Another Article About Those Damn Millennials

There seems to be a consensus about what millennials want – what millennials need – out of a job. Most articles featuring the word “millennial” mention that employers and managers should be abiding by the following to keep the communication flowing and their millennials happy.

If you Google “Millennials in the workplace,” you’ll find lists like this:

  • Millennials want to be challenged.
  • They want to be mentored.
  • They want to be empowered for their work.
  • They want to be trusted.
  • Involved.
  • Appreciated.
  • Valued.

Wait. What? Don’t these things apply to ALL employees – young and old; newbies and veterans? The argument that you’ll see in a lot of comments following these articles that seem to be guided towards and stamped with a ‘millennials only’ stigma is that these are things that every employee wants, needs and seeks. And it’s true. And it’s also well, not.

Here’s why millennials tend to be singled out, more recently now than ever before…

Because there is finally a solid amount of us in the work field. A millennial is classified as anyone as young as 18 and as old as 34. Fair enough, right? Millennials are finally over-powering the Baby Boomers (ages 51 – 69, for those of you who missed the post-World War II lesson in history class). So yes, it is important that we target these newbies and, more importantly, why we give employers a reminder to keep an eye out for this new group and their needs – even if it is just a reminder on how they should be treating every employee.

I could also argue that millennials are the only generation that grew up knowing that they didn’t have to read Lord of the Flies in high school English Literature – They could Google the spark notes online! And in fact, Google – and the Internet in general – has played a large role in our learning process, or, lack thereof. Millennials look stuff up. Plain and simple. It’s how we were raised. It’s the exact reason I’m not allowed to have my phone out during Monday Night Quizzo at the pub down the street. So, yes, it’s a hot topic for bloggers and career development writers, because they know it’s going to be read somewhere on the Internet and shared to millennials around the world. If there’s one thing millennials know how to do, it’s Google. And if there’s another thing we know how to do, its band together to share a good article that we found that thinks relates to us and our other young professional friends, who just seem to be seeking a little guidance in this new world of working.

Millennials are different because we feel as though you don’t trust us. Yes. You. As we start to become a larger and larger group in the workplace, we start to feel eyes dwelling on our every move. More of these new kids and less of the ones who ‘knew what they we’re doing.’ And it’s not a bad thing. Most millennials, in their first jobs, should be watched carefully as they learn. But they also want to be guided and mentored. And what they really want is to be trusted. They want to know that for every fuck up, there’s not going to be a hundred I knew it-s mumbled around the office just because they’re the new guy – and especially because they’re younger.

It’s true: millennials do differ from other, more experienced employees, in lots of different ways – far more than I can list here. It’s also true that there aren’t that many differences in how employees wish to be treated, communicated with, and understood.

I guess what I’m trying to say is this… We, millennials, don’t think we’re special. We don’t think you can say the word “millennial” and slap some stereotypes on it and think that they apply to everyone. We don’t want to be treated any differently than any other employee we share an office with.

We do want you to realize that we grew up in a different era. We grew up learning different things in different ways with different kinds of people. We are, in fact, a little different from you old timers.

We’re also insanely jealous of how experienced, all-knowing and powerful you are. We think you’re awesome.

And someday, when we’re the veterans of the office and there’s a new generation entering the work force, we want to understand them. Differences, similarities, and everything in between. We’ll want to learn from them, because they’ll have grown up in a different time, too.

So whether you’re a Baby Boomer, Generation X-er, or Millenial, let’s all learn to celebrate those variances. Learn from one another. Be open to old ideas. Be open to new ideas.

And stop getting upset at articles aimed towards millennials. Especially not this one. Because I wrote it and you’ll hurt my millennial-feelings.


Sort of.

Where Else Can You Find The College Grad Blog? Check Out These Sites!

This week, author of The College Grad Blog, has been featured on TWO amazing websites: For the first time ever, you can read a guest post by TCGB on JobHero, a smarter and new modern way to job search! And for the third time, TCGB has been featured on Careerealism, a site that offers sound career advice from only the best!

First off, thank you to all my of readers who always take the time to read, share, and leave feedback on my blogs! I would be no where without you guys!!!

Secondly, take a moment to check out these awesome sites. They both have tons to offer and can definitely benefit you in more ways than one.

You can check out my most recent guest posts by clicking the links below:

JobHero – “Beat the Statistics, College Grads”

Careerealism – “5 Reminders For ALL Young Professionals”

Thank you again, and again, and again, readers.

