If You're A College Senior, Do NOT Let Your Peers Become Strangers After Graduation

If You're A College Senior, Do NOT Let Your Peers Become Strangers After Graduation

I certainly did not think that the people sitting next to me every Tuesday and Thursday at 5 PM would suddenly become “my people.”

These past three and a half years of college, I’ve breezed by, just wanting to get my degree and then get the hell out.

I’m sure a lot of you also felt this way, especially the first couple years when you’re sitting in a lecture hall full of 200 students, listening to some professor go on and on about American history. It’s no fun, and while you may make a friend or two, there’s really no telling if you’ll keep in touch when there are no more notes to swap or tests to study for.

But then you start taking your major classes, and things aren’t so bad. You finally find people who are on the same frequency as you, the ones you can share the struggle with together. But even then, it seems like you are so stressed out about doing well in your classes that you don’t take the time to get to know the person sitting right next to you. You sit next to this person twice a week, for at least an hour, throughout the next fifteen weeks; that’s nearly 30 hours spent with this person.

Yet most of us don’t mutter more than a few sentences to each other the entire semester. Isn’t that kind of tragic?

I’m not saying this happens in every single one of your classes, some are definitely more sociable than others, but we’ve all had that one class where no one talks to each other.

I get it, we have our days where we don’t feel like talking to anyone, but if we had made an effort to talk to these people in the first place, then there’s a good chance they’d sense that something was wrong and ask if you were OK. At the end of the day, we all want to know that we are cared for, and even if it’s just the guy in your management class asking how your week is going, it makes the biggest difference (and you might not even know it).

I have definitely met some pretty cool people in my classes, and for those that I haven’t kept in touch with, I deeply regret it. I hope this article lands on your FB timeline and you realize the impact you have made on my life, even if you don’t think you’ve done anything at all.

This past semester I vowed to myself to actually get to know my classmates. You never know who is friends with who, and what they can do for you. I made sure to bring a positive attitude into the classroom and hoped that my efforts would start a chain reaction.

Let’s just say I certainly did not think that the people sitting next to me every Tuesday and Thursday at 5 PM would suddenly become “my people.”

This wasn’t a normal class, it was a life-changing process. Maybe it was because we were forced to get out of our comfort zones, or maybe it was because we didn’t know what the hell we were doing most of the time, but somewhere in the midst of it all, we became better versions of ourselves.

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I know you’re probably wondering what class I am talking about. We are all fortunate enough to go to a university that offers entrepreneurship classes. While most of us were taking this as our last business elective, we didn’t expect it to impact our lives as much as it did.

I’m not saying we all magically became successful entrepreneurs after this class (we wish), but it did evoke that entrepreneurial spirit that was inside of us all along.

We learned about the importance of vulnerability, and we encouraged and supported each other to go after our dreams.

If we hadn’t taken this class, we would have never been blessed with the lovely music of James Hooper. James would have never met Andrew, who was actually a DJ, and they would have never gotten the chance to collaborate. Andrew wouldn’t have reconnected with Andres, and we wouldn’t have a place to stay if we ever made it to Guatemala.

I probably would’ve never seen Madelyn, my right-hand woman in accounting sophomore year, again and she would have never landed her dream job. We wouldn’t have dragged Jake along to a football game, even though neither of us understood football. We would’ve never known Sarah Beth was a national champion in horseback riding, and a badass in general, even though she kept quiet in class.

Chris and Regan, if you’re reading this, thank you for letting us be vulnerable in the classroom. Thank you for showing us the true meaning of getting comfortable being uncomfortable, it is something that we will never forget. You have made an impact on all of our lives, and we want you to know that because you taught us that we can say the smallest thing and have the greatest impact on someone’s life without even knowing it. We want you to know it.

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With your creaky beds, concrete walls, and mismatched tile floors, you are easily overlooked as just another room we were randomly assigned to— but you were different. Inside your old walls, I have made some of the best memories of my life that I will hold on to forever.

Thank you for welcoming my neighbors in with open arms who quickly became friends who didn't knock and walked in like you were their own.

I feel like an apology is needed.

We're sorry for blaring the music so loud while getting ready and acting like we can actually sing when, in reality, we know we can't. Sorry for the dance parties that got a bit out of control and ended with us standing on the desks. Sorry for the cases of the late-night giggles that came out of nowhere and just would not go away. Sorry for the homesick cries and the "I failed my test" cries and the "I'm dropping out" cries. We're sorry for hating you at first. All we saw was a tiny and insanely hot room, we had no idea what you would bring to us.

Thank you for providing me with memories of my first college friends and college experiences.

As I stand at the door looking at the bare room that I first walked into nine months ago I see so much more than just a room. I see lots and lots of dinners being eaten at the desks filled with stories of our days. I see three girls sitting on the floor laughing at God knows what. I see late night ice cream runs and dance battles. I see long nights of homework and much-needed naps. Most importantly, I look at the bed and see a girl who sat and watched her parents leave in August and was absolutely terrified, and as I lock you up for the last time today, I am so proud of who that terrified girl is now and how much she has grown.

Thank you for being a space where I could grow, where I was tested physically, mentally and emotionally and for being my home for a year.


A girl who is sad to go

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Why Are We In School Again?

This time of the semester makes you question soooo many things... like is it all worth it?


If you are like me, then you have pulled out your hair multiple times in the past two weeks or so, have stared at your laptop screen multiple times throughout the night with saliva dripping out of your mouth, and coffee just can't seem to make you do that one assignment that is so forsakenly stupid so you're seriously adding up numbers to determine how bad a big ol' goose egg would effect your grade.

Maybe it's because this is my next to last semester? Maybe it's because it's Spring and I just wanna go swim, or take my family to the zoo, or go mow, or go play sports, or go Turkey Hunting (this weekend!), or anything else besides this dredge.

With all that being said and complained, sometimes I need to retell myself why I'm doing something. Nothing is better than a good pep-talk for yourself. We tear ourselves down enough, might as well build ourselves up sometimes right?

I was talking with my FIL that other day about college, and how I feel that our generation has made college a MANDATORY goal or step in life. He owns several of his own businesses and is quite successful, all without a college degree. We both agreed that it depends on the individual and their personal goals. College has it's pros, but it can definitely have its cons. Truth be told, it's not the be all and end all that everyone has made it out to be. Not by a long shot, because some of the best teachers aren't in college. Things like experience, failure, success, etc.

I know, this seems like quite the pep talk already. I'm already struggling with college, but now I'm making it seem more unnecessary? Well, not exactly.

See, for me, college was mandatory. I wanted to be a teacher, and I wanted to learn more about the Bible and working as a Pastor. Sure, experience has taught and will teach me so much more. But, I'm so thankful I've busted my butt for this simple foundation to build off of.

I am loathing school right now. But I can see the end of the tunnel. And I now that I am here right now because I'm building the slab for the building that will be built on top of it. Not exactly flowers and rainbows, but it's something. And it's personal to me.

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