Midterms Week: As Told by the Gallagher Family

Midterms Week: As Told by the Gallagher Family

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The stress before the stress, midterms week. It's like a movie preview. A teaser of finals. You get a little taste of what the real deal will be like come the end of the semester. A practice run to get yourself together and figure out what makes you the most productive. Are you the pre-meditated planner who has their daily study schedule written down hour by hour, minute by minute? Or are you the last minute crammer with the blood-shot eyes and caffeine-induced shakes? Here's a few example of the types of people you'll find in the library during everyone's least favorite week of the semester.

1. Debbie "The Planner"

The young Debbie Gallagher is a tween driven by organization, refinement, and people-pleasing. Those kind of students that always have a smile on their face, most likely smiling through the pain of their assignments piling up. They aim to please and will not give up until their mission is accomplished. Much like Debbie never giving up on her dead beat dad or on her mission to have a kid in order to keep the man of her dreams. We all dream differently, am I right? The Debbie's may be often found sporting color-coated notes, perfectly preppy Lily Pulitzer planners, or their overly-positive attitude that makes you throw up in your mouth a little bit.

2. Carl "The Troublesome Teen"

Your stereotypical "bad student." The one who everyone stares at as they stroll in through the library doors because no one could be more shocked to find them making the slightest attempt to even look at a book. The ones who could care less about a GPA but more about the quality of their sarcastic remarks in class or making sure their Insta feed is perfectly balanced with bro & beer pics because they're so #college. The Carl's are the ones you'll catch on the weekends holding up their brothers on the keg but rarely spot them strolling around the library or cracking open a book.

3. Lip "The Natural Genius"

We all know at least one of these people. The type to constantly complain about how "dumb" they are and that they "never" studied yet can pull a 95 out of their butt after looking over their notes once before your Bio exam. Then you're left sitting there with an 85 after studying for 2 weeks with 3 stacks of flashcards, a 10-paged handwritten study guide, and blood sweat and tears. We wish we could all be a Lip Gallagher and not have to put any effort into our 4.5 GPA and get into MIT without even applying.

4. Frank "The Ultimate Bail Out"

They are not as rare as you think. The ones you never see and when they only show up to class for the tests but are otherwise non-existent on campus. Kind of like Frank Gallagher who only comes home to his kids to pick up his disability check then goes missing til he needs something else. These are the kids that make you wonder why their parents spend $54,000 a year for them to stay in bed all day and never leave their room. Yet somehow they haven't failed out and somehow Frank Gallagher is still alive.

5. Fiona "The Un-Productive Productive Zombie"

The eyes so bloodshot and dry they can't close their eyelids so instead their eyes kind of just twitch as they continue to stare at their computer screen but they can barely type because their hands are shaking from the 4 large iced coffees they've consumed in the last 10 hours. These are the Fiona Gallaghers of the library. The overproductive zombies that physically need a break but mentally cannot stop because their bodies may shut down altogether. These are the kids that are tied to their duty as a student. Doesn't matter how tired they are, when the last time they showered was, or how many days they've worn the same outfit. Fiona Gallaghers have no time to waste.

So fellow Shameless lovers and peers, I leave you with one question. Which Gallagher are you during midterms week?

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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Awkward — Friend Or Foe?

A twenty-year-old's attempt to accept awkwardness.


Too often I find myself thinking about the word 'awkward' and all its versatile uses. Who decided that certain situations, actions, and interactions are not deemed "normal," but rather labeled an uncomfortable, awkward, or cringy experience that we either laugh about later or feel self-conscious about years later. After we saw Olivia Wilde's new movie "Booksmart" (as a side note I 12 out of 10 recommend this movie), one of my best friends and I looked back and simultaneously laughed and cringed about how awkward our high school freshmen-selves were. How we talked almost exclusively to each other, had uncomfortable conversations with our peers, and how being called on by a teacher to read anything aloud to the class was just about the worst thing we could ever imagine happening. We had a great time freshmen year, and because of our co-dependency that year, I can't imagine a day when she won't be one of my best friends. However, while so many memories from that year are priceless, some I would gladly erase given the opportunity.

We might have laughed at how awkward we were, but it also left us feeling extremely uncomfortable in our skin, terrified of what other people thought of us, and we walked around like cartoon characters with clouds parked over our heads. I think a lot of us feel this way, personifying and vilifying the word "awkward," granting the interpretation of that word the power of a defining label. Therefore, both of us were sufficiently happy when we felt like we finally outgrew our 'awkward' phase, and grew into confident — slightly more confident — college grown-ups. However, although we've mostly outgrown that phase, memories from those years that are hard to remember, but even harder to forget. Bad feelings, impossible to shake, find their roots in those awkward years of high school and refuse to vacate.

The word awkward has a weird power because sometimes it can make someone feel bad about themselves, but at other times it can make someone appear quirky and charming. However, despite how it may feel in a specific moment, "Awkwardness" has always felt like something I've had to strive to overcome. I've always thought I could just grow out of it, and train myself to not be awkward. Today, as a twenty-year-old college student, I sometimes feel like the new and improved me, but other times I still feel like an uncomfortable, tentative fifteen-year-old dying to be comfortable. However, the other when that same freshmen friend and I walked out of the movie theater, laughing about the similarities between the characters of "Booksmart," and how we acted all those years ago, I had a thought. What if there is no outgrowing our scared, "awkward" parts? What if being comfortable and happy comes from accepting that being awkward doesn't have to be a bad thing, and that being awkward may be a small part of my personality. Maybe it's something I don't need to and shouldn't change.

After all, we all can't help being a bit awkward sometimes. In fact, I think awkwardness may be part of what makes life so unexpected and fun. If it wasn't, why would people make a movie about it?

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