We've all been there. The low man on the totem pole, the bottom of the food chain, a freshman. The classification has such a negative connotation filled with memories of awkward introductions, lonely lunch periods, and naive perspectives on a whole new season of life. Whether it be high school or college, being a freshman is always intimidating and life-changing. What could possibly make it less painful or even enjoyable?

Everyone wants to know that someone is interested in them as a person. That they are cared for and thought of by more than just their parents. Everyone needs someone who has walked through the same situations and formed the deep footprints that younger students now have the burden and opportunity of walking through. A new environment and new surroundings can mold a person in ways he didn't think possible months before. The importance of spending time guiding the shaping of that person is crucial.

Taking the time and energy to mentor a younger student one of the most priceless and gracious things you can ever do. There is not a feeling comparable to seeing life change and growth in a high school freshman or sophomore after spending time with good influences and consistent leaders.

Most high school students (and even college students) want to know what genuine love looks like. They want to make a difference and impact others. If you had the opportunity to be a part of that development in a student's life, why wouldn't you want to?

Millennials are constantly bombarded with the message to "be the change you want to see" and countless ads to make a difference. The most important long-term difference you can make is being a part of life change and encouraging a chain reaction for future generations. Anyone who has been genuinely poured into knows how special it is. It is a contagious and brilliant epidemic that should be spread.

As an awkward, 6th grade volleyball player for the Lady Raiders, I wanted so much to be respected or even just spoken to by the seemingly famous 8th graders. Most of the 8th grade girls on the team took pride in being older, prettier and better at the sport, but I remember one girl who always took the time to speak to me. She made me feel important. I made a decision I wanted to be like her, not the girls who made me feel inadequate.

Even into high school, the same girl (with one of the most beautiful hearts I have ever had the privilege of being around) spent time investing in me, encouraging me and giving me the time of day. I may not change the world, but a younger girl given a warm smile and a word of encouragement might!