A Letter From My High School Self To My College Self

A Letter From My High School Self To My College Self

To future me, you just read how you felt three days before your senior year came to an end, and now your freshman year of college is coming to an end.

When I was a senior in high school my psychology teacher gave us one of the best assignments I have ever had- write a letter to ourselves a year from now.

When I got home for summer break I found that letter waiting for me, and I decided to share it. For those who just finished my freshman year like me it’ll provide some nostalgia, and for those seniors who are in the place I was a year ago, I hope you find it relatable as your last year of high school winds down.

It’s the time of year where we seniors are climbing the walls, wanting nothing more than to leave these horrid halls. But that’s not all I’m feeling. Lately, I have this continuous feeling to be excited about something. I couldn’t figure out what was causing this unwavering adrenaline, but then I realized I am excited to actually start my life. I’ve dreamed about and planned my future ever since I was a little girl, but for the first time my plans are actually happening and opportunities to make my dreams come true are literally a few months away.

For the first time, I don’t know what to specifically expect. Yes, I am always restless and ready for summer this time of year, but this time when August comes around I won’t be buying the same school supplies, going into another year at the same school, or knowing the just of what my life will be like for the next nine months. No, this time I have no idea what to expect. It’s absolutely insane.

I don’t know who I’ll be spending my time with or what I’ll be doing with that time. I just think it’s crazy that in four months I’ll be getting packed up and moving to a new home away from home. I’ll be rushing a sorority, which I have been looking forward to since I was little.

I’ll be meeting all these new people, and possibly make the best friends I’ll ever have. I could stumble upon the love of my life, who knows! Growing up in a small town and going to a big D1 school makes the change even more drastic. The kids I’ve known since preschool, the ones I have grown with, the people that have been a part of my life year after year, won’t be around every day. College is something I’ve spent my whole life thinking about, and planning; Now it’s actually here. The world is literally waiting for me, and I just can’t wait to start living in it.

To future me, above you read how you felt three days before your senior year came to an end, and now your freshman year of college is coming to an end. That’ll feel so crazy, I can’t even imagine right now, but there are a few things I hope you did... I hope you started out your college experience having the time of your life, I hope you’re coming home with no regrets, and that you’ve grown as a person. I hope you and Katia had some great times. I hope you love your sorority, and whatever else you chose to get involved in.

For the love of God, I seriously hope you didn’t gain the freshman 15. I hope you called mom a lot because right now I think a lot about how I’m going to miss her more than anything. I hope you came home for breaks and cuddled with Leo, and were nice to Bry. And I really hope you made mom proud in your schoolwork. You’re smart, and you owe her that. I hope that you ended up not having to take math, I mean fingers crossed right now. I hope you’re following a path that will make you so unbelievably happy.

I hope you have made some of the best friends you’ll ever have, I also hope you have kept in touch with the old ones. I definitely hope you have found a cute boy...or two to take home to mom because of priorities. I hope you’re still planning on studying abroad and exploring the beautiful world. I hope you’re tan and soaked up every last bit of Tallahassee sun. I really just hope you’re happy with where life is taken you so far this year. I’m excited for this, until then much love and farewell, I’ll read you next year.

Now as I’m here reading this, past me- you did it.

Cover Image Credit: Emma Moos

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