Kissing The Teens Goodbye

Kissing The Teens Goodbye

Hello, Twenties

My earliest memories consist of playing house with my friends. As with any good game of "house", there are a few roles that are required. The mom, the baby, that one friend you punished into being the dog, and of course, the teenager.

In my younger years, I believed that turning thirteen came with the undeniable traits of being rude to your parents, obnoxiously chewing gum, and a gross overuse of the word, "whatever!". However, what I later came to realize (when I, myself, graced the age of 13) is that this is quite far from the truth (well...most of the time).

What I was surprised--and even a little let down--to learn is that the momentous age of 13 felt no different than being 12.

There was no radical personality swap, nor immediate outrage towards my parents, nor anything else that would denote that I had become this hyped-up monster known as a "teenager".

Along with all the stereotypes and expectations and parental dread that accompany a tween becoming a teen, I expected the years would be filled with nothing short of angst and anger and sass.

However, I was lucky to learn that this was quite far from the case. When I reflect back on the 7 years I spent as a teenager, the only things that fill my mind are happy memories. Don't get me wrong, I had my fair share of tears and fights and anger, but this is not what stands out to me.

13 included struggling over "IRLA" homework, breezing through math, making up nick-names so that my friends and I could talk about people at lunch, and kissing the Hebrew language goodbye (or so I thought).

14 included thinking I was incredibly sophisticated because I read the book The Help BEFORE I saw the movie, a tremendous war with Algebra I, and a sudden life-consuming obsession with One Direction.

15 saw me losing friends and finding friends, starting what would become a life-long relationship with running in the form of winter track and approximately 3 One Direction concerts.

16 took me on a trip to London with my best friends, gave me a permit that I had no clue how to use, and took me to about 2 more One Direction concerts (still couldn't shake the obsession...).

17 included a real license that led me to drive the wrong way down a 1-way street (and somehow live to tell the tale), college applications, college acceptance, and a love affair with Grey's Anatomy that I will never grow out of.

18 saw me decorate a graduation cap and pack my life into under-bed storage, leave my best friends to meet new ones, acquire about 300x more orange into my wardrobe, and One Direction breaking up (you can only imagine how crushed I was).

19 came and went with a random re-acquaintance with the Hebrew language (and the fulfillment of my language requirement), learning how to use a C100 camera, far too many calzones, and a lot of mistakes but even more smiles.

So here I am with about 10 days left being able to call myself a teenager, and a lot of sadness about leaving these years behind. The teenage stereotype is entirely wrong; people talk about the teenage years as if they will be the worst of your life, and while I don't know what's ahead of me, I am entirely sure that if these were the worst years of my life I nothing to complain about.

So while yes, there are times I rolled my eyes and screamed "whatever!" in my mother's face, this was far from the norm. And while yes, there were tough times, there was also more laughter and happiness and love than ever before.

And so if I ever play a game of house with my future children (after all, I guess that is the type of stuff that happens when you're in your *twenties*) I will always request to be the teenager, because it will mean that just for a few minutes I will be able to relive all the joy that those 7 years held.

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It's Time To Thank Your First Roommate

Not the horror story kind of roommate, but the one that was truly awesome.

Nostalgic feelings have recently caused me to reflect back on my freshman year of college. No other year of my life has been filled with more ups and downs, and highs and lows, than freshman year. Throughout all of the madness, one factor remained constant: my roommate. It is time to thank her for everything. These are only a few of the many reasons to do so, and this goes for roommates everywhere.

You have been through all the college "firsts" together.

If you think about it, your roommate was there through all of your first college experiences. The first day of orientation, wishing you luck on the first days of classes, the first night out, etc. That is something that can never be changed. You will always look back and think, "I remember my first day of college with ____."

You were even each other's first real college friend.

You were even each other's first real college friend.

Months before move-in day, you were already planning out what freshman year would be like. Whether you previously knew each other, met on Facebook, or arranged to meet in person before making any decisions, you made your first real college friend during that process.

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The transition from high school to college is not easy, but somehow you made it out on the other side.

It is no secret that transitioning from high school to college is difficult. No matter how excited you were to get away from home, reality hit at some point. Although some people are better at adjusting than others, at the times when you were not, your roommate was there to listen. You helped each other out, and made it through together.

