Reflections Of A Final Freshman Year

Reflections Of A Final Freshman Year

Urban Legends and Real Feelings On One of the Biggest Years of Your Life.

Freshman year of college. You’ve been daydreaming about what this time of your life will have been like since you were in high school, and if you’re like me, probably even before that. You’ll have pored over every college brochure and Seventeen magazine article (or whatever young teen magazine you prefer) for anecdotes on what goes on behind those mystical walls. You’ll develop and subsequently deny your growing addiction to blogs like College Confidential. You’ll have done all this thinking and preparation on this moment and yet you still will never fully be ready when your stuffed into your parents’ over-packed car, finally parked in front of the dorm you will call home the next few months.

One of the first emotions that will likely be the most odd-feeling will be the amount of independence you now possess. You’ve been craving it since you hit puberty at 13 and now that you’ve finally attained it, it’s ironically hard to appreciate. On one hand, you’ve got the freedom to choose when and how to do your laundry, when and how to study (if ever), and when and how to choose whether to go out with your friends that your parents likely don’t know at all, and that’s exhilarating. On the other hand, you’ve got the freedom to choose when and how to do your laundry, when and how to study (if ever), and when and how to choose whether to go out with your friends that your parents likely don’t know at all, and that’s terrifying. You’ll spend more time than you ever did worrying on whether you picked the right classes, major, or friends. But what you’ll eventually learn is that is that no matter the outcome is, your decision will hopefully be all your own for one of the first times in your life, and even if you don’t see it now will help you become a more confident person down the road.

And in between all of those college folk tales you’ve heard of how wild the parties are and awful the dining hall food is, they may have forgotten to mention one more crucial thing: that you still will have schoolwork to do in school. And for some of you, the coursework will be a blip in your daily life. But for most of us, particularly towards the final weeks, the work will seem like an overwhelming load that you’ll never be able to complete by the deadline. The essays alone will be more in quantity and page requirements in one semester in college than from a year in high school. But remember that you will be able to get it done. And when the semester is done with and you’re sleeping for what seems like the first time in months after breaks, you’ll appreciate how the challenging work better informed you to pursue your field down the road.

And of course, even after months of completing applications, tours, and deposits, you may still doubt your choice of school from time to time. You might have a hard time finding your calling socially or academically, and may even consider transferring. College, even if you go to a small liberal arts school like me, can be confusing and scary, and you’ll have lots of bad days when all you want to do is curl up in your bed with nothing but a pint of Ben & Jerrys and never get up again. It’s always hard to start over someplace new. But most times if you stick it out and face the next day, you’ll find someplace or someone who will share your old and new interests. And if you decide to transfer? No shame in that. You only get a few chances in life to fully engross yourself in college, so do what works to give yourself the next best few years you can get.

You’ll learn all of these lessons and probably many more on the bumpy rite-of-passage transition to college. And though it may be one of the most daunting years of your life, you’ll find that it was probably one of the most interesting and challenging years of your life as well.

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When You Make A Girl An Aunt, You Change Her World In All The Best Ways

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest girl in the world.


My brother and his wife recently blessed our family with the sweetest bundle of joy on planet earth. OK, I may be a little bias but I believe it to be completely true. I have never been baby crazy, but this sweet-cheeked angel is the only exception. I am at an age where I do not want children yet, but being able to love on my nephew like he is my own is so satisfying.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a very protective person.

From making sure the car seat is strapped in properly before every trip, to watching baby boy breathe while he sleeps, you'll never meet someone, besides mommy and daddy of course, who is more concerned with the safety of that little person than me.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her a miniature best friend.

There is something about an aunt that is so fun. An aunt is a person you go to when you think you're in trouble or when you want something mom and dad said you couldn't have. An aunt is someone who takes you to get ice cream and play in the park to cool down after having a temper tantrum. I can't wait to be the one he runs to.

When you make a girl an aunt, she gets to skip on the difficulty of disciplining.

