Archive | September 2013

College and the Gap Year.

The problem with college is not college. It’s those who act like it’s a god. It is not, it’s a series of buildings where teens/young 20s go and can fake their way to cap & gown. I know, I’m one of them.

Near the end of my senior year of high school it seemed like everyone was asking the same thing: are you going to college? Pft! Of course I was going to college! Doesn’t everyone go to college?! What kind of life can you have if you don’t go to college?!

Some people would skip that question entirely and jump to the next logical question: where are you going to college? Then: what is your major?

5 years, 1 school transfer, 3 major changes, and tens of thousands of dollars in debt later…I figured out it was a mistake. College was not for me, and that is okay.

Contrary to what society tells its bright-eyed, bushy-tailed high school graduates, it really is okay to not be “college material”.

I day-dreamed my way through college, I doodled baby names on the sides of my notebooks constantly during class. You would think that would be a hint my calling was maybe to be a mother. I would get physically sick at the thought of graduate school (required for my final major of choice). I took decent notes, but hardly studied for exams, simply because I didn’t care. Somehow I managed to make it on the Dean’s List for several semesters. This is beginning to sound like a majority of public high schools, pushing students through for the sake of money.

Two words: GAP YEAR. Take a year (or two) to explore what you really want in life. It’s silly to think a vast majority of 17/18 year olds will know what they want to do for the next 50 years of their lives when all they’ve known is the 4-walled-one-size-fits-all-everyone-the-same-age-ask-permission-to-use-the-toilet environment for the first 13 most informative years of their lives.

College should not be the go-to for young people, it’s setting most of them up for failure. What a horrible way to start out your new life: a piece of paper for something you don’t really care about and tens of thousands in debt. Why is this still the expected norm for our young people? We should be helping them succeed, I believe a gap year(s) can really help! A year or two of volunteering, working, figuring out what they like enough to do for the next several years. Then once that is figured out, they will be older and (hopefully) more mature, therefore more likely to put more thought in their decision to school or not school. More importantly, it will be their decision which they care enough about to pursue. This shouldn’t be an excuse to free-load, party, binge play video games. None of those things will truly help in figuring life out.

I urge all high schoolers to consider breaking from the norm, most of my generation will tell you not to repeat the mistakes we did (and yes, contrary to what you think, we do know what we’re talking about).



To my Grandma

To my Grandma


It’s been a few years since you’ve left us,

yet I still dream of you.

I think of you very often

and miss seeing you.

I remember that last night,

when I said goodbye.

I touched your hand,

they were warm and soft.

I have many memories of you,

all are fond.

I miss how you called me “Emy”

and got me Halloween cards.

You gave what you could,

your love was limitless.

You were one of the few people I felt totally comfortable around,

I never felt a judgmental or critical eye from you.

Zane loves “Buzz Light”,

he plays with him a lot.

You would totally miss our jokes,

and if you caught on you would get snappy.

I wish you could have met Tzeitel,

whose middle name is after you.

You would have been confused by her name,

yet loved her blue eyes.

Sometimes I lay in bed thinking about you,

sometimes I still cry.

I remember when you taught me to make cut-out cookies,

and I remember how they would always taste funky.

When you’d say funny things like “No more candy until you eat your ice cream”,

the best part was, you were being serious.

I wish I had talked to you more,

talked with you more.

I love you, Grandma.

Love, Emy