Senior Perspective

Dear Freshman Nessa,

            I see you out here, with your fresh micros and your smoky eyeliner, taking pictures of everything from, walking around with your zebra print lanyard. You’re beautiful, smart, outgoing, and funny. Freshman year is perfect right? From the all-nighters on 2^nd floor Alden with the girls, all of whom you swear are going to be your bridesmaids after only five weeks of “friendship” to sweating it out on stage at 19South on Friday nights. GET IT HOW YOU LIVE GIRL. But a few pointers: be careful!  Be careful with who you trust with your heart, your secrets, your drinks and your clothes. Don’t bring that bum high school boyfriend with you. Don’t drop your best friends from home, they know you and love you no matter what, and will always be there for your drunken 3am calls about being homesick and misunderstood. Read your damn books! Seriously, you spent all this money, and time scurrying around for the stupid things. May as well use them and gain some knowledge. What they don’t tell you is, no matter what you’ll have to learn the stuff anyway, may as well do it the first time around, it’ll save you time and money. Go to class! Getting into that scholar’s program was a privilege, which you earned with your flawless test scores and impressive high school grades. But you still have to prove that you’re worthy of that honor, and coasting through is never impressive.  This is just an intro letter. I’ll be updating you for the rest of the semester, guiding you as much as I can even though you are gone, yet never forgotten, especially on the weekends. I always loved your wannabe wild self. Just watch, when you fall in love, you’ll get tired of the party life, and be a homebody sophomore year, just watch! ;)

Love always,
Senior Nessa