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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To High School Seniors In Their Last Semester

Senior year moves pretty fast; if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Dammit, you made it. The final semester of your senior year. You’re at the top of the food chain of high school, and it feels so good. You’re probably praying this last semester flies by, that you get out of town as soon as possible.

At this point, you’re calling teachers by their first names, the entire staff knows you by name, and you’re walking around school standing tall, owning those hallways. You’re convinced you’re ready to leave and move on to the next chapter in your life.

You’ve already experienced your last football game, standing in the cold in the front row of the student section all season long, decked out in your school colors and cheering loud and proud. That is, until they lost, and you realized you will never have that experience again. Never again.

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You already had your last winter break. Preparing and celebrating the holidays with your family, ice skating and sledding with your best friends. Those quiet nights alone in your room watching Netflix, taking for granted your loved ones just a few rooms away. Never again.

If you’re an athlete, you may have already played in your last game or ran your last race. The crowd cheering, proudly wearing your school’s name across your chest, giving it your all. For some, it may be the end of your athletic career. Before you knew it, you were standing in an empty gym, staring up at the banners and thinking about the mark you left on your school, wondering where on earth the time went. Never again.

I’m telling you right now, you’re going to miss it all. Everything you’ve ever known. Those early mornings when you debate going to first hour because you really need those McDonald’s hash browns. The late nights driving home from practice, stopping for ice cream of course, ready for a late night of homework. Getting food on a whim with your friends. Endless fights with your siblings. Your favorite chips in the pantry. A fridge full of food. Coming home to and getting tackled by your dog. Driving around your hometown, passing the same sights you’ve seen every day for as long as you can remember. Hugs from your mom after a long day. Laughs with your dad. And that best friend of yours? You’re going to miss them more than anything. I’m telling you right now, nothing will ever be the same. Never again.

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Before you start packing your bags, slow down, take a deep breath, and look around. You’ve got it pretty good here. The end of your senior year can be the time of your life; it’s truly amazing. So go to the winter dance, go to Prom, spend Senior Skip Day with your classmates, go to every sporting event you can, while you still can. College is pretty great, but it’s the little things you’re gonna miss the most. Don’t take it for granted because soon, you’ll be standing in a packed gym in your cap and gown, wondering where the heck the time went. You’ve got a long, beautiful life ahead of you, full of joy but also full of challenges. You’re going to meet so many wonderful people, people who will treat you right and people who won’t.

So, take it all in. Be excited for the future and look forward to it, but be mindful of the present. You’ve got this.
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A Little Glimpse Into What It's Like To Grieve In Your 20s

Debunking the stigma behind grief in the everyday young adult


A few days before last semester my little brother, Ethan, took his life. After years of him struggling to find his place in the world, he put his troubles and sorrows to rest. I had just moved into my sorority house to begin my Junior year, and a few days later I awakened late at night with several missed calls and messages. My dad texted me saying, "Ethan passed away Blair, dad is so sorry." When I first read the text, I had to keep reminding myself that it was real. Shortly after receiving that, my parents and family friends came to bring me home from school.

The next few days were filled with a roller coaster of emotions. I was reuniting with old friends and community members for days on end while we were all trying to understand the immense pain that my brother had felt. Soon, I went back to school because I knew that even in times of tragedy, life goes on. Above all else, I knew it's what my brother would have wanted. Being back at school is/was interesting. I felt like I was being judged by everyone for returning to school so early. I was in no way ready to discuss my family's recent tragedy, and I am still not ready to discuss it, yet people insist on asking for information regarding my brother's death. Despite this, the people around me continuously promised to support me when I was feeling sad or hopeless. The weeks after Ethan's death had me in a complete fog, making it hard to focus even to this day.

Fortunately, not many people have to deal with the death of a sibling at such a young age. Subsequently, many are not sure how to handle such a thing. I am often at a loss for words for what this experience feels like. Often times I feel bad that people don't know how to respond to me. Grief is something I would never wish upon someone.

Even on the days I feel alone, I know that there are people here to support me.

It means the world to me when people reach out and ask how I am doing, or to meet up with me for something as simple as ice cream. I appreciate this more than one knows.

On top of dealing with my brother's death I was dealing with rejection from a boy for the first time. Rejection of any kind is difficult, and is something everyone experiences in their life. Although I have felt rejection in many forms, especially being an aspiring actress, this was the first from a potential suiter. The loss of any friendship has been so hard after losing my brother. It has been hard to process other aspects of my life, and especially the crazy life of dating and being a 20-year-old in college. Moving on, and separating my grief from that rejection has been no easy feat.

As my semester was coming to a close, I ran into the boy I was interested in at a holiday party. This time of year had proven to be hard for me when I thought of the happy times spent with my brother during the holidays. That night was the first time I was unable to compose myself and put my best face forward being the actress I am. I couldn't hide my emotions anymore and I was overcome with grief. I had hit rock bottom. This journey has consisted of immeasurable self-doubt and soul searching.

Soon after the holiday party, I was told by someone who has been an authoritative figure to me, that "I was grieving weirdly" and that I "should go home for the rest of semester and take an incomplete". There were only two weeks left of the semester and my grades were great. I was so deeply offended by this notion, and that they had the audacity to judge the way I was grieving. I have been trying my best, and that is all that I can do. Despite this toxic conversation, I finished out the semester strong and took my well-deserved three-week break. My break was filled with much needed respite, creative inspiration, and time to collect my thoughts.

Coming back to school, I had an open conversation with my community on the reasonable steps they could take to support me in my journey for the rest of the school year. All someone that is grieving asks, is for you to sympathize with them. Thankfully, it was received well and I look forward to my upcoming semester.

There is often a stigma behind people who are actively grieving. Yes, I am going through a lot, yes, I am sad. But that doesn't mean I am incapable of loving life and experiencing things going on around me at school or in my life. This especially includes dating. I have learned that it is okay to embrace my feelings and express them in whatever way I deem fit. Grieving the loss of my brother has also made me stronger than ever. I can handle anything and I am ready to make my impact on the world.

Everyone experiences pain, struggle, grief, etc. What matters most, is how they come out of it. I want to continue the message of kindness. I am so grateful for my newfound bravery and at the end of the day, I will always miss my brother's unique perspective and outstanding sense of humor. If he were here today, first he'd probably roast me and then I know he would only want the best for me. In the end I plan to live my happiest life.

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