And thank you to Careerealism and JobHero for the wonderful opportunities.

– C

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Syllabus Week: Real World Addition

OK, I lied, fellow readers.

I tricked you with my title.

I know you saw “Syllabus Week” and automatically assumed I would be discussing tequila, partying, and how to hide your hangover the first day of work.

I’m sorry, fellow readers.

I did not intentionally mean to trick you. But, now that you’re here, I suppose we could chat, hm?

My college roommate of three years came up to visit this past week and while we were indulging on pizza, a bottle of wine (or two), and late-night Friends reruns, we somehow found ourselves in a midst of memories and recollection of our college days, which, we had to admit, seem much further in the past than just (almost) one year ago.

We laughed about the good times, reminisced on the classes, and friends, and stories we made up along the way.

And then we stopped as it registered to us that we now both had full time jobs to attend, bills to budget, loans to pay, and lives, careers, and new stories to build.

“Where’s the syllabus week to real life?” she asked.

I wish I had an answer. I wish there was some syllabus to this real world.

Some packet of paper to tell us what we should be doing, and when.

When we should know certain things, and by what date. What we’re expected to know and when the tests will appear.

A description of what’s to come; what to expect.

But, there is no syllabus week to the real world, is there?

I guess not. Because everyone is on their own track. Syllabus weeks are gone and we’re left to navigate on our own.

There is no schedule to follow, no professor telling you when and where and what. No grades, or pop quizzes.

Sure, life has pop quizzes of it’s own. But we’re not really given any direction when we’re handed our diploma and thrown into the fire, um, I mean, real world.

It wouldn’t be fair to give a real world syllabus week, because there is no right or wrong for you right now, at this time in your life.

And that might be the most amazing part; that we’re finally on our own. And though we may not feel ready, or sure, or confident, we get to make our own syllabus.

We get to explore, and evaluate, and play around with what we want to do and who we want to be.

We find who we are, we find our careers, we find our dreams when we’re left to build our own syllabus week. We make our own lives. There’s no one to guide us, and that’s totally OK. Because how would you feel holding hands with a syllabus for the rest of your life? It’d be pretty boring, I suppose.

I’m sorry I tricked you, my loyal readers. I just wanted you to know that there will be no syllabus this year, but that you’ll figure it out anyway.

So here’s to you, recent college grads, and your departure from syllabus week. You’re going to be just fine.

And to all you college students who still get a “Sylly Week” – Cheers. Have a few for the rest of us 🙂

To My College Professors

When you’re in college, professors may seem like constant enemies who all get together in a secret cult and plan to assign all major work one the same day.

But, in reality, and once you graduate, it’s easier to see that our college professors were more like saints who put up with us, who pushed us, who wanted us to succeed.

Five classes per eight semesters equals out to about 35 professors throughout one’s college career (banking on the fact that you probably had the same professor more than once).

I loved my professors, even when I hated them. They always had something to teach me. And more importantly, they put up with me – with all of us. My favorite aspect about my college professors was the fact that no two were ever the same. Each one brought something different to the table and varied when it came to the experience that came with them.

To my college professors:

The one who undoubtedly fought with me over every topic, whether or not I was correct. You taught me to raise my voice, to stand by my opinions, and to never let go of an idea that I truly believed in. You also taught me it was  OK to be wrong, and to find new paths in my mistakes.

The one who pushed me; beyond what I thought were my limits. When I didn’t think I was good enough, or when I thought I couldn’t do something, you showed me that no idea was ever too small. That if I wanted something, I could reach it no matter how far it seemed.

The one who believed in me. Who made me find passion beyond the books. Who made me eager to learn because you were eager to teach. Who made sure I was involved in things I would have missed out on because I wasn’t looking that way.

The one who really, really disliked me, and constantly let me know it. You showed me the true ability of proving someone wrong because I knew I could. You taught me how to push myself through tears and bad grades and the feeling of giving up. You made me realize what I did and didn’t want in a major. Even though you were never in my corner, you made me a better student, even if it wasn’t your intention.

The one who broadened my horizons. Who opened new doors. The one who made me realize that first impressions are not always correct. That I could enjoy a topic I thought I cared nothing about. The one who brought a classroom to life.

