To My First College Roommate Who Will Definitely Be In My Wedding

To My First College Roommate Who Will Definitely Be In My Wedding

Thank you for everything.

I remember the first day we met at in-processing for freshmen in the field house. My dad was next to me, you looked over and waved. “Hi, I think I’m your roommate!” Little did I know, three years later, I’d be writing this letter as we both go onto two different paths, but yet are still so close.

Three years ago we were such different people. We laughed together as we would walk around campus and talk about how these years will be the best ones yet. I didn’t realize how fast they would fly by. We would look at all of the uniforms and realized in a few years, these will be our friends. But for now, we’re all just freshmen.

Nobody will ever understand our late night talks, the laughs that you and I only share. Nobody ever told me, but those were the moments that I would cherish most about college. And even if we grew apart for a while, or we had our spats, at the end of the day we would always find our way back to one another because that’s what sisters do.

I remember your tomato-macaroni soup during late night study sessions. I was in love with easy-mac. (Still both true.) We would laugh at one another because we knew exactly when our snack times were and if we missed one and got undoubtedly cranky, yell at one another to eat our damn macaroni.

We would sit in the hallways and made friends with our neighbors together. We would laugh hysterically in the staircases at late night hours because one of us was sitting on the platforms and pondering. Remember when random people would walk up to our door at night? People would ask how we knew them, we really didn’t-they just liked to visit our room every now and then.

Our late night 3 a.m. missions, how could I forget? Or when it was so nice out and we just walked everywhere and laughed and people would look at us so confused. But you were the one person who never judged me but laughed along. Our late night study sessions in the library. You were my library date every night. Thank you for that.

Three years later, you’ve found someone who lights up your world. It’s so amazing to see you so happy with him. I hope he knows that I will always third wheel whenever I want because you were my best friend first. You watched as I found myself three years later, saying goodbye to the person who I fell in love with, and who you watched me leave behind to better myself, and find my new career path. Thank you for always being my support system.

To the person who will be in my wedding one day, the person who will be Auntie, the person who I will always laugh over "Finding Dory" with thank you for the best years of college. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for growing with me these past few years. And thank you for requesting me as your roommate.

518 forever.

Cover Image Credit: Jenny Cappetta

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5 Perks Of Having A Long-Distance Best Friend

The best kind of long-distance relationship.

Sometimes, people get annoyed when girls refer to multiple people as their "best friend," but they don't understand. We have different types of best friends. There's the going out together best friend, the see each other everyday best friend and the constant, low maintenance best friend.

While I'm lucky enough to have two out of the three at the same school as me, my "low maintenance" best friend goes to college six hours from Baton Rouge.

This type of friend is special because no matter how long you go without talking or seeing each other, you're always insanely close. Even though I miss her daily, having a long-distance best friend has its perks. Here are just a few of them...

1. Getting to see each other is a special event.

Sometimes when you see someone all the time, you take that person and their friendship for granted. When you don't get to see one of your favorite people very often, the times when you're together are truly appreciated.

2. You always have someone to give unbiased advice.

This person knows you best, but they probably don't know the people you're telling them about, so they can give you better advice than anyone else.

3. You always have someone to text and FaceTime.

While there may be hundreds of miles between you, they're also just a phone call away. You know they'll always be there for you even when they can't physically be there.

4. You can plan fun trips to visit each other.

When you can visit each other, you get to meet the people you've heard so much about and experience all the places they love. You get to have your own college experience and, sometimes, theirs, too.

5. You know they will always be a part of your life.

If you can survive going to school in different states, you've both proven that your friendship will last forever. You both care enough to make time for the other in the midst of exams, social events, and homework.

The long-distance best friend is a forever friend. While I wish I could see mine more, I wouldn't trade her for anything.

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Shockingly, There Is Strength In Being Weak

Abandon the idea that you do not deserve to be taken care of. You do!


The one challenge in having a brave face, is others never considering there are moments you may not be. It is a beautiful yet complicated gift to be able to provide comfort to others. To be the person your friends and family turns to in times of crisis. Just remember that those who offer help, may need help sometimes too.

Lately, I have been struggling. Having flares of anxiety and repetition of old behaviors, that I am not so proud of. I am so kind to others facing struggle, but I have yet to understand the importance of offering myself the same respect.

Some may suggest therapy, seeking out health professionals. For many that may work. And if that is a tool that works for you, power to you! If you feel comfortable with the process pursue it! For myself, I am not. And I will tell you why.

I have yet to swallow my pride. To understand that the strong fail too. Oh how I despise failing. And I think fear of failure comes from my own personal expectations, to hold it "together". Because if I fall, who will those closest to me lean on? I have strength, therefore if I fall, we all do.

That may sound like an idiotic sentence, and while forming the words I recognize how false a statement it is. However, this is a deep rooted issue for many individuals. And for me this is something I struggle with. Allowing for the world to see my weakness.

One of my best friends, who has recently opened my eyes said to me, " To have the courage to ask for help is not you showing weakness, but strength." It takes a great deal of strength to open up. I find myself suppressing my emotions. Meanwhile, I write weekly about confronting your past. Yet I struggle in the practice I preach.

That is not weakness, yet it is a glimpse of reality. I am thankful for my friend, who noticed a shift within me, to speak up and make sure that I recognize that I am falling. Sometimes you cannot only rely on yourself, and you need to admit that you need help.

My greatest joy is helping others but again I cannot find the generosity in my heart to offer it to myself. I was wrestling with the "why". Why I cannot allow for others to worry about me, why I simply do not want other people to worry about me. It is because that is my job. Then I realized, being a brave individual goes hand in hand with wanting control.

I struggle with allowing for myself to be a mess. To admit when I have lost control of who I am. The issue with a brave face? You rarely let others see you cave. So those around you assume you are stedfast, strong, in control, without a shadow of a doubt ; okay.

I understand not each individual is intuitive. That people miss the signs of when others emotional well beings are compromised. I am grateful for my best friend and her intuitive mind and heart. Recognizing that I have not been completely myself as of late, just an extension.

For those of you , who feel you lack the skill. Those who are not capable of reading between the lines, noticing lack of bravery, please I advise you to check up on the ones who you are usually so sure that are "okay". A simple, "how are you", goes a very long way.

I know I was hoping all day that someone would recognize I was not so myself and ask the question. Thankfully, my best friend did. It is nice to know someone sees you. To understand that you're human, and to remind you that you're human. The brave are allowed to fall.

I note that this also means, the brave need to allow for transparency. Because when you allow for others to see your struggle, it is easier for them to then offer a helping hand. Break your silence, even if it proves that you are not always brave.

Each individual has strengths and weaknesses. My weakness? Being weak. Allowing for myself to strip off the mask of " I am okay", and revealing the " I am not okay".

Again, to be brave is in fact a complicated gift. Being emotionally strong for others, does not mean you do not deserve to also be taken care of. To be offered the same respect of healing and love. Leave behind the idea that those managing others issues, means they can manage their own. Even the bravest of walls can come falling down.

It does not take long to ask a three worded question; " How are you?" I hope those are brave enough to answer honestly.

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