Thank you for treating me with the respect all women deserve and teaching me that all women deserve respect. Thank you for raising me in a way where the only “daddy issue” I have is holding all men to a high standard.
Young death is an unfathomable tragedy that rocks and shakes you so deeply you cannot help but question every pillar you have held as an irrefutable truth. It is pools of tears and snot on dorm room mattresses, glassy eyed Facebook stares as messages of incredulous mourning surface by the moment on their wall. It is rising bile and clammy skin.
When people say that college is the best four years of your life they are referring to the three weeks of spring right after a never-ending winter and before the oppressive humidity sets in.
Progress is not linear.
To the girls on the elliptical, I salute you.
Curl up in your bed, on the floor, the backseat of a car, the plastic bench of a train.
Eat a diet that is 60% Chipotle, 10% alcohol, 10% drunk pizza, and 20% your college’s favorite local sandwich shop.
3. Insert clichéd quote about well-behaved women rarely making history.
Wow it’s hotter than I remember. Is it always this hot? Is this even safe? Maybe I should just peace it… Shoot! The instructor already saw me, its fine, I’m going to be fine.
Go for a run the first day it is warm out. Run for 5 miles. Feel invincible.