Today I am giving a speech to a bunch of Juniors in high school about why they should go to Vanderbilt. Most of it's true. Most of it as in all but the part where I make it sound like I actually liked Vanderbilt Visions - your individual group of 20-25 Freshman that met weekly for the first 3 months of school. I mean, I didn't lie, cause I never actually said I liked it, I just said I met friends there. Seriously though, don't make me sit in a room with a bunch of strangers and talk about my feelings for 3 months. "This week's low was failing my Econ test..." "This week's high was getting a C+ on my Econ test..." Dude. You should drop Econ.
But really, I want these little children to want to join me as future Vandy alumni. Because Vandy is awesome and I wouldn't trade the experience of the past 9 months for the whole world. I can basically guarantee that's how I'll feel at the end of my 4 year life there. Class of 2017, baby. That's what I'm talkin about.
In my little speech, I talk about how much I appreciate the hospitality of the South and about how much respect I found for my beliefs and about how my professors were really nice to me, even though sometimes I raised my hand like 800 times per class because I'm pretty sure I have a disorder called "I have a hundred questions that probably won't effect anything but I need you to answer them anyway purely for the sake of my peace of mind."I also talk about how they all need to buy rain boots and how they should let go of the perfect college life expectation where you eat three healthy meals a day, always do your homework, and floss every night. It's not like that, unfortunately. Besides, Easy-Mac ain't all that bad when you haven't had a meal all day long. And flossing? Who even does that?
Mostly, I just want them to not be scared of doing college far away from Mom and Dad and I want the Mom's and Dad's to not be scared of doing life far away from their kid. Because even if they don't live at home anymore, they're still your kid and they'll still call you, and tell you they love you and stuff like that. And they will eat good meals at least a few days a week, and they'll pull off those grades (maybe the last week of school, thank you finals) and they may not be the flossing kings and queens, but brushing will probably still happen.
It's fun, you know, this whole growing up thing. It's really fun and exciting. The closing line of my silly, little speech, after I tell them all that flossing is kind of a joke in college:
"But, from personal experience, the number of
good days outweighs the number of bad, and the bad really aren’t all that bad:
at least not at Vanderbilt University. Anchor down, y’all."
Anchor down, y'all.
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