An Open Letter To My First Car

An Open Letter To My First Car

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My Beloved First Car,

I grew up riding in your backseat when you belonged to my mom. Then you became my older sister’s car. You were a staple in my family’s driveway. You may not have been the best car in the world, but the day you became mine was easily one of the best in my life. Once my sister bought a new car, you sat in the driveway waiting for me to get my license. When the driving school would drop me off after driving hours and the instructor would ask “Is one of those yours?”, I would point to you. My driving test rolled around and I failed. I hated seeing you every morning as I walked to my father’s car to be driven to school because you were what I could not have and what I did not achieve. Two weeks passed and I passed my driver's test. That weekend, I drove you for the first time by myself to my Junior Powderpuff game. I will always remember how scared I was, but also how amazing it felt to pull up to my high school with you. That was just the beginning.

From that moment on, I drove you to and from school every single day. I remember pulling into the parking lot the first morning I drove you to school. I had no idea where to park and ended up parking the pull-through spot farthest away from the school and closest to the road leading out of the school. This seemed like a good idea, until I faced the traffic leaving the parking lot on the way out. Nobody would let me out and I tried from all angles. Every day after that I parked in the upper lot in the pull-through closest to the school. It got easier every subsequent day. We had good times in that parking lot: skidding on the ice because the school rarely sanded the parking lot after snow, then there was that time some girl a year older than me rear ended you. Thank God you were fine. You were so close to being rear ended a million times in that dreaded parking lot. I drove you to school my entire junior year. You allowed me to drive my younger friends home from rehearsals, as well as go out for ice cream to destress after a long hell week (theater kids will understand).

I loved having a car that summer. It was amazing to be able to go to the beach whenever I wanted and I was able to pick up friends to go out whenever. It was common to find me and my friends at the beach watching the sunset with an ice cream cone in hand. You brought me everywhere. During this time, I did not appreciate you. I complained about you all the time and a common phrase of mine became, "I hate this car!” The lack of air conditioning killed me because my hair is incredibly curly, causing it to frizz easily. Even with your flaws, you always brought me where I needed to be and you were reliable. Most of my childhood included you bringing my friends, family, and I around.

Now I sit here writing this, almost a year after I replaced you with a new car. I love this car. It is reliable and has four-wheel drive. It is perfect for the weather of Cape Cod. I have been through some amazing things since I last saw you. I was accepted to all of my colleges and this new car took me to numerous open houses, accepted students days, and finally college orientation. This car is bringing me into the next step of my life. Even with all of the amazing aspects of my life now, you represent an another amazing part of my life. You were there when I was eight years old. Back then you were my mom’s. You drove us to numerous doctors appointments and to my first junior high dance. Remember that time your air conditioning decided to begin smoking on the way to the Taylor Swift concert in the middle of a heat wave? At the time we were all nervous, angry, and sweaty. Now, it is one of my favorite stories to laugh at.

You dropped me off at my first day of high school, and then you were the first car that I got to call my own. A teenager’s first car is the most important car they will ever own. It represents a big step into the independence that they will continue to develop. Chances are a teenager’s first car is not the best; however, it does not matter. A person will always remember their first ride in a car that they can call their own. Getting a car represents a step into adulthood. You can now bring yourself to appointments and you can go out with your friends without having to rely on a parent for a ride. At this moment, you can go wherever you can imagine and you have gained a sense of autonomy and self-reliance. You are the driving force into adulthood (pun obviously intended).

Thanks for the memories (the good and the bad).

Cover Image Credit: Matt and Bailey King

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8 Reasons Why My Dad Is the Most Important Man In My Life

Forever my number one guy.

Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.

7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

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To The High School Graduating Seniors

I know you're ready, but be ready.



I am not going to say anything about senioritis because I was ready to get out of there and I'm sure you are too; however, in your last months living at home you should take advantage of the luxuries you will not have in a college dorm. The part of college seen in movies is great, the rest of it is incredibly inconvenient. It is better to come to terms with this While you still have plenty of time to prepare and enjoy yourself.

Perhaps one of the most annoying examples is the shower. Enjoy your hot, barefoot showers now because soon enough you will have no water pressure and a drain clogged with other people's hair. Enjoy touching your feet to the floor in the shower and the bathroom because though it seems weird, it's a small thing taken away from you in college when you have to wear shoes everywhere.

Enjoy your last summer with your friends. After this summer, any free time you take is a sacrifice. For example, if you want to go home for the summer after your freshman year and be with your friends, you have to sacrifice an internship. If you sacrifice an internship, you risk falling behind on your resume, and so on. I'm not saying you can't do that, but it is not an easy choice anymore.

Get organized. If you're like me you probably got good grades in high school by relying on your own mind. You think I can remember what I have to do for tomorrow. In college, it is much more difficult to live by memory. There are classes that only meet once or twice a week and meeting and appointments in between that are impossible to mentally keep straight. If you do not yet have an organizational system that works for you, get one.

I do not mean to sound pessimistic about school. College is great and you will meet a lot of people and make a lot of memories that will stick with you for most of your life. I'm just saying be ready.

-A freshman drowning in work

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