The Slump Before Summer As Told By 'Spongebob'

The Slump Before Summer As Told By 'Spongebob'

We all just want summer to be here, right?

Coming back to school after spring break is always the worst! There's not enough motivation to finish the semester, and you can't quite seem to get yourself out of an awful slump. Here's some thoughts college students definitely have before the semester is over:

1. Friends!

I can do stuff with them and avoid everything!

2. OK, so maybe this school thing isn't so bad.

Maybe it is. Where did my friends go again?

3. Class again?

I thought you said that I should nap again.

4. Four assignments due by tomorrow and none are started?

Definitely taking that nap now.

5. Why didn't I start all those things earlier, again?

6. Oh well, we're almost done anyway!

Here we come, summer!

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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.

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To The Girl He Wanted Me To Be

I'm sorry I'm not her, I'm me.


I'm sorry I'm not her, I'm me.

All the "yes" answers you wanted me to reply. All the nights you wanted me to eat what you liked. All the nights you didn't like what I was wearing. All the days you spent telling me I wasn't good enough. All the times you wanted me to leave. I'm sorry I wasn't her.

I wasn't the girl who was going to "yes" you to death. I wasn't the girl who was going to eat a salad because she was embarrassed. I wasn't the girl who was going to let you dictate my outfits. I wasn't the girl who was going to let you manipulate my mind. I'm sorry I wasn't her.

To all the days we spent arguing. To all the nights I spent crying. To all the mornings I spent questioning. To all the nights I kept reminiscing. I'm sorry I wasn't her.

When you would ask for forgiveness, I would always blame myself still. I would apologize, I would get down, and I would feel bad. When you would tell me your plans and not give me a say, I would obey it. Sometimes I would question things. I would question if I was doing something wrong. How could you always have an issue with me?

Until...that day.

That day finally came. The day I found out everything. The cheating, the lying, the controlling, the yelling, the embarrassment. I remember leaving your house and thinking, "I'm sorry I wasn't her," and that is what stuck with me.

Throughout a relationship, a woman should never feel this way. She should never feel unwanted and replaced by someone else.

So, To The Girl He Wanted Me To Be...

I wish you the best. I hope you make him happy enough to where you don't feel like I did. I hope you feel like the most beautiful human in the world. I hope you smile the biggest your mouth can go. I hope you laugh until crying like when you were a kid. I hope you wear your own style outfits and strut them like you are on a runway. I hope you never change.

Be you, never be the girl he wanted you to be.

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