Dear Senior Me,I hope this letter finds you alive and well. If you're reading this, that means you haven't failed out of school yet and I am so proud of you!! Your freshman year is going incredible; nothing like you ever imagined. Hopefully by now you can handle yourself, are making smarter decisions, and are preparing yourself for the real world (yikes). I'm still trying to find out what kind of person I am and who I want to be, but I surely hope you have it figured out by now. Oh, and you better not be going on a fifth year because you know Mom would kill me… well you.Freshmen year has been full of firsts. Not long ago, you experienced your first college football game, first stressful round of midterms/finals, first college party, first social, first date night, first night downtown and first realization that you really are on your own. By now all of these experiences are second nature to you and you're probably reading this reminiscing on how great all of those first times were.l

Between the girls in your sorority and the people you've met on your hall and in your classes, you've met some of the coolest people this year and I can only hope you've kept them around in your life for the past four years — especially that cute boy in your Math class. I expect that by now everyone is finally over their high school boyfriends, actually able to navigate their way throughout downtown and overcoming FOMO (actually, I don't know about this one). All of the stupid shenanigans that happened freshmen year are probably irrelevant at this point, but right now, every night out involves some type of story that is either amazing or catastrophic, and normally ending at The Grille.lThere's a certain picture I see for myself my senior year and I believe with confidence that you have fulfilled my expectations. You better be graduating with a 4.0 and getting serious with some hot frat star Biochem major who aspires to be a plastic surgeon. But remember, hoes before bros any day. Those bitches got you through some of the hardest times freshman year like that time they listened to you cry about what seemed to be the most embarrassing story of your life, or when they used to take turns holding your hair while you puked in the Brumby rotunda. I'm sure the past three years have been filled with many memories like these, but seriously it's time to be more mature. Holding your alcohol and remembering your nights better be apart of your weekly routine, and you better live in a drama free zone.

I can't even imagine only having a few months left of UGA. Not trying to make you feel too old, but there are so many things you're going to miss about this school. Like the rush you get in the student section when we score a touchdown at Sanford or calling the dawgs in a crowded bar. I'm sure the past four years have been amazing and nothing like you ever imagined, however, as great as the memories have been, it is time to move on. All of your hard work is finally paying off and I'm sure you have a job or internship opportunity for right after college. This letter is to say congratulations, wish you good luck, and to tell you to get your shit together. The real world is a scary place.

Sincerely,

Your Freshmen Year Self