Today’s the day.
The very happy birthday of my one and only dearest mother!
I don’t know how to not make this your typical sappy “happy birthday Mom” post, so instead I’ll tell you some stories.
Before my junior prom, I was extremely preoccupied with a dumb vision of having a perfect date. Momma asked friends, coworkers, anyone really, if they had teenage sons who were single, “My daughter’s looking for a prom date!” Maybe hearing stories of how my mom looked for dates for me wasn’t my favorite thing, but now that I look back, it was a really sweet thing. My mom was going out of her way to help me find a date so I could have a good prom.
Momma has hella good music tastes. One day, I asked her one day for a music recommendation for our trip to North Carolina. Hours later, we had gone through all the vinyls and CDs in our basement, and she sent me upstairs with Continue reading
I’m going to be completely honest here: I’m more upset to see my freshman year of college go then I was to see my freshman year of high school go. Nothing wrong with Saint Gertrude, it was just a tough year for me, transitioning and emotional hardships. But college though. College. Such learning. So tuition. Much busy. Wow. The SGHS to VCU transition wasn’t so bad, but I wish I had known a few things before:
- Saint Gertrude has prepared you for college (Actually, Saint Gertrude prepared you to rule the world, but the world isn’t quite ready for you yet so you should really stick to college for now). Classes aren’t hard, just compressed, just remember to show up and pay attention. True, colleges don’t have the calendar that Saint Gertrude teachers use to schedule tests around so I have, on multiple occasions, ended up with exams, quizzes, and projects due on the same day, but you have the tools to do them all well
- You can’t forget to take care of yourself. I ended up at the student health clinic more times in the past month than I have at my primary care doctor in five years all because I wasn’t taking care of myself. You have to eat real meals (not just apples and granola), and actually sleep. Trust me, good grades are all I care about too, but they can’t be my whole life. If stress didn’t get to you in high school, it will now, and it may appear now in the form of a high pulse and heartburn.
- Your professors are actually real people. Before college, I thought all professors had long beard like Dumbledore and had offices that looked like libraries and didn’t know any of their students. It took me a while to get used to my math professor last semester, a 20-something with an almost bowl cut and jeans because he looked like he could be one of us. And do you know who one of my favorite professors is? A bisexual woman who has her PhD in philosophy and has a soft spot for Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women. True, I’ve never said three words to my lecture hall professors, but I can’t befriend them all (I did manage to get called out for talking in my huge lecture class- but that’s another story). Once I made the effort and finally got to know my professors, I felt like I could make a connection with them like at Saint Gertrude.
Turns out not all college professors have phoenixes in their offices, either
- At times, it feels like everyone is in a relationship. Sometimes I do sit around and cry with my friends over pancakes about everyone else’s relationship and why are we all single (hey cute boys we’re nice girls who like to bake), but I don’t let that last long. But that’s when I sit and think about all of my friends, and most of them are single. And I realize that I’m not alone. And that’s it’s okay to be single, especially when college is overwhelming and you’re pretty much in a relationship with your job because someone will come when the time is right. (Also, it has been concluded that art students and engineers are dumb. Now accepting other majors/VCU baseball players)
- Even in a school of 33,000 people, I don’t feel lost. Just crossing the street going to class the other day I ran into friends from class, the cute writing center tutor, and Luke (I tried to yell at you but you were too far away). 32,999 other students isn’t 32,999 people to get lost in, it’s 32,999 new friends to make! (But beware of those other girls also in love with your far-away love. He’s yours to never talk to and stare at as he walks by)
- You’re not the only commuter student. Commuters are like attractive guys, they’re everywhere. Don’t rush it, you’ll run into them.I think I know like twenty gajillion. You’ll band together and become friends because you’re sick of everyone saying “I’m sorry” when they hear you live thirty minutes away with your parents and have to explain that it’s actually okay.
- You’ll discover that you and your classmates have a lot more in common than just going to the same school. You have no idea how excited I was to find people who also understand the importance of singing and dancing to twenty one pilots in the parking deck, geeking out over Russian history, and love you for your other weird quirks. I love my Gertie girls, they’ll forever be special to me, but there’s something about VCU kids that I adore.
I don’t even know where or how to start.
You’ve Experienced Richmond If… got so much traffic over the past couple of days, Word Press broke a couple of times on me.
I think this means I went viral?
I’m beyond surprised and extremely confused. Readers are finding me on tumblr and Twitter, social media that I don’t have; I’ve gotten over 18,000 views in the past three days, and I know maybe 18 people? So who do I owe all of this love, affection and views to? You beautiful souls, my lovely readers. You guys blew my mind letting this post go insane, sharing it at least twenty times on Facebook and letting it run rampant on Twitter and tumblr. I’m still overwhelmed by a class of 350, so I can’t even fathom 9,000 people reading this in one day. Continue reading
No matter where you go, who you are, or any other circumstances, I think we can all agree: college is insane, and that’s lightly putting it. It’s all thrilling, a game of can we all survive on caffeine and no sleep?, but I’m here to tell you that it’s really not that way. I balanced out fifteen-twenty hours working, classes, gym time, homework and a mediocre social life last semester, so I thought I could do it again this semester. I signed up for one more class than I did in the fall, and none of them are jokes. I ended up in the library often, doing homework and munching on a bag of carrots for lunch, scheduling my life for SI sessions around work, gym time on free days, and was up until at least 12:00 finishing up work each night, something I hadn’t done in high school.
About two weeks ago, I was in the middle of class when my lower right side was hurting. I had no clue what was going on, so I told myself it was a weird case of PMS and moved on with my life. Two days later, the pain came back on my lower left side, but more intense. I almost walked out of Italian, unable to handle a fast foreign language and the unknown pain. I called out of work and went to VCU Student Health, running into half of the 13th floor of Rhoads and their norovirus. A doctor quickly saw me and trapped me in her office for almost two hours as she ran extra tests, but everything kept coming up negative. She told me to get rest and see her the next day. Continue reading