Today is move-in day here for freshmen, so I thought I’d offer some advice to incoming college freshmen on Tumblr. Some of these are funny, some are serious, but they’re all important. Enjoy.
Everybody is desperate for friends the first couple weeks. Do not miss out on this window. Be super nice to everyone and hang out with as many people as possible. Your best friends in the first couple weeks will be the people you make fun of once you make real friends. And it will be awkward whenever you pass them on campus for the next four years.
Don’t hook up with that disgusting girl on the 8th floor who will blow anyone who asks. It will only hurt you in the end.
Pray to God that your dorm has a dining hall. But also pray to God that it’s not all you can eat, because you WILL get fat.
Make a lot of friends in all your classes first semester. People won’t want to make friends in later years.
Study, but not too hard. A lot of professors recommend you read over your notes for like 30 minutes every day. Totally not necessary, but that brings me to my next point.
A lot of your classes, especially your intro classes, will involve the professor reading off a Powerpoint. Even though these will be made available to you online, still take notes. Thinking “Oh I’ll just download these later” is a bad idea because you won’t pay attention to anything in class.
You will more than likely have at least one 8AM class. I could only wake up half the time for my 8AM Stat class, so I can’t really help you here. Good luck, though.
I knew a girl who got drunk every night, didn’t go to class, and had a 0.8 GPA. She got kicked out (obviously). Don’t be like her.
Your roommate can come and go as he or she pleases, so keep that in mind when you masturbate or go to lemonparty.org, you sicko.
Higher IQ scores at age 10 may be associated with alcohol-related problems in adulthood.
Public health experts from the University of Glasgow were able to obtain the childhood mental ability scores of over 8,000 men and women in their 30s, and found — much to their surprise — the higher IQ, the higher the likelihood of developing a drinking problem. The correlation existed even after factoring out socioeconomic status, and was stronger in women than it was in men.
Germany and Australia followed Canada in the two and three spots respectively, while the United States placed sixth. Defying all stereotypes, France clocked in as the ninth most friendly nation. China pulled up the rear, although much of that can be attributed to having a difficult language to learn, and a culture that can be confusing to Westerners.
I wonder about a bird that lives and dies in a flash, perched atop a saquoia or otherwise majestic tree. Thinking about how little the bird is, how seemingly insignificant, how short its life in comparison yet the beauty and irony found in how little say and how helpless a tree comes to be as the bird eats in the breeze. Of course the bird has zero knowledge of this, nor worry or concern for the future tree, only for itself, its young and its survival, it’s eating, seeds are being consumed, simplicity. As the bird is flying there is no planning for that future tree, no worry of seed placement, the bird takes a shit out of a basic and simple need and this majestic tree of the future will come to rest for the next 200, 500, 1,000 years where that shit lands. The offspring of this bird literally 100 generations down the line will feed off and nest in this tree. I guess when you think about it, both are trying to survive, it’s not as if the tree has any knowledge of how it came to exist or why it’s in the location it is be it ideal or not. The tree came to rest without any control or say and no matter the struggles it’s faced with does the best it can to thrive. This is one of the many millions of things I think in my head when I see a tree growing in a small crack on a rock outcropping, stunted from a lack of soil and nutrition. When I see a tree struggling to survive at the top of a mountain, against the odds, sun beating down on it, getting the least water when it needs the most.
What I always wonder is, if those trees were given legs, just for a day, where would they replant themselves. Would they move at all or stay right where they landed. Would the trees in seemingly ideal locations make any changes searching for an even better life. Would the ones struggling have too much pride to move or would they just make the necessary changes to ensure their survival without a second thought. My guess is there would be no pride, no envy, nothing but a will to survive and the instinct to seek out the best chances of making sure that happens. I don’t think the trees on the mountain tops would stay because they don’t wanna complain nor the ones in the valley move to the mountaintops for a better view. I don’t think they would get emotional about these choices, feel any guilt or loyalty to that bird or where the seed it ate came from.
This is a long way of me telling you…well, something I don’t even have to tell you and something I would insult you by explaining. You have a right to be a happy woman and live a full life. You have a right to squeeze every ounce of enjoyment and hold onto every smile for as long as you can. You have a right to be loved deeply, to be cared about, to be treated with respect, cherished and adored. You have a right to thrive and shine and you owe it to you and your future to find that. In your focus and desire to survive and not lose sight of that last little part of yourself you worry will burn out and be lost forever you somehow forgot all of this and even though you know better now you still question it and struggle with accepting it. This however is very clear to me as I’ve never met anybody I felt deserved better than you, I’ve never met anybody I felt deserved me.
Your depth and caring are amazing and wonderful, it’s what makes you so special and sets you apart. Sadly you were born into a world your feelings and emotions weren’t safe so you didn’t have any chance of protecting them or keeping them safe, the other tools you were given to protect yourself never had a chance to develop prior to that loving and compassionate, growth oriented side of you being exploited. You are a tree growing in the crack on an outcropping of cold hard rocks yet too worried about how the rocks will feel to move without guilt. And of course guilt is the tool being used against you, the tool you use against yourself.
It’s a windy day here, you’re very much so missed and just as with you, life is back to the grind for me as well. I have my head and the world I live in up there when I’m less than happy (well always really) with the one my physical body exists in. They’re often times in fierce competition but once in great awhile real life lives up to the life I live in my head and spending time with you the past few days was one of those rare occasions so for that I’m happy and thankful. I’m always here for you, I care about you, your feelings, emotions and happiness very much. Doing so takes nothing away from my life and adds zero strain to it, having you in my life on the contrary does nothing but enrich it. People come into our lives for a reason, a season or a lifetime and while neither of us know the reason our paths have crossed I hope I’m part of your world for a long time to come.
This brought me to tears. I hope one day I find someone who can understand me like this.