I Don't Know How To Say Goodbye To Odyssey

I Don't Know How To Say Goodbye To Odyssey

I have gone through my hardest and best times while being a writer and runner of this community.

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I started writing for Odyssey because I missed being creative and having an outlet that allowed me to think and work through every emotion. I started writing for Odyssey because I read my fellow writer, Grace's article about loving where her feet were at and I resonated with it deeply. I realized that I wanted to write articles that people could relate to and feel like they weren't alone.

When I decided to write for Odyssey, I didn't want my last name on anything. I wanted to go by my first and middle name and to not be recognized. But Odyssey had a different plan. My last name is on everything I write and everyone on my Facebook feed sees an article from me about once a week. I wouldn't change my experience with Odyssey for the world.

I have gone through my hardest and best times while being a writer and runner of this community. I have been able to share the deepest parts of myself that I sometimes don't even share with close friends. I have been inspired every day by how other writers see the world and I have, strangely enough, wowed myself at the angst and love that can flow through these fingers.

It is bittersweet to leave Odyssey for the time being because I don't know how to say goodbye. Anyone who spends time with me often sees me writing or editing others articles (sometimes in class, sorry parentals). I am sad to not have this outlet and sad to leave all the badass women who have fought with me and for me to share my voice. It is also sweet to leave because it means I have the first 2.5 years of my college life documented and I will have forever friends and role models.

How do you say goodbye to something that fulfilled you more than you could have ever thought?

I don't know how to say goodbye to something that is so heavily a part of my identity. I don't know how to say goodbye to the outlet that has helped me through the hardest times. I also don't know what I will do with this little bit of extra time that I always wanted to give to my creators.

My first article was about home being where the heart is and Odyssey will forever be my home and the place where I learned that my voice and my story mattered.

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To High School Seniors In Their Last Semester

Senior year moves pretty fast; if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
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Dammit, you made it. The final semester of your senior year. You’re at the top of the food chain of high school, and it feels so good. You’re probably praying this last semester flies by, that you get out of town as soon as possible.

At this point, you’re calling teachers by their first names, the entire staff knows you by name, and you’re walking around school standing tall, owning those hallways. You’re convinced you’re ready to leave and move on to the next chapter in your life.

You’ve already experienced your last football game, standing in the cold in the front row of the student section all season long, decked out in your school colors and cheering loud and proud. That is, until they lost, and you realized you will never have that experience again. Never again.

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You already had your last winter break. Preparing and celebrating the holidays with your family, ice skating and sledding with your best friends. Those quiet nights alone in your room watching Netflix, taking for granted your loved ones just a few rooms away. Never again.

If you’re an athlete, you may have already played in your last game or ran your last race. The crowd cheering, proudly wearing your school’s name across your chest, giving it your all. For some, it may be the end of your athletic career. Before you knew it, you were standing in an empty gym, staring up at the banners and thinking about the mark you left on your school, wondering where on earth the time went. Never again.

I’m telling you right now, you’re going to miss it all. Everything you’ve ever known. Those early mornings when you debate going to first hour because you really need those McDonald’s hash browns. The late nights driving home from practice, stopping for ice cream of course, ready for a late night of homework. Getting food on a whim with your friends. Endless fights with your siblings. Your favorite chips in the pantry. A fridge full of food. Coming home to and getting tackled by your dog. Driving around your hometown, passing the same sights you’ve seen every day for as long as you can remember. Hugs from your mom after a long day. Laughs with your dad. And that best friend of yours? You’re going to miss them more than anything. I’m telling you right now, nothing will ever be the same. Never again.

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Before you start packing your bags, slow down, take a deep breath, and look around. You’ve got it pretty good here. The end of your senior year can be the time of your life; it’s truly amazing. So go to the winter dance, go to Prom, spend Senior Skip Day with your classmates, go to every sporting event you can, while you still can. College is pretty great, but it’s the little things you’re gonna miss the most. Don’t take it for granted because soon, you’ll be standing in a packed gym in your cap and gown, wondering where the heck the time went. You’ve got a long, beautiful life ahead of you, full of joy but also full of challenges. You’re going to meet so many wonderful people, people who will treat you right and people who won’t.


So, take it all in. Be excited for the future and look forward to it, but be mindful of the present. You’ve got this.
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I'm Proud Of Myself Because I've Metamorphosed My Toxic Self-Hate Into Self-Love

A "me" appreciation.

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A lot of the time, I make self-deprecating jokes. And most of that time, I don't even see it as a joke; I see it as truth. I point out the size of my nose and the size of my wrist. I compare myself to those around me in terms of how much I've accomplished and grades and who's smarter than who. I belittle myself, labeling everyone as smarter than me, more likable than me, more successful than me.

I practically walked around with a sticker on my forehead, reading "failure." I'm too hard on myself. If I get a 95 on a test, I'll compare myself to the girl next to me who got 100, even though I know it's wrong. The devil inside my head picks at my flaws and it mocks all my failed attempts to silence it.

It wasn't until a couple months ago that I realized how toxic my actions were towards myself and those around me. Every time I praised myself, I felt as if I was seeking support or that I came off as narcissistic. However, I do have to admit I'm proud of myself. I'm proud of how far I've come and how much I've changed over the years. I've worked towards a "new me," a healthier me, a nicer me, a moral me.

Of course, I'm still not where I want to be. In all honesty, I have no idea where I want to be. But I'm getting closer and closer to a goal every day. I've made mistakes, but I've made accomplishments. I've screwed up, but I've redeemed myself. I'm more accepting of pictures of myself. I'm more comfortable with myself in social settings. I appreciate the person staring back at me in the mirror, flaws and imperfections included.

I may not have a 4.0 GPA or have been nominated for numerous awards, but school aside, I've accomplished so much more than I ever thought was possible. I've made myself and those close to me proud, and that's my version of success. Realizing that I'm not perfect and that I'm not trying to be perfect has helped me grow in innumerable ways.

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