The one who became much more than a professor, but rather a mentor, and more importantly, a friend. The one I could show up to your office 10 minutes before your next class started because I needed to rant about school, or my stress level, or how the cafe had run out of espresso that morning and I didn’t think I would make it. Even through the semesters I wasn’t taking a class with you – you listened, you understood, and trust me when I say you made all the difference.

And all of the ones in between. You made a difference for me over those four years. Whether it was making my life easier when you could or making my tolerance to coffee stronger, who are the reason I am where I am today, because you made me believe I could – in one way or another.

To my college professors, thank you.

Follow These Leaders!

Hello everyone!

Two of my old classmates and friends have recently started two separate blogs for their Senior year independent study at Kutztown University. They are focusing on women’s and gender studies, specifically about women and gender in the media.

Their blog posts have been inspiring so far, and have touched on some really interesting topics such as social media, body image, celebrity scandals, self worth, and so. much. more.

Take a few minutes out of your day to check out their amazing work and leave some of your own insight, follow, and share their words with others!

Read Jocelyn’s Blog by Clicking Here.

Read Brittany’s Blog by Clicking Here.

The Best Places for Young Professionals to Shop (Females & Males!)

As a college grad, it can be hard to find a happy medium about where to shop now that crop tops (for girls) and muscle tees (for guys) aren’t appropriate for the professional scene, whichever you may be in.

I’ve done some looking and hunted down, what I personally think, are the best stores for us college grads to start shopping, without breaking the bank!

The Loft (F)
It’s a little pricey, but here’s why it’s worth it: The clothes, they last. They aren’t cheaply made and you’ll wear them forever. Also, this store comes with amazing benefits! They are constantly sending out deals and coupons. The other day, I spent $35 there for a dress, and today they sent me a $50 off coupon just for coming in. They are one brand you’ll want to make sure has your email address!!

New York & Company (F)
I used to think of NY&C as a hit or miss, but if you shop online, there are so many great options and they are always having sales! It doesn’t hurt to ever check here if you’re on the hunt for some great quality work clothes.

Gap (M/F)
I’m slightly, overly, maybe, possibly obsessed with Gap, not only for work clothes, but also more along the lines of comfy, day-to-day clothing that classifies you as an adult without making you look over 35 years-old like some shops. They don’t always have the greatest sales, but if you can hunt down a good sales rack or even an outlet shop, you’re bound to find something.

J.Crew (M/F)
I love J.Crew, and while their prices may be through the roof on occasion, they always have really good deals for guys!! J.Crew, for ladies, might not always be the best for everyday shopping, due to prices, but when you need something fabulous, you know where to head.

Ralph Lauren (M)
R.L. has clothes for women, too, but for the professional world purpose, and because most of you probably aren’t heading the country club to play polo any time soon, I’m going to keep this one strictly for the boys, and here’s why: While their robes, hats, and ties may be insanely over-priced, there are good deals here. Their dress shirts and pants are affordable and most importantly, they’re long-lasting and comfortable.

Kohl’s (M/F)
Kohl’s is one of the best places to shop for both men and women’s dress clothes. They offer different lines, brands, and tons of styles to choose from. For women, there’s Vera Wang, Lauren Conrad, ELLE, etc. For guys, there’s Harbor Bay, Dockers [insert dad jokes here], Haggar, and so many more! You won’t find this many good, affordable, choices in one place anywhere else

H&M (M/F)
I was hesitant to put this on the list because quite honestly, the clothes just aren’t great quality. But, I’ll admit that I have found a good pair of dress pants and a blazer or two from here and since they finally made ordering online accessible for the U.S. a couple months back, I guess they deserve a mention 🙂 With their cheap prices, there is a wide variety to choose from, making it worth a shot if you’re looking to grab a few things at once without spending a ton – just be careful because some things are more poorly made than others!


While I do occasionally stop in stores such as Forever21, Charlotte Russe, etc. etc. for a pair or leggings or tank top, I end up spending more money on replacing the clothes. Try to stay away from stores that cause you to end up practically stealing your money in the long run, even if it doesn’t seem like it at the check out.


Look good, feel good.

Happy shopping!





Where are some of your favorite places to shop for professional/casual clothes? Share below!

College Grads vs. The Drinking Scene

I’ve had two people ask me to write about life after college and how to handle the bar scene, going back to homecomings, and/or appropriateness of what the hell to do for Halloween now that you’re not a college student.

