness as she fled the room. My waking

Was soft like a song. Slow and humane.

My eyes adjusting to the dark, my ears absorbing the ringing,

My mind reminding itself that I was at my grandmother's house.


Then, the ringing stopped;

Abrupt, like a disarmed fire alarm.

It was just a drill, I thought.

But, then I heard the mumbling

From behind the door, panicked mumbling.

Rapid, like gunfire. My grandmother's Rs

Rolling down the hallway and under the door crack.

She only spoke Spanish when she was angry.


The call ended, my grandmother returned to the room,

Wrapped me in a blanket, and carried me into the night.

She buckled me into the backseat of her Toyota and said,

We were going to Auntie Mandy's house because someone

Needed to teach her rotten boyfriend a lesson about how to treat

A woman.


When we arrived at the house, we found the front door

Wide open, the house lights spilling out onto the porch.

A truck, I had seen once before, was parked a foot away

From the front door, aggressive. The truck had trampled

Over the dandelions and daisies, which lay wounded

In the front yard. A scene that begged for investigation.


My grandmother told me to stay put in my seat.

I watched as she walked to the back of the car, her normally pretty

Face turned straight, looked masculine. I watched as she pulled

Something wooden out of her trunk, then in her feline walk,

Approached the house. She turned to me, and I saw the

Baseball bat, immense in her female hands.


I slouched in my seat, the window above my head.

I never saw her go into the house.


I don't remember how long I sat,

Until the red and blue lights came.

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