Remember To Dream

May We Never Forget To Dream

May we raise our children on dreams rather than economies.


I fear that in this day and age, we as human beings focus on the wrong sort of "importance". We focus on money and how much of it we can possibly get. We focus on careers and which would lead us to make the most money. And money and careers are worth thinking about, especially in this society, but it is also equally worth it to think with our imagination. To remember how to dream.

It is so important that we all dream about our goals, our futures, and about the times we will spend hang-gliding over the Swiss Alps or zip-lining through the Amazon someday. Even when we are older and mature, middle-aged like a nice fine cheese (hahaha can you imagine turning 40 and someone buys you a birthday cheese twin. Look, you're both 40! That idea is only a ~little cheesy), we should always keep our dreams in our minds. Never give up on them, no matter how out of the realm of possibility they may seem. Dreaming and imagining about "what could be" keeps us young and alive. I know this is true because I heard it in a song once, and everything you hear is true. Just kidding, of course, but in this case, I believe it to be the truth.

The truth rings in the lyrical genius of Youth Lagoon's song "17", which paints the picture of a mother asking her child to "never stop imagining, for the day that you do is the day that you die". Though you do not literally die, your dreams do, and essentially, your spirit along with it. I would like to keep my spirit intact, personally, so you best believe that I will be out there, as old as a fine cheese (lol), dreaming about flying over the Mediterranean sea or scuba diving off the coast of Antarctica. (That's a real thing, by the way, which is so beyond me but wild and I love the thought of it).

I think I may have gone off on a bit of a tangent there, but the idea is this: society often molds us into these automatons that are just searching for the next success, the next stack of cash, the next this or that. We always want more, more, more. That's how our society has raised us. I wish we were raised on hopes, on dreams, instead. I wonder how different our world would be if everyone grew up in a place that didn't put money and success, the kind that would stop at nothing to be the "best", no matter how many people are hurt in the process, on such a high and frankly pretty unattainable pedestal. It is OK to not get the highest grade in that chemistry class you are in, or in your advertising course.

Life will go on, and we will still push forward. The earth will keep spinning, believe it or not. It is OK to not make millions of dollars. It really is. They weren't wrong when they said the best things in life aren't things. You can't buy the best. The best is life, it's being alive. It's having friends and family who support you and your dreams. It's living your life without forgetting all of your aspirations that may seem out of reach. May we all try to remember that imagination is the backbone of our youthfulness, our childhood, our spirits. May we raise our children on dreams rather than economies. May we simply be a melting pot of people living out our lives with that in mind.

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When You Make A Girl An Aunt, You Change Her World In All The Best Ways

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest girl in the world.


My brother and his wife recently blessed our family with the sweetest bundle of joy on planet earth. OK, I may be a little bias but I believe it to be completely true. I have never been baby crazy, but this sweet-cheeked angel is the only exception. I am at an age where I do not want children yet, but being able to love on my nephew like he is my own is so satisfying.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a very protective person.

From making sure the car seat is strapped in properly before every trip, to watching baby boy breathe while he sleeps, you'll never meet someone, besides mommy and daddy of course, who is more concerned with the safety of that little person than me.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her a miniature best friend.

There is something about an aunt that is so fun. An aunt is a person you go to when you think you're in trouble or when you want something mom and dad said you couldn't have. An aunt is someone who takes you to get ice cream and play in the park to cool down after having a temper tantrum. I can't wait to be the one he runs to.

When you make a girl an aunt, she gets to skip on the difficulty of disciplining.

Being an aunt means you get to be fun. Not to say I wouldn't correct my nephew if he were behaving poorly, but for the most part, I get to giggle and play and leave the hard stuff for my brother.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her the best listening ears.

As of right now I only listen to the sweet coos and hungry cries but I am fully prepared to listen to all the problems in his life in the future.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the best advice giver.

By the time my nephew needs advice, hopefully, I will have all of my life lessons perfected into relatable stories.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a number-one fan

Anything you do in life sweet boy, I will be cheering you on. I already know you are going to do great things.

When you make a girl an aunt, she learns what true love is.

The love I have for my nephew is so pure. Its the love that is just there. I don't have to choose to show love every day, I don't have to forgive, I don't have to worry if it is reciprocated, it is just there.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest person in the world.

I cannot wait to watch my precious nephew grow into the amazing person that I know he is going to be.

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The One Thing Everyone Should Do Before They Graduate

Why I wish everyone could have shared in my end of school adventure.


The end of freshman year was filled with the abundant stress of final exams, teary-eyed goodbyes, and last looks at my dorm room on South Campus. The academic year was overwhelmingly busy, and I tried my best to soak in every single moment as a first-year college student. But as I'm sure many of you can understand, it's not always possible to make time for the adventures we so desperately desire. I found myself saying "I want to do that!" all year long, and here it was the last week of the year and my bucket list had barely been touched. All those Philadelphia excursions, dreamy coffee shop dates, and campus explorations that I looked forward to never ended up panning out…

… until last Thursday night.

With about half the freshman class moved out of South Campus, everything felt a little strange. There was barely a dinner rush at all in Donahue Dining Hall, and my room looked so empty it almost made me sad. Naturally, I called up a couple of friends. Within minutes, we met in the lounge, and we were off for our adventure.

Every single day on the way to labs in Mendel Hall, I walked past the beloved Falvey Fountain. It had become such a consistent part of my routine that walking past it felt like it was a necessary daily occurrence. But this time, we didn't walk past. In fact, we stopped dead in our tracks and admired its color changing beauty for a brief moment.

And then we dove in!

Yes, we jumped right into the fountain. First the daring adventurer of the group, then his sidekick, then the skeptic, and finally myself. This was definitely not allowed, but no one was around, and more importantly, no one cared. Being knee deep was freezing, but the adrenaline rush was too much to suppress. So we submerged further, dunking each other and splashing the icy water literally everywhere. My wet hair made way for the most epic hair flip of all time, and we all laughed joyously.

All the stress of looming final grades and the completion of projects, the bittersweet goodbyes to our newfound families, and the hassles of packing up for the year were washed away in that fountain, drowned in the euphoria of the moment. We were officially baptized in summer as it dubbed us the kings and queens of adventure.

Afterward, we wrung out our soaking clothes and snapped a quick pic of our drenched selves. Trying to escape the scene hastily, I dropped my bag of M&M;'s. They spilled everywhere, leaving streams of melty chocolate and food coloring running through the aftermath of our fountain dive. The scene looked like a bit of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory had exploded from the fountain and into the night.

I am far from kidding when I say that adventure is a must for everyone, at any stage of life. Whether it's fountain diving at Nova, or sky diving in New Mexico, something about us as human beings needs the unusual, exciting, and even hazardous experiences. This one was particularly cleansing and absolutely unforgettable.

So I implore you: go forth this summer and be adventurous! Explore hidden places, try new eats, shuffle a stranger's playlist, introduce yourself to someone on a whim, or just get in the car and drive with no destination in mind. This summer is for the bold; this summer's for you.

Happy adventuring!


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