My current first world problem is that I'm so close to being a first generation college student
*my mom is from Natchez Mississippi, a pretty poor area, no one on her side of the family graduated college except her mom (I think she did a short teaching program) and cousin (went to a random school in mississippi).
*my dad is from virginia. his dad went straight to the military and didn't go to college, and his mom dropped out of college (story for another time)
My mom joined the Army after high school to pay for college and my dad went to West Point and joined the military. For graduate programs they went to Troy State. I am grateful for this because it allowed them to get better jobs, access to secure military bases, and slightly more respect in the world. BUT I refuse to become a service member. SOOO I don't have any parent connections at any school that I would be a good fit for.
tl;dr
both of my parents are first-generation college students with army-based careers but that story DOESN'T HELP ME AT ALL because being a second-gen student doesn't mean squat and i don't have a family connection in fields outside the army ):
Like I don't want to join the army or even work as a civilian member of the army workforce. I'm sick of it. I want to be a biochemist, d.o., or environmental scientist! And yes I could do those within the gov but I'm sick of the US government. I don't want to help the government. I want to help the world.
Crochet mutuals come behold sppspspspsps
My mom made this. She said you guys would drool on it.
Pattern here
“When you stop talking to people, stop talking about them too.”
— Unknown
when I was pulled under the waves
my eyes stung
it felt like when the shampoo drips in the shower
my mouth got salty
it felt like when I get fries from the place I hate
my body dragged
then rolled
it felt like nothing
nothing good
nothing bad
there's nothing under there
I went downstairs to get a midnight snack while my dog was sleeping. I turned on the light and made a bunch of noise but she only looked up when she heard the sound of a single goldfish dropping on the floorrrr
I like the words in my head
But as soon as I type them out
The black 12-pt letters mock me
Nana nana, boo boo
We don’t like you
That’s when the letters begin to move:
Darting across the page
Every direction
Bumping into each other
Transferring energy
Making an incoherent mess
I reach for a blanket
I catch them in one fell swoop,
swing the bundle over my head,
throw them in the can
That’s when the letters begin to cry:
Wailing through the metal
Very loudly
Falling on their knees
Claiming to be sorry
They didn’t mean it
Too bad!
Now I have a new thought
To take out of my head
And onto the page
And off the page again
i wonder if Gen Z/Alpha/Beta is gonna make a movie romanticizing 9/11 the same way people made a movie about the titanic survivors...
"sorry jack, there's not enough room on this staircase"
Being super young for your grade is great until you try to date someone.
You're 16, so go date a 16 year old. Have fun being the senior dating a sophomore and trying not to feel like a creep.
You're a freshman in college, so go date a freshman in college. But now they're a 19 and 1 month year old adult dating a (17 and 11 month year old) minorrrr.
Obviously this doesn't apply to people that aren't in this one extremely specific situation...but does anyone else feel my pain
“I keep that thang on me”
Otto Soglow in The San Francisco Examiner, California, September 6, 1932
Been dating my bf for 6 almost 7 months, which rounds up to a year, which is basically enough time to know i want to marry him, so basically he should propose already
18/(she/her)/college student ★ crochet, alt rock, biology!, bad at cooking
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