Late night talks were never more real.

Remember the first week when we stayed up talking until 2:00 a.m. every night? Late night talks will never be more real than they were freshman year. There was so much to plan for, figure out, and hope for. Your roommate talked, listened, laughed, and cried right there with you until one of you stopped responding because sleep took over.

You saw each other at your absolute lowest.

It was difficult being away from home. It hurt watching relationships end and losing touch with your hometown friends. It was stressful trying to get in the swing of college level classes. Despite all of the above, your roommate saw, listened, and strengthened you.

...but you also saw each other during your highest highs.

After seeing each other during the lows, seeing each other during the highs was such a great feeling. Getting involved on campus, making new friends, and succeeding in classes are only a few of the many ways you have watched each other grow.

There was so much time to bond before the stresses of college would later take over.

Freshman year was not "easy," but looking back on it, it was more manageable than you thought at the time. College only gets busier the more the years go on, which means less free time. Freshman year you went to lunch, dinner, the gym, class, events, and everything else possible together. You had the chance to be each other's go-to before it got tough.

No matter what, you always bounced back to being inseparable.

Phases of not talking or seeing each other because of business and stress would come and go. Even though you physically grew apart, you did not grow apart as friends. When one of you was in a funk, as soon as it was over, you bounced right back. You and your freshman roommate were inseparable.

The "remember that one time, freshman year..." stories never end.

Looking back on freshman year together is one of my favorite times. There are so many stories you have made, which at the time seemed so small, that bring the biggest laughs today. You will always have those stories to share together.

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The unspoken rule that no matter how far apart you grow, you are always there for each other.

It is sad to look back and realize everything that has changed since your freshman year days. You started college with a clean slate, and all you really had was each other. Even though you went separate ways, there is an unspoken rule that you are still always there for each other.

Your old dorm room is now filled with two freshmen trying to make it through their first year. They will never know all the memories that you made in that room, and how it used to be your home. You can only hope that they will have the relationship you had together to reflect on in the years to come.

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Cancel Culture Is Toxic And Ugly

Stop deciding for me who I can and cannot like.


I was really hoping that canceled culture died in 2018, but unfortunately here we are in 2019 still "canceling" whoever we personally deem "problematic." Whether it's tweeting from six years ago or falsely made allegations, waves of people will grab on to anything they can to bring down whatever celebrity or influencer seems to be doing well at the moment.

Of course, it is important to bring light to horrible things such as racism, misogyny, domestic abuse, etc., but remember these horrible things are still happening TODAY. We need to focus our energy on combating the horrible things people are currently doing and saying; it is truly such a waste of time to bring up the problematic words and actions that someone in the limelight did almost a decade ago.

Let me be clear, there is no one person I am trying to defend here. I honestly don't care much to personally defend anyone who is being canceled by angry twitter-users who found something just bad enough to hold against them for eternity. I truly just find the idea of it annoying and ugly.

The idea that any person is a completely static, flat character is so inconceivable and unlikely that I truly have a hard time understanding why we cannot accept an apology from a matured person.

If we have no evidence that a person has made any recent damaging remarks, then how can we prove they haven't changed since they tweeted something wrong in 2013?

Of course, there are people who have recently or continuously proven they are indecent people who are not deserving of any sort of public exposure, but if they are truly so horrible, people will drop them without you having to tell them to do so. You don't have to condemn those who still remain loyal; they are probably not the kind of people you need to waste your time on anyway.

If the people canceling others were constantly watched like the people they have damned, I am absolutely sure there is something we could find from their past to cancel them as well.

Sometimes it is hard to remember that famous people are still human beings just like us. Anyone is prone to make mistakes, and those mistakes can absolutely be rectified over time.

Nowadays, people love jumping on the bandwagon of finding a new person to hate and don't even stop to think about the damage it could do to that person's life and reputation.

Give people a chance to prove that they are decent human beings before deciding whether "we" as a whole should love or hate them based on such a small amount of evidence.

I am not saying you have to love every celebrity. If you don't like what someone has said or done you absolutely do not have to give them your attention or devotion, but you should not tell me whether I can like them or not.

In 2019 we should put an end to canceled culture, and, instead, learn to take people at their word and accept their apologies for their past wrongdoings.

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