An Open Letter To Our Little Family

An Open Letter To Our Little Family

"We have each other no matter where we are geographically"

Dear you guys,

8 weeks ago I never would've thought I would have found my little college family, but luckily, I have. You guys are all so amazing and I can't believe that I have been blessed with this quirky little group.

It's weird to think that I haven't always been friends with you guys. Our group just seems so natural and relevant. If I'm honest, sometimes I just think about you guys when I'm sad or lonely and I remember how lucky I am to have a group of friends like you. It's nice to have a group of people that support and love each other as much as we do. We have all the cliche roles, The mom friend, the matchmaker, the genius, the music lover, and the Disney princess.

There is just so much to appreciate about this little group. We all have amazing memories and will create so much more as the next four years continue.

I just want to thank you all for just being you. You have made the transition to college so much easier and a lot more fun. You guys have already given me so many chances to laugh and smile along with you.

I love our little family. I love you guys.

So, here's to us. Here's to the next four years and hopefully more after that.

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​An Open Letter To The People Who Don’t Tip Their Servers

This one's for you.

Dear Person Who Has No Idea How Much The 0 In The “Tip:" Line Matters,

I want to by asking you a simple question: Why?

Is it because you can't afford it? Is it because you are blind to the fact that the tip you leave is how the waiter/waitress serving you is making their living? Is it because you're just lazy and you “don't feel like it"?

Is it because you think that, while taking care of not only your table but at least three to five others, they took too long bringing you that side of ranch dressing? Or is it just because you're unaware that as a server these people make $2.85 an hour plus TIPS?

The average waiter/waitress is only supposed to be paid $2.13 an hour plus tips according to the U.S. Department of Labor.

That then leaves the waiter/waitress with a paycheck with the numbers **$0.00** and the words “Not a real paycheck." stamped on it. Therefore these men and women completely rely on the tips they make during the week to pay their bills.

So, with that being said, I have a few words for those of you who are ignorant enough to leave without leaving a few dollars in the “tip:" line.

Imagine if you go to work, the night starts off slow, then almost like a bomb went off the entire workplace is chaotic and you can't seem to find a minute to stop and breathe, let alone think about what to do next.

Imagine that you are helping a total of six different groups of people at one time, with each group containing two to 10 people.

Imagine that you are working your ass off to make sure that these customers have the best experience possible. Then you cash them out, you hand them a pen and a receipt, say “Thank you so much! It was a pleasure serving you, have a great day!"

Imagine you walk away to attempt to start one of the 17 other things you need to complete, watch as the group you just thanked leaves, and maybe even wave goodbye.

Imagine you are cleaning up the mess that they have so kindly left behind, you look down at the receipt and realize there's a sad face on the tip line of a $24.83 bill.

Imagine how devastated you feel knowing that you helped these people as much as you could just to have them throw water on the fire you need to complete the night.

Now, realize that whenever you decide not to tip your waitress, this is nine out of 10 times what they go through. I cannot stress enough how important it is for people to realize that this is someone's profession — whether they are a college student, a single mother working their second job of the day, a new dad who needs to pay off the loan he needed to take out to get a safer car for his child, your friend, your mom, your dad, your sister, your brother, you.

If you cannot afford to tip, do not come out to eat. If you cannot afford the three alcoholic drinks you gulped down, plus your food and a tip do not come out to eat.

If you cannot afford the $10 wings that become half-off on Tuesdays plus that water you asked for, do not come out to eat.

If you cannot see that the person in front of you is working their best to accommodate you, while trying to do the same for the other five tables around you, do not come out to eat. If you cannot realize that the man or woman in front of you is a real person, with their own personal lives and problems and that maybe these problems have led them to be the reason they are standing in front of you, then do not come out to eat.

As a server myself, it kills me to see the people around me being deprived of the money that they were supposed to earn. It kills me to see the three dollars you left on a $40 bill. It kills me that you cannot stand to put yourself in our shoes — as if you're better than us. I wonder if you realize that you single-handedly ruined part of our nights.

I wonder if maybe one day you will be in our shoes, and I hope to God no one treats you how you have treated us. But if they do, then maybe you'll realize how we felt when you left no tip after we gave you our time.

Cover Image Credit: Hailea Shallock

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When You Give A Girl An Art Student For A Roommate

An experience, unparalleled


When you give a girl an art student as a roommate you open yourself and your room up to a lot. You open your room up to scattered art supplies and seemingly endless paper scraps as well as overflowing creativity. Basically, everything any art major may need is in our room (not really, but it can feel like it).

There will be times when what you need is to sit in a dorm bathroom for hours on end, listening to music and watching your roommate basket weave out of the bathtub. (Trust me, it wasn't as weird as it sounds, or was it?) There might be times where your roommate is so invested in her current project that you don't want to disturb anything in fear of messing something up. And in all honesty, there might be times when you walk into a room that has art supplies and projects laid out across the entire floor. You know the whole "the floor is lava", you don't know what that's actually like until you live with an art student (in a dorm nonetheless).

But you also open yourself (and your room for that matter) to overwhelming creativity. If and/or when you get a project where you have no clue what you're supposed to do and it pertains to something "artsy"- you have another brain with you to give you ideas and help (thank you!!!).

Granted, what you may expect from a stereotypical "art student" isn't who my roommate is. My roommate, while still an art student, is a graphic design major so most of her work is online. Or so I thought. When we signed up to room together, I don't think that either of us considered what it would really be like.

I'm not saying that it was bad, but with me not being the most organized person in the world in addition to a lot of art supplies hiding in spots around the room, it was… a file cabinet of random papers and supplies. I type this, laughing and it's not that either of us was particularly messy (except my bad), but I find it amusing that when I sat on the floor or somewhere I'd find a stray paper shred or a bead or even a pencil.

I think what makes me smile and laugh the most is during freshman year when we sat in the handicapped bathroom my roommate's floor. The bath filled with weaving reed-things (sorry I don't know the name of them) and we probably sat there for hours upon hours, doing our homework - except hers consisted of basket weaving whereas mine was the complete opposite.

The time I walked in and just stood in the doorway with some sort of uneasy feeling- later finding out that you were in the ER because of some project using an Exacto knife, I will say that both definitely make for an exciting life and roommate experience. But all in all, I wouldn't have had anyone else as a roommate.

A roommate who bleeds creativity and an amazing artistic ability as well as lots of determination. A roommate who enjoys the little things like the movie nights we had and stupid jokes that made us laugh so hard we cried.

So what do you get when you get an art student for a roommate?

You get a friend for life.

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