Being an aunt means you get to be fun. Not to say I wouldn't correct my nephew if he were behaving poorly, but for the most part, I get to giggle and play and leave the hard stuff for my brother.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her the best listening ears.

As of right now I only listen to the sweet coos and hungry cries but I am fully prepared to listen to all the problems in his life in the future.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the best advice giver.

By the time my nephew needs advice, hopefully, I will have all of my life lessons perfected into relatable stories.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a number-one fan

Anything you do in life sweet boy, I will be cheering you on. I already know you are going to do great things.

When you make a girl an aunt, she learns what true love is.

The love I have for my nephew is so pure. Its the love that is just there. I don't have to choose to show love every day, I don't have to forgive, I don't have to worry if it is reciprocated, it is just there.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest person in the world.

I cannot wait to watch my precious nephew grow into the amazing person that I know he is going to be.

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I Wonder If You'd Be Proud of Me

Or if you even think of me at all.


I wonder if you'd be proud of me.

My first thought when I wake up in the morning is whether or not you still think of me. I think about if I am wearing the right outfit if I were to see you that day. I think about if I am saying the right thing for you to want to want me again.

Throughout my day, I think about whether or not you're happy. I wonder if the feeling in my heart of missing who I thought you were is making its way to you. Sometimes I think about what I did to make you hate me as much as you do.

Sometimes when things get really hard, I think about picking up the phone to call you. Time keeps passing from the last time I saw you and during that time I've painted a picture of you that would probably only disappoint me in the end. Your phone number still sits in my phone and I go to your contact, wanting to call, but knowing that at the other end is not the person I used to know.

I wonder if you watch me. I wonder if the posts I make, pictures I post, and articles I write are viewed by you and whether or not you care to even search my name. I wonder if you ask people about me or if you care to know the person I am today.

Without you, I have changed. It has been two years and though time will only continue moving on without you, I wonder what would have happened if I didn't make the choices I made to make you react in the way you have.

When the sun shines bright on the flowers blooming around campus, I think of your jokes and sarcastic wit. When the rain pours from the sky and keeps me imprisoned within the walls of a building, I think of ways I felt imprisoned by you. When clouds form shapes in the sky that I can make stories out of, I think of the way life could've been.

Sometimes I write to you. They are the letters I can never send because I have to remind myself that though we knew each other once, you do not know me anymore. The picture in my mind of who you are now is someone who'd love me with open arms, but I know that there's no truth in that. It's only my wishful thinking out to break my heart once more.

I wonder if you hear me when I try talking to you. I wonder if the words I tell God are making their way to you as you go on living the life we always talked about when times get tough. I wonder if you're talking to God about me.

As I watch the sunset, I think about the last moment I was with you. As that chapter ended, I was only wishfully thinking that walking away would save me from further pain. In the end, I don't know about how life would've been different had it not happened.

When my picture of you gets too bright and I share it with others, I am reminded of reality. The screaming, crying, pushing, shoving, and hitting touches my skin once more in the form of flashbacks that push me further down into the depths of a depression. I am reminded of the hundreds of suicidal thoughts and letters that I've written once before.

No matter what, my heart still yearns for a hug. A hug where I can bury myself into your body and feel safe. A hug where I forget every worry in my mind and focus solely on the love.

I wonder if you'd still love me if I changed myself to be the person you've always wanted me to be. I wonder if you'd forgive me for walking away, even if it was for me to change to be a better person. I wonder if you'll ever even read this.

Days like today, I want to go back in time. I sit on the benches around campus and look up at the sky, down at the cars passing by, and listen to life move on all around me as I remain stuck. I hear people talking, see them laughing, and wonder if there's any way I could one day feel as alive as they do.

The truth is that I was never enough for you. No matter how much I changed, kept notes of what you liked so I could be like that, or just kept my head down and moved silently, nothing was ever enough.

No matter what, though, I still yearn to be loved in the way that I picture you should've loved me. Closure does not exist. You were the ones who were supposed to hold me down. But now I am nothing to you...I was always nothing to you.

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