Your father has never been afraid to show emotion. You’ve learned from his tears that crying does not make you weak, but shows your incredible strength.
There were no in-my-head fireworks, like people say there will be. I didn’t walk up to the Admissions Office with my heart skipping a beat. I didn’t have this sudden bubbly feeling in my stomach.
You are the guinea pig of their tragic pickup lines and attempts at flirting. So for the love of God (and hope for all the females out there) help them figure out what to say and how to text.
5. Whatever you wear–boots and shorts, blue pants with a green shirt and a yellow shoes, a sweatshirt that hangs past your knees, a helmet and cape–rock it with confidence. (AKA: Swag)
1. Get a haircut. A wow-you-look-amazing haircut to chop off the dead ends and start completely fresh.
I don’t know, exactly,
what it is I want to hear.
But I know I like
the sound of your voice,
the way you grab my chin, and pull
my face to yours, stare
into my eyes.
It was the epitome of your pre-adulting phase.
I’m so tired of people saying “Oh, you’re only twenty-whatever. You’ll figure it out.” You’re damn right I will. But I’m not only twenty-whatever. I’m already twenty-whatever. The time is now.
Kill them with competence.
Promise me one thing: that you will treasure this year. That when you feel the laces of the ball, that you will remember how they feel against your skin, the grit of the packed dirt, the worn edge of the seam.