A Friendly Reminder To All Students During Finals Week

A Friendly Reminder To All Students During Finals Week

You are more than your grade.

The night before finals. If you listen closely, you can hear the soft cries of fearful college students. Coffee shortages expand as far as the eye can see. People are studying in every crevice of the library, waiting to pounce at the opportunity of a freed table or chair. Reasons to procrastinate seem to flow freely, as you begin you realize that you have to deep clean your entire suite before tomorrow. As you drown in a sea of note cards and highlighters, you start to question “what jobs I could get with one semester of college education”? The prospects of being a trophy wife or sugar baby seem all to appealing…

This is a public service announcement to all college students: stop stressing. Stop worrying. Stop crying. Stop. Stop. Stop.

I know this may seem like it is the worst week. The lack of sleep and inadequate nutrition might be finally getting to your inner self. You feel as low as you can. But, my friends, this is not the end. Finals are minute compared to the grand scheme of life. You will not wake up one day and realize that the C you got on your philosophy final was the beginning of the end. You are worth much more than your grade.

I learned this early on as a child. In high school, I would rather take a bullet than anything lower than a B; I was the typical overachiever. For my Chemistry final, I got a C+. Acting like a typical 16 year old overacheiver, I was determined that this miniscule C was the end to my academic career. No good college. No dean’s list. My world would indefinitely go to shit. My dad, always hiding important lessons within strange riddles, said “Do you know what they call a guy who graduated with the lowest GPA in med school? Doctor”. As I got older, wiser, and less melodramatic, I realized that he was right. Even if I graduated last, I still made it. I still graduated.

So, to all my college students, struggling to find the light at the end of this dark, dark tunnel: You are worth more than your grade. Whether you get an A+ or an F-, you are still smart. You are still valuable. You still have so much to offer the world. You cannot let a standardized test dictate how you perceive yourself. You do not need an unobtainable grade controlling your life and your happiness. You need to focus on the things in life that really matter: memories, friendships, healthy spiritual growth, things that you will truly remember 10 years from now. Life is too short to let small things bring you down, when there is so much beauty to look forward to.

This is for you. Hope it helps.

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A Letter To My Freshman Dorm Room As I Pack Up My Things

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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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When Was The Last Time You Were Alive?

If you can't post it for everyone to see, was it truly a remarkable moment?


Being alive is an essentially effortless act.

In theory, as long as you're eating food, drinking water, and performing as a human, assuming no major health conditions, most of us are living.

The tragedy I see most often is so very few of us are alive.

Now, I'm not suggesting you drop your textbooks and sprint up a mountain, or go broke trying to find yourself in new activities and events.

That's the illusion pressed onto so many of us. Social Media, more importantly, FOMO, has taught us that in order to truly be alive we need to make sure we travel far and wide, eat gourmet and unique food, and essentially, immerse ourselves in something phenomenal. However, regardless of what you do- don't do it without an audience and the value of your experience will only be justified by the number of likes you accrue on your #bestvacation ever because you #lovenature. With your back to the camera and wispy hair flowing in the beach air, you hit all of your angles, how else will you prove that you're alive to Instagram?

I fell for this too. I spent so much of my life constantly trying to get to the next phase life had to offer. High school was fun, but I was counting the days until graduation. Growing up in a small hometown wasn't awful, but I had sticky note calendars until my next vacation. And day in and day out, events would happen all around me that were just too "normal." I wasn't alive, but I was living.

Setting your soul on fire and truly living is so much more difficult than you could ever expect, but not because you have to drain savings and take along a buddy to snap all the perfect moments.

Choosing to be alive is realizing how important it is to be in this moment or phase in life and accepting it for all its worth. Instead of racing to the finish line or trying to sprint into your next season of assumed happiness, take time to notice all the beautiful and small things that make this moment so important. There is so much life to be found in simple moments.

Semesters are ending, we are all racing to summer. Perhaps in the process, take note of the routine cafeteria worker that constantly smiles at you and says hello. Or perhaps, giggle at the fact that in just a few short weeks that bus driver you see every single morning won't be apart of your morning routine.

The farther I get from what used to be my normal, the more I miss that season of life. I haven't lived in my hometown since I was eighteen, but I miss the simplicity that came with my drives to high school listening to Kanye West and the coziness of a small town opening its doors to start a new day. I never stopped to be alive in those moments, I was just simply living.

Wherever your next phase of life might be, it will always be there. You will always have something else coming. However, once this moment is gone. It's truly gone. Don't waste beautiful views trying to capture just the right picture for Instagram, take in the moment.

Living and experiencing life can be as simple as trusting that you're exactly where you need to be in life. Cherish each moment as you're in it. The next moment is coming whether you're ready or not.

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