Two Dozen And Then Some Thank-Yous To The College Friends Who Are No Longer 'Just Friends'

Two Dozen And Then Some Thank-Yous To The College Friends Who Are No Longer 'Just Friends'

Ten months living together in a hole in the wall qualifies you as family.

As I sat on my recently delofted bed, across from the two gals who have made BGSU my second home, the nostalgic feelings have me in my feels about how far we have come. No other year of my life has been filled with more ups and downs, and highs and lows, than freshman year. It is time to thank them for everything.

Thank you for experiencing all the college firsts with me.

Thank you for dancing with me

Thank you for putting up with the Pinterest obsessed plans I have.

Thank you for helping me to find my balance.

Thank you for entertaining me for hours.

Thank you for loving me at my lowest.

Thank you for supporting me at my highs.

Thank you for making the island tropical on rainy days

Thank you for making Kreischitty City a little less sh*tty

Thank you for accepting my moods.

Tay, Thank you for never turning off HGTV when I constantly have it running, Chip and Jo appreciate it as much as I do.

Erin, Thank you for learning to appreciate the same music as me and embracing the country lifestyle, George Straight here we come.

Thank you for disliking the same people as me, and always allowing me to excessively vent.

Thank you for being constant encouragement, especially when it comes to making me feel loved.

Thank you for never being too busy for an outtakes trip.

Thank you for getting excited about sunsets and Chick-fil-a and target and comfy sweaters, cozy socks, and great smelling candles.

Thank you for allowing me to record the silly times, for me to look back on when I’m sad.

Thank you for being building me up when I had my heart broken.

Thank you for crying with me over chegg, tickets, homesickness, and stupid boys.

Thank you for introducing me to the bachelor, I hate you though.

Thank you for the endless jam sessions, for the dance parties on Tuesday nights.

Thank you for reminding me that Jesus is on my side.

Thank you for encouraging me to push myself towards my passions, and to pursue my dreams.

Thank you for quite literally holding my hands this year.

Y’all really are one of the best things to ever happen to me. Your advice means more to me than anyone’s and I cherish every memory I have with you. I am immensely proud of each of you and the people you have grown to be over the past school year, through all the crazy twists and turns we have taken this year. I can’t wait to see what we accomplish in our time here at bowling green and beyond.

Thank you for showing me what it means to have friends who care and who love me and who don’t have to be exactly like me for us to get along. I so appreciate that you have taught me to embrace who I am and learn to love the person that I am, even if you don’t realize that you are.

That being said, I also have a few apologies to give.

To both of you, I am incredibly sorry for picking up on all of your lingo and gestures.

Tay, I am sorry for yelling in my sleep, for not keeping up with my laundry, and for delofting my bed before you.

And Erin, I am sorry I introduced you to Remey and that you’re stuck dating him now *wink*

I am also SO sorry that you both have to live with me next year, except- I’m not at all. Thank you for making this year what it has been. I couldn’t have done it without yall.

Most importantly, thank you for just getting me. You appreciate my flaws and never hesitate to tell me when I’m wrong.

Our old doom rooms will soon be filled with two freshmen trying to make it through their first year. They will never know all the memories that we have made in that room, and how it used to be our home. I can only hope that they will have the relationship we had together to reflect on in the years to come.

Here’s to 115. I love y’all. Talons up.

Cover Image Credit: Erika Glover

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You May Have Worn The Prom Dress With Him, But I Get To Wear The Wedding Dress

You had him in high school, but I get him for the rest of my life.

High school seems like the best time of your life when you are in it. You think that all of your friends will be with you until the end, and that you will end up with whoever you are dating your senior year. For very few, that might just be the case. For all others, that is far from true.

You thought that you would marry your boyfriend and you thought that everything would work out how you had always imagined. I don't blame you though. He's great. You wanted everything with him, but you were just not right for him.

I wish I could say that I am sorry it didn't work out for you, but I can't. I can't because he is mine now, and I get to cherish him forever. You didn't do that right, and you were not meant to be together. You will find someone too, but I am happy that you were not the one for him.

Sometimes I have issues with jealousy, and I hate that you got all of the high school stuff with him. You got to go to games and support him. It kills me that I couldn't be there for him because I know I would have actually been there wholeheartedly. I would have done it out of love, not as a popularity appearance.

I hate that you got to go to all of the school dances with him. He got to see you all dressed up and probably told you how great you looked. I'm sure you did look great. Prom dresses were always fun to pick out and so colorful. It was exciting to match colors with your date. I am sure you had fun choosing his matching tux to your dress.

I find myself getting jealous, but then I stop. I am getting to match his tux with our wedding colors. I got to go dress shopping in a sea of white, and he doesn't get to know one detail about that dress yet. He will get to see me walk down the aisle and then every day forever. I get to love him forever.

I try to not get jealous of all of the things you got with him because it is all in the past. You had your time, and now I get the wedding. You got to dress up in high school, but I get to dress up for my wedding with him. He may have put a corsage on your wrist, but he will be putting the wedding ring on my finger.

Cover Image Credit: Jessy Scott

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Even When You Don't Have It In You

For the struggling college student at the start of a new semester.


The above picture represents a stage in my life that I thought I would never get through. I had just finished final exams and was terrified of the outcome of my last semester as a Junior. I had experienced so many mental breakdowns and anxiety attacks from a series of events and low places that I found myself in throughout the semester, so much that my mom had to stay with me during final exams. I needed encouragement, and I needed it bad.

Kind of like right now, and I'm sure that some of you might find yourself in the same place.

While the start of a new semester looks shiny and promising, there is always that point when reality begins to settle in, and you realize that responsibilities are resurfacing just as fast as they left at the onset of Christmas break.

You show up to the first day of classes, all of your professors throw a syllabus at you, as well as your final exam date, and you begin to feel your forehead break out in sweat. We've all been there, and that is precisely the place that I found myself at while sitting in my first ever 8 AM of my college career.

Not only do we attend classes, but nightly meetings as well, all while attempting to retain a social life and keep up with our mental health.

It's A LOT. I know it. I've been there.

There have been days when I wanted to simply throw in the towel, and quit school altogether.

I have been at the point when I couldn't find even a sliver of motivation to get me through the meetings, the extra credit seminars, work, or even to church.

The feeling of defeat is nothing new to me, but what I have learned is something that will forever be a constant even though my motivation level is not always.

The Lord doesn't love you because you do everything right, or you attend every meeting and aren't a second late... The Lord loves you because of you are His, and that will never change.

See, regardless of our level of perfection in a certain class or at a meeting, he is always constant, always.

Regardless of our inability to give ourselves creditor to take time to breathe, his loves you fully, with no prerequisites.

That is what had gotten me through the majority of my sleepless night when a responsibility or test kept me awake at night with anxious thoughts.

Regardless of our performance, or how good we look to the people of this Earth, our worth is found in God, and we must not let performance or standards of society fog up our sight of that.

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