An Open Letter To All Of My Fellow Betty Whites

An Open Letter To All Of My Fellow Betty Whites

Snuggies, slippers, and sippin' tea.

Last night was a Saturday night, and while other girls rushed out to dorm parties and bars wearing their finest crop tops, high heels, and "water bottles" filled with Smirnoff, I snuggled in bed with hot chocolate, fuzzy mouse slippers, and "Will Grayson, WIll Grayson" by John Green.

I am an old lady at heart, and I'm okay with that.

My favorite TV show is Netflix's "The Crown."

It's about Queen Elizabeth and a bunch of other stuffy white British politicians. I can binge watch three one-hour episodes in one sitting easily.

I am obsessed with tea.

I have about a dozen varieties in my room, from English Breakfast to Red Velvet (it is so good).

I prefer lounging around in my pajamas and slippers.

They're cozy and make me feel warm and I don't care how lazy I look.

I get a strange satisfaction from cleaning.

It's not that I enjoy the task, necessarily, but I still love cleaning because it keeps my hands busy and it gives me the same kind of endorphin rush other girls get from working out. Nothing feels better than the satisfaction of wiping away a layer of dust. It's almost as satisfying as swiping right to your future soul mate on Tinder.

Try as I might, I just do not understand modern technologies.

I can not use other people's laptops, I do not understand the Apple Watch, I do not understand the point of Alexa or Google Home, and I really just don't even get what virtual reality is.

I may be 21, but I certainly don't act like it. I get a bigger thrill from staying in with a good book than going out to a bar, and you know what, that's okay. Different people get their kicks out of different things - I just happen to get my kicks out of "Great British Baking Show." Mary Berry is my spirit animal because my spirit is that of a pie-baking, sweater-loving grandmother.

So, to all my fellow Betty Whites, let's raise a glass of Chardonnay from our snuggies and give a toast to the old at heart everywhere. We may not be the most wild, but we are the most cozy, and that's what truly matters in life.

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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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My First College Gal Pal Road Trip Was Amazing

Every girl should have one good girls trip.


In some way or another, everybody has a list of things they want to do in their lives before it's all over. After all, we're human. There's adventure to be had in every life. One thing I have always wanted to do before I grew too old and grey was go on a road trip with my gal pals to the beach. A couple weeks ago, I achieved this memorable milestone, and it allowed me to open up to new surroundings and experiences.

On this trip, I went with two of my friends from college, Kait and Lindsey, to visit my roommate Elizabeth in Virginia Beach. This was pretty big for Lindsey and I because neither of us had been to Virginia Beach before. Thankfully Elizabeth and Kait knew their way around the city, so we never got lost on our way to and fro.

Like most vacations, my favorite parts probably took place at the beach. I'm always at utter peace stomping through mushy sand or leaning down to splash the salty water that tries to knock my short self over. We took pictures and did something us college girls rarely have time to do especially in school: Relax.

The four of us did not live up to the crazed stereotype of girl trips in movies. Although I finally got a chance to sing along to Taylor Swift in a car ride with my friends, so that's always a plus. We played "Top Golf" one day, and by some miracle, I actually won the second game by a fair amount after much humiliation in the first one. We visited some of Elizabeth's family, and I finally got to meet her giant dog Apollo (I call him 'Wolf Dog'). Everyday was another chance to ask with enthusiasm: "So what are we doing today?"

Our trip wasn't like the movies where we all cried or confessed our deepest darkest secrets. Everything the four of us shared was laughter and this calm feeling of being at home, in the chaotic peace of each other's company. We understand each other a little better due to finally seeing what we're like outside of Longwood University. After this, all I can say is that we're most definitely planning the next one!

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