Going Home Often During College Is Not Weird

Yes, I'm In College, I Go Home All The Time, And I Couldn't Feel Less Ashamed

Because let's be real here, the home life is the best life.


An only child, I always knew I couldn't get too far away from home when I went to college. This made my options when applying to college slightly more limited because I was certain in my desire to go to school close to home.

I grew up in the San Fernando Valley of California, about a thirty-minute drive from the city of Los Angeles. Every college I applied to was in California, and a few were too far for me to even consider if I did get in. My top school was always UCLA, but I also considered UC Santa Barbara and Cal Poly SLO.

When I found out that I got accepted into UCLA, I was ecstatic for thousands of reasons but one pretty significant reason for my excitement that not a lot of people can relate to was that it was so close to home.

I have always been super close to both my parents and I could not wait for them to come to visit me and for me to go home every so often and eat a home-cooked meal.

I know a few other people here at UCLA who are from the same hometown as me and could go back as often as me if they wanted to. While some do, many others prefer to stay on campus and get the "true college experience." I completely understand and frankly, respect them for being able to have that kind of strength. However, I succumb to the weakness pretty easily.

On average, I spend at least one night at home per week. Being just thirty minutes away from my warm and comforting bed, my mom's delicious dinners, my own shower, my family, and pretty much just my own space is exactly what I wanted.

A lot of people are shocked by how often I go back home and even criticize me for not allowing myself to become fully immersed in my college experience. However, I feel like I'm as involved as I would be if I never step foot off campus. I'm in a sorority, I'm part of a few clubs, I attend campus-famous events, I'm a huge dining hall fan (ask anyone who knows me - I practically live at Bruin Plate), I have a few favorite study spots, and I go out as much as you would expect any college freshman to. On top of all that, I get to enjoy the comfort of doing my laundry at home and sleeping in my room whenever I want. That's pretty great if you ask me.

At first, I did feel a little ashamed of telling my friends I was going home again. Now, they already see it coming, and I know to expect some ~friendly~ jokes and teasing.

So yes, college is a fun time, and I could not be more happy to attend and live on such a beautiful campus filled with so many inspiring and motivated students but, I'll never stop loving the home life, too.

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When You Make A Girl An Aunt, You Change Her World In All The Best Ways

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest girl in the world.


My brother and his wife recently blessed our family with the sweetest bundle of joy on planet earth. OK, I may be a little bias but I believe it to be completely true. I have never been baby crazy, but this sweet-cheeked angel is the only exception. I am at an age where I do not want children yet, but being able to love on my nephew like he is my own is so satisfying.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a very protective person.

From making sure the car seat is strapped in properly before every trip, to watching baby boy breathe while he sleeps, you'll never meet someone, besides mommy and daddy of course, who is more concerned with the safety of that little person than me.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her a miniature best friend.

There is something about an aunt that is so fun. An aunt is a person you go to when you think you're in trouble or when you want something mom and dad said you couldn't have. An aunt is someone who takes you to get ice cream and play in the park to cool down after having a temper tantrum. I can't wait to be the one he runs to.

When you make a girl an aunt, she gets to skip on the difficulty of disciplining.

Being an aunt means you get to be fun. Not to say I wouldn't correct my nephew if he were behaving poorly, but for the most part, I get to giggle and play and leave the hard stuff for my brother.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her the best listening ears.

As of right now I only listen to the sweet coos and hungry cries but I am fully prepared to listen to all the problems in his life in the future.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the best advice giver.

By the time my nephew needs advice, hopefully, I will have all of my life lessons perfected into relatable stories.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a number-one fan

Anything you do in life sweet boy, I will be cheering you on. I already know you are going to do great things.

When you make a girl an aunt, she learns what true love is.

The love I have for my nephew is so pure. Its the love that is just there. I don't have to choose to show love every day, I don't have to forgive, I don't have to worry if it is reciprocated, it is just there.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest person in the world.

I cannot wait to watch my precious nephew grow into the amazing person that I know he is going to be.

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The One Thing Everyone Should Do Before They Graduate

Why I wish everyone could have shared in my end of school adventure.


The end of freshman year was filled with the abundant stress of final exams, teary-eyed goodbyes, and last looks at my dorm room on South Campus. The academic year was overwhelmingly busy, and I tried my best to soak in every single moment as a first-year college student. But as I'm sure many of you can understand, it's not always possible to make time for the adventures we so desperately desire. I found myself saying "I want to do that!" all year long, and here it was the last week of the year and my bucket list had barely been touched. All those Philadelphia excursions, dreamy coffee shop dates, and campus explorations that I looked forward to never ended up panning out…

… until last Thursday night.

With about half the freshman class moved out of South Campus, everything felt a little strange. There was barely a dinner rush at all in Donahue Dining Hall, and my room looked so empty it almost made me sad. Naturally, I called up a couple of friends. Within minutes, we met in the lounge, and we were off for our adventure.

Every single day on the way to labs in Mendel Hall, I walked past the beloved Falvey Fountain. It had become such a consistent part of my routine that walking past it felt like it was a necessary daily occurrence. But this time, we didn't walk past. In fact, we stopped dead in our tracks and admired its color changing beauty for a brief moment.

And then we dove in!

Yes, we jumped right into the fountain. First the daring adventurer of the group, then his sidekick, then the skeptic, and finally myself. This was definitely not allowed, but no one was around, and more importantly, no one cared. Being knee deep was freezing, but the adrenaline rush was too much to suppress. So we submerged further, dunking each other and splashing the icy water literally everywhere. My wet hair made way for the most epic hair flip of all time, and we all laughed joyously.

All the stress of looming final grades and the completion of projects, the bittersweet goodbyes to our newfound families, and the hassles of packing up for the year were washed away in that fountain, drowned in the euphoria of the moment. We were officially baptized in summer as it dubbed us the kings and queens of adventure.

Afterward, we wrung out our soaking clothes and snapped a quick pic of our drenched selves. Trying to escape the scene hastily, I dropped my bag of M&M;'s. They spilled everywhere, leaving streams of melty chocolate and food coloring running through the aftermath of our fountain dive. The scene looked like a bit of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory had exploded from the fountain and into the night.

I am far from kidding when I say that adventure is a must for everyone, at any stage of life. Whether it's fountain diving at Nova, or sky diving in New Mexico, something about us as human beings needs the unusual, exciting, and even hazardous experiences. This one was particularly cleansing and absolutely unforgettable.

So I implore you: go forth this summer and be adventurous! Explore hidden places, try new eats, shuffle a stranger's playlist, introduce yourself to someone on a whim, or just get in the car and drive with no destination in mind. This summer is for the bold; this summer's for you.

Happy adventuring!


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