And the truthful answer is, I have no idea.

I will say that because I moved about a half an hour away from my college university, I went back one bored Friday night to see some friends who are still there. And, quite honestly, it just felt weird. I felt out of place, even though no one else might have seen me that way, and while it was still a great time, I don’t think I’ll be back anytime soon.

But with Homecoming/Alum weekends, “party” holidays, and friends still in school, how can us college grads, jobless or not, find a balance to the drinking scene? What’s appropriate and what just isn’t anymore?

We can’t. There’s no right or wrong answer, at least not one that I have. So, here’s my opinion…

Do what you want. Just be smart about it.

If you want to drink until the sunrises, can afford it, and don’t have any real responsibility the next day, cheers to you! Have a tequila shot (or seven) for me!

If you can’t, that’s okay, too. Especially since I, and just about every other college grad I know, can’t handle a hangover like we used to. You had four years to be irresponsible, and I’m going to guess that you were, as were the rest of us. And well, it was fun.

Is there a point where we grow up? Sure. But, we’re still young. Most of us don’t have families or other pressing matters to consider, so why not go back to school for the occasional weekend night, or just out for drinks.

Go to homecoming and act like you never left – that’s the point. Dress up for Halloween and head to the bar with friends – almost every bar out there has Halloween costume bar-parties, specials, and contests (especially since it’s a Friday this year!!).

You graduated College. You didn’t turn 80.

It’s not wrong. It’s not anything, really. The point is, you’re a big kid now, and you (hopefully) have the ability to make smarter decisions than you used to on those Thirsty Thursdays before you had a big exam Friday morning. But if you work hard, you might as well play hard. The “best four years of our lives” might have come to and end, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that the fun has, too.

Some Call It Luck. I Call It Hard Work.

I’m standing in the grocery store check-out line, work clothes on, hair in a tight bun, and my leather, three-year-old Michael Kors purse swung over my shoulder.

I was tapping my debit card on the counter, as the cashier was trying to fix her computer, and I may have been a little irritated due to a crazy work day and the eyes of the man in line behind me fixed on my back.

I knew it was coming when my eyes met his, before the words even left his mouth. Looking me up and down, focusing his glare on my MK bag, he says, “Wow, your parents must really spoil you.” My front teeth bit the tip of my tongue as he rolled his eyes.

It wasn’t playful, he wasn’t even remotely kidding, and I wasn’t happy. Spoiled ? Did this man know that I went out and bought myself this bag after working two crappy waitress jobs one summer when I was 19? Did he know I was dressed like this because I had just finished an entire work day followed by a two hour work event?

Yes, I was incredibly blessed and thankful to be born into and to grow up in an upper-middle class family. This was because I have two parents who worked their butts off to give me and my older brother everything we have. The most important thing they gave us? Their work ethic.

Yes, my parents put me through college. After I got a C my first semester Freshman year, my dad said, “I’m not paying for you to go to school to get bad grades. Work harder or you’ll come home.” So I graduated with a 3.7 GPA (damn biology).

Yes, my parents gave me my car and yes, my parents paid for my groceries while I was in college because they didn’t want me working while I was in school. Yes, I am forever thankful more than they know.

Lucky? Yes. But luck isn’t what got me to this point.

Every summer I worked one, if not two, sometimes three jobs over the course of those three short months to make my own money to have and to spend. I was twelve years old when I started my first job and when I was sixteen I would work a morning, an evening, and a late night shift. I never had to ask my parents for money to go out to eat or to the mall like my other friends did. I never turned down picking up another shift because I could afford not to.

Today, I work for a non-profit in an entry level position. One paycheck just barely covers my rent and bills for the month. The other goes towards my dog, my groceries, and I’m left with a little extra spending money (mostly spent on clothes because I inherited not only my work ethic from my parents but their shopping addiction, too.)

And guess what? I love it. I work as hard as I can for what I have, and I’m proud to call it mine. Not because it was handed to me, but because I worked for it.

My parents instilled in me that money isn’t important, but always doing your best was. When my older brother didn’t want to go to school, but instead start his own business – one that he’s been damn successful with – my parents weren’t heartbroken that he didn’t choose the traditional route, they were excited to see him want to work for it instead.

I complain about work Monday mornings. I complained about every paper I had to write in college. But I loved it, because every Monday and every goal reached is a little bit closer to the bigger picture, my picture. So to my friend in the grocery store, this isn’t what spoiled looks like and this isn’t luck. It’s effort, it’s hard work, and it’s mine.

