To My Future College Scholarly Graduate-Self,
Dang. Wowza. Holy college loans, you made it. You successfully did the thing. The college thing. You done it. A+.
Yeah, throw that cap in the air. Throw dollars (I mean if you have any left) in the air. Throw yourself in the air, you educated bastard you. You'll never have to pull an all-nighter reading up on the history of the history of a mummy or how minerals form or some equation to figure out something you'll never need in your daily life (I mean, unless you're a mathematician - and on that note, congrats! Math not meth!).
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It was a lot of caffeine. It was a lot of cloudy nights and trash bag throw ups. It was a lot of Tinder matches and a lot of hiding behind bushes on campus dodging past hookups or psycho group project members. I mean, it was a lot of hard work and stress and anxiety and tossing and turning over an exam the following morning. It was a lot of pushing your introvert tendencies to the side in order to make friends. It was a lot of throwing on some tight shorts or crop top to dress the part at parties. It was a lot of loud shitty top 40 music, dark dirty basements and adding strangers on Snapchat when you're drunk. And it was a lot functioning on little sleep and a lot of nights where cereal was breakfast and dinner and your 3 a.m. snack.
It was a blast. It was a nightmare. It was the high of life. It was rock bottom. And it was the realest part of life you've ever experienced. High school was nothing. You didn't live there. You didn't have to worry as much about money. You didn't have to worry about the future as much. You weren't on your own. Your life in high school was your school work, your extracurriculars, and your friends. Your life in college was all of that plus your future, your resume, your bank account, your relationships you've made in the past four years (because let's face it, high school friendships hardly last) and your life plan ( as in, when the f*ck you'll be moving out of your parents house with your real $$$).
It was a lot of studying and a lot of talking shit about your professors. It was a lot of moments where you thought you lost your shit and a lot of other times where all you lost was your student ID. It was a lot of meeting new people and wondering "Could he and I end up dating?" or "Could she be my new best friend?" or even "It was hate at first sight." It was a lot of GroupMe's and a lot of group chats. It was a lot of three-hour classes where you had no idea what the hell was going on and a lot of hour and a half classes where you knew exactly what was going on and never felt more career oriented in your entire existence.
All in all, college was a lot. A LOT, and I'm not just talking tuition dollars. In fact, I may never recover from this four year trek.
And on that note, I'll end this letter with the most important advice I can give to you, my future graduate self: Please, please, please make sure you get a f*cking job. Understood?
XOXO Peace out. Work hard, but stay humble
