'25 Reflections
Coming back home
When I was gearing up for my freshman year of college, I thought I had everything under control. When I laid everything I needed for college out on my bed, I was not afraid. When my mom helped me pack two massive duffels with clothes, books, and enough K-Cup Pods to pollute a small island, I was not afraid.
Everything I incorrectly predicted about my college experience
I had my fair share of misconceptions about college. As a first-generation college student, I thought college was going to be like high school. I didn’t have anyone in my family who went to college to tell me otherwise. I got A’s easily in high school; I coasted through classes that claimed to “prepare” us for college rigor.
A clichéd farewell letter
I really wanted to make this article not sound cliché. Yet, no matter how hard I tried to avoid the five criteria listed up there, it started to meet all of them. So everyone, buckle up and get ready to be bored. Here is my clichéd farewell letter.
2637, with love
My best friends and I met at a birthday party in sophomore year for a girl named Tina. Did we know Tina? Absolutely not. But there we were, huddled in a stranger’s basement, eating cheap cupcakes. The hours spent laughing together came naturally, almost as if we were supposed to find each other that night.