5 Reasons Living In Orlando Is Actually The Worst

5 Reasons Living In Orlando Is Actually The Worst

If you're thinking of moving here, don't.

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I know what you're thinking, Orlando can't be that bad, there's Disney World and Universal and Sea World!

Let me just say, you have no idea...

1.  The drivers. Oh the drivers.

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Not just the traffic, but the drivers. No one freaking knows how to drive in Orlando. Between the tourists, the foreigners, and the college kids, you're basically just wishing death upon yourself if you climb in a car in Orlando.

Pictured: the wreckage of my car accident in Orlando. Where an idiot Orlando driver took the front end of my car off because he "didn't see me."

So moral of the story, Orlando drivers are horrible and also blind.

2.  The traffic.

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While we're on the subject, Orlando traffic is garbage.

And on top of Orlando traffic being garbage, there's constant road construction. Everywhere. 192, I-4, Colonial. So you can be seven miles away from your destination, but it will still take you half an hour to get there.

Thinking of hitting up one of the amazing restaurants on I-drive? Might as well budget in an hour to get there. Oh and $10 to park. Because parking in Orlando is equally as stupid.

Orlando just sucks, okay?

3.  The constantly hot weather.

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I HAVE BEEN IN ORLANDO FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS AND HAVE NOT GOTTEN TO WEAR ANY OF MY CUTE WINTER CLOTHES.

They just sit in my closet, anxiously awaiting the temperature to drop below seventy-five degrees. And it never does.

I've even given up on jeans. Because whenever I wear them, I end up sweaty and sticky from the humidity. And I'm a Florida girl! I've lived in Florida my whole life! But North Florida does not even compare to the monstrosity that is South Florida.

I'm dying here.

Just imagine, no white Christmas, no breezy Fall, no cool Spring. Just hot and rain. Mostly hot. All hot. So much hot.

4.  All the tourists.

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Y'all knew I was going to bring up the tourists. Because what's Orlando without them?

Listen, we love that you and your families come down here for your vacations. That's great. Thank you. We wouldn't have half the jobs we do without you.

But y'all have to go home at some point!

I get that Orlando never really gets a slow season. But y'all know good and well that summer is the absolute WORST time to come here. It's 10x hotter than usual, it's packed, and everybody's miserable.

So how about everyone stays home for the summer so the rest of us can take shelter in the air conditioning and reemerge, say, late October when it's not a hundred degrees?.

5.  It's sooo expensive.

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Oh my word, I was not prepared for the living expenses in Orlando. Between rent, tolls, and the tourist pricing on everything, I'm lucky to not be completely broke yet.

I'm not even kidding.

I pay $600 for a bedroom with a bathroom. $600! And I live with three other roommates!

And don't even get me started on the tolls. And how expensive it is just to live.

There should be a locals discount for everywhere in Orlando. For tolls, for groceries, for Chipotle. I'm cool with charging the tourists insane prices, but not me man. I just live here.

With over two-hundred thousand people trying to live in Orlando alongside the millions of tourists, its bound to suck.

You really do have to put yourself out there to try to make the best of it.

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The Coach That Killed My Passion

An open letter to the coach that made me hate a sport I once loved.
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I fell in love with the game in second grade. I lived for every practice and every game. I lived for the countless hours in the gym or my driveway perfecting every shot, every pass and every move I could think of. Every night after dinner, I would go shoot and would not allow myself to go inside until I hit a hundred shots. I had a desire to play, to get better and to be the best basketball player I could possibly be.

I had many coaches between church leagues, rec leagues, personal coaches, basketball camps, middle school and high school. Most of the coaches I had the opportunity to play for had a passion for the game like I did. They inspired me to never stop working. They would tell me I had a natural ability. I took pride in knowing that I worked hard and I took pride in the compliments that I got from my coaches and other parents. I always looked forward to the drills and, believe it or not, I even looked forward to the running. These coaches had a desire to teach, and I had a desire to learn through every good and bad thing that happened during many seasons. Thank you to the coaches that coached and supported me through the years.

