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“Are you putting yourself out there?”

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Not having money is shitty, but staying home while all your friends are out having fun is even more shitty.

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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.

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Yeah, remember that bucket list you made when you were a freshman? “Have sex in the library,” “Hookup with someone from every dorm,” “streak,” “Have sex on a rooftop,” “skinnydip in the lake,” etc etc etc.

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When all the freshman can go out on a Monday and you’re like “What?! How?! Don’t you people have work to do?!” you feel old. This past year I’ve realized that there is a huge difference between the age of 18 and the age of 21. And that difference is simply being an adult.

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In three months I will never be responsible for homework. Ever. Again. No one is going to ask me to write a 10-12 page paper discussing the themes of isolation in Romeo & Juliet. Or to read 37 pages on Faulkner.

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Did your Aunt *really* die this semester?

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A group project team meeting in public for less than 30 minutes to passive aggressively assign roles for a semester-long group project as the “team leader” falls asleep on a bench.

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You worked really hard to shed that Freshman 15, and now your perception of food has kind of changed. But you still like to eat pizza…like a lot of pizza.

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When you are feeling overwhelmed, compartmentalize it all and transform tasks into bite size pieces.