The College Grad’s Guide to Transitioning: “Life’s Tough. So Are You.”

I recently asked you guys what you would like to read about as a college grad, and almost all of your answers have included something along the lines of getting out on your own, starting a professional life, and just plain adjusting.

While the transition from college to couch to corporate can seem tough, frustrating, and simply hard, there are a few things to remember while you and your diploma enter the real world.

If you’re still in the process of looking for your first job, that’s okay. It’s actually more than okay – even if it doesn’t feel like it. Now is the time to explore the options, make your connections, and learn to stand on your own two feet. You’ll easily apply to over 100 jobs before your first one comes along. But when it does, those hours of applying will be worth it. For those who are finding themselves in the first few days, weeks, or months of your new job, the switch can be just as hard, confusing, and questionable.

After five weeks in my new, “big girl” apartment, and four full weeks at my first job, the following is the best advice I can give you, from the bottom of my recent-college-grad-heart:

  • No one is going to hold your hand, and that’s a good thing. Sure, you may have lots of people who are willing to hold your hand, but it doesn’t mean that they will, and it certainly doesn’t mean that you should let them. Part of growing up and entering the real world is learning to fall down and only having yourself to pick you back up. Mistakes are good. They mean you’re trying. Having people to fall back on is always wonderful, but don’t get too used to it, because you can’t rely on them to be back there forever.
  • The only constant thing in this world is change. This is actually something one of my co-workers said to me last week, after seeing numerous people in our office leave to start a new chapter in their lives. Yet it applies to so much more. This point in our lives is all about change. We, as young professionals or even just as human beings, are constantly growing, changing, moving. It’s hard, and it might be scary, but have faith in the idea that everything you come across, every change you experience, is all part of the bigger picture. The sooner we realize that change is constant, the better we become at handling it, and the less it will surprise us when it occurs.
  • You will be alone. A lot. There are times you will feel so alone because you moved to a new town, you’re the newbie in the office and feel out of the loop, or maybe because it seems like everyone is moving forward while you feel unbearably stuck. As Dr. Seuss said, “I’m afraid that sometimes you’ll play lonely games, too. Games you can’t win ’cause you’ll play against you. All alone, whether you like it or not. Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.” What most people don’t realize is that alone isn’t always a bad thing. Having time to yourself, mentally or physically, is good for the soul. When you have time to think, without others around influencing how you think, you just might surprise yourself with how comfortable alone can feel.
  • Money isn’t important. You’re young, you see a world full of money and those who have it, and you figure, okay, I did what I was supposed to do. Bring on the fat paychecks. But quite honestly, the only jobs that are attainable for college grads in today’s economy, pay very little. And that’s okay. If you made all the money in the world at your first job, you would never be motivated to move forward. I work for a non-profit who does so much for the community. Do I get paid awesome money? No. Am I doing something I love for a company I believe in? Yes. And at this point in my life, I can’t think of anything more that I need. I don’t have a family to support, I don’t own a home, and I have enough money coming in to live comfortably. What else could I want? I know other college grads with entry level jobs who are getting paid the same, or even less, so there is never a reason to feel unlucky for what you have accomplished – no matter the pay.
  • Stay connected with people who influenced your past in a good way. I still email and visit with professors, mentors, and connections I’ve been lucky enough to have come across over the last few years. If they made a difference for you once, they’ll most likely do it again. Don’t ever wander too far from the people who were with you before you entered the real world. They want to watch you grow, but that doesn’t mean you should leave them behind.
  • Stop judging people around you before you know them. No, I’m not trying to lecture you on how to be a better person, but it’s a fact you have to grasp if you want to make it anywhere in this world. You just came from a place where all people do is judge: college. What it’s time to realize is that now, you are an adult, and while cattiness might have been necessary to survive growing up, you’ve just entered a world where judging others is only going to harm yourself. You will meet so many people in the first half hour of entering a new company or any other professional atmosphere you may find yourself in. It’s easy to look around and think the worst of people. I hate her outfit. This guy is so conceited. I’ll never be able to work with any of these people. Stop. Here’s the only thing you have to remember: In the professional world, you never know what people have to offer. You also will not get along with everyone you meet, but you will most likely have to work with them, so find a happy medium and stick to it. Judging is the first step to preventing yourself from growing: personally and professionally.