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Along with the good coaches, are a few bad coaches. These are the coaches that focused on favorites instead of the good of the entire team. I had coaches that no matter how hard I worked, it would never be good enough for them. I had coaches that would take insults too far on the court and in the classroom.

I had coaches that killed my passion and love for the game of basketball.

When a passion dies, it is quite possibly the most heartbreaking thing ever. A desire you once had to play every second of the day is gone; it turns into dreading every practice and game. It turns into leaving every game with earphones in so other parents don't talk to you about it. It meant dreading school the next day due to everyone talking about the previous game. My passion was destroyed when a coach looked at me in the eyes and said, "You could go to any other school and start varsity, but you just can't play for me."

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Looking back now at the amount of tears shed after practices and games, I just want to say to this coach: Making me feel bad about myself doesn't make me want to play and work hard for you, whether in the classroom or on the court. Telling me that, "Hard work always pays off" and not keeping that word doesn't make me want to work hard either. I spent every minute of the day focusing on making sure you didn't see the pain that I felt, and all of my energy was put towards that fake smile when I said I was OK with how you treated me. There are not words for the feeling I got when parents of teammates asked why I didn't play more or why I got pulled after one mistake; I simply didn't have an answer. The way you made me feel about myself and my ability to play ball made me hate myself; not only did you make me doubt my ability to play, you turned my teammates against me to where they didn't trust my abilities. I would not wish the pain you caused me on my greatest enemy. I pray that one day, eventually, when all of your players quit coming back that you realize that it isn't all about winning records. It’s about the players. You can have winning records without a good coach if you have a good team, but you won’t have a team if you can't treat players with the respect they deserve.

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Most Incoming Freshmen Are Only Worried About Making Friends, But I'm Worried About When To Tell My New Friends About My Disability

I shouldn't have to worry about if people are going to accept me for something I can't control.

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Going to college is a big change for anyone and it's a difficult time for a lot of us. It is hard enough being an incoming freshman at a new school, let alone a freshman with a disability.

I never knew how much extra stuff I had to do in order to be able to get the accommodations I need plus all the typical college duties a student has on their plate. I had to fill out an online application to prove my disability, a learning accommodations form, an accommodations form, a Vocational Rehab form, a transportation form, plus the millions of other forms you have to fill out in order to become a student at any college.

It took three hours... It was very overwhelming. And I had to talk to a lot of people about the million forms I filled out without my parents' help.

"Welcome to adulthood," they said.

It happened in the blink of an eye. Besides all the forms, choosing roommates is harder than I thought it was going to be. It's something that most people find nerve-wracking. I have the challenge of not only trying to meet new people in an unfamiliar environment like everyone else but in hopes of being accepted by my peers because of my disability.

At what point do I tell people about my disability? Do I tell them when we are getting to know each other or when we are going to meet up? That's probably the thing I am scared the most about.

I have heard that college students are more accepting of disabilities than most high schoolers, which puts me at ease a little bit.

But people can be really cruel, no matter what age.

I am also realizing as I go through the roommate process that students are not properly informed on disabilities and how to treat others with disabilities. I shouldn't have to worry about if people are going to accept me for something I can't control. Students should be nice and accept people of all different abilities. But it's easier said than done.

Another thing, trying to find a job that will be accommodable to me has been difficult. It seems so easy for a typical college student to get a job, but not me. I have spent the last six months applying for jobs just to hear nothing back from businesses. All I want to do is earn money like everyone else to try and go to college.

That's one of the reasons I applied to Vocational Rehab is to potentially get money monthly in order to suffice a job for now or at least to keep me on my toes for a little bit.

There's that... then there is the typical college student stuff housing, dining, medical forms, transcripts, and student sport passes... It is just a lot for one 18-year-old to handle. The point is, as some of you are going through the same college process, be courteous to your classmates around you.

We are all going through something similar but others may be dealing with a little more or nervous so be kind and understanding.

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