Your first job will more than likely not be your last. So if you hate it, too bad. Don’t give up just yet. It might have more to offer than you realize. Everything in life itself is an experience, and the same goes for your career. Every crappy little task you’re handed only means you’re getting past the hardest time in your profession: the beginning. If you’re still searching for that first job, don’t stop. Patience is key, and so is realizing that everything is not a competition. Every interview you are lucky enough to have is a learning experience, even if you don’t land the job. It’s all apart of the wonderful things that are ahead, so wherever you are, keep moving.



*Author’s Note: I’m growing, too. These are just a handful of things I’ve learned in my first few weeks in a new town and a new job. I’m still learning, just like you. The more I grasp, the more I’ll share. Keep checking back for updates! If you have any “real world” advice, I’d love to hear. Share your ideas, thoughts, and comments with me. Thank you for reading! -C

“If Walls Could Read”: An Open Letter to my College University

Dear Kutztown University,

You were new, exciting, and terrifying all at once. I was 17 years old when I woke up in my cozy house (where I had only resided since the day I was born) and looked into the bathroom mirror to wash my face before I began to cry. It was college move in day, and I couldn’t have been more scared.

I talked the whole car ride up, after saying goodbye to my high school boyfriend, who wouldn’t last much past the first month of you. It seemed easier to fill the air with insignificant babble than to say what I was actually feeling; that I was horrified of moving two hours away, which at the time felt like a lot, and that this was quite possibly just one big, giant mistake. 

After arriving to the dreaded, un-air-conditioned dorms, carrying box after box of useless crap up three flights of stairs and pretending that I was going to be okay, my parents left, leaving me officially out on my own for the first time in forever. I had no idea what your new, small town and the next four years would have in store for me, but I was suddenly the most excited I had ever been in my life.

I never listened when people told me how quickly you would come and go. My first love, you actually might have been. You gave me, the moody, unconvinced little girl that I was, hope for a career, a passion. I learned that it was okay to make new friends, it was okay to lose old ones, and the ones that mattered would always be around. I found out what it was like to live with four other girls at a time, and how outraged you could feel over an increasing pile of dishes. I came to realize how much a two hour call to home can really mean, even when it was just supposed to be a quick hello. I grasped the fact that it’s okay to live off of ramen, just don’t tell your Italian mother. I met new people, I tried new things, and I loved your campus classroom walls and the family-owned shops in town more than you know. You could sometimes feel like my own personal hell, but mostly you just felt like home. I can never put into words all that you gave me.

I fell in love in Bonner Hall, I fell out of that same love in 330 W. Main Street three years later. I met two girls I couldn’t stand freshman year. I managed to sneak into Shorty’s by the time I was a sophomore. I cried my eyes out hugging and singing with those same two girls, who easily became my best friends, on the same dance floor the night of graduation. I loved when I came to realize it was worth being involved in campus organizations and clubs for reasons beyond putting them on my resume. I got my first D before switching my major, which I still need to thank that professor for, as it was undoubtedly the best decision I ever made in my life.

I unsurprisingly made mistakes, amazed myself when I made right choices, and over time, I learned right from wrong. I learned it’s more important to sit with someone who’s alone at lunch or in the classroom than to miss out on making a new friend. I found personal dignity in realizing that one bad grade didn’t decide my future, as how one good grade would not do so either. I learned that life wasn’t always easy, or fair, but you would always point me in the direction I needed to go. 

When it came time to leave, I wouldn’t admit that I was just as terrified as I was on the day I moved in four years prior. I acted like I was over this point in my life, that I was ready to go and to move on. I told everyone I was glad it was over, but between you and me, I didn’t 100% believe my own words. As I write this, it’s almost exactly four years to the date that I moved in to that hot, brick building next to the dining hall, and only three short months since graduation. I’ll be the first one to admit that the same tears fell from my eyes on my very first move-in day as they did on my last move-out. The same feelings arose, and the same questions were asked, but indisputably, you were my most favorite life choice I had the pleasure of making. My first big adventure and my least favorite goodbye.

I know you’re just a cluster of buildings with fields and trees in between, with a small town just down the road, but to your students, you’re more. A perfect, wonderful little memory for me, a big, unknown world awaiting for new, scared incoming freshman, and a place past and present students will always adore to call home

I’ll see you at Homecoming,