I'm a 20 year old University of Cincinnati student. I love everything Cincinnati, especially the Reds. Jesus is my passion. My heart has a special obsession with Northern Ireland and bodies of water. I'm on a most incredible journey and I'd love to have you along.
Every time I go visit, I wonder if it’s the last. Friends will graduate and life will get busy and there will be no reason to go back. The people I once spent every day with I only see once or twice a year now. Some of them a definite friends for life, others only for a season. I miss them. But going back is hard. And coming home is harder.
Awkwardly trying to decide if I should email my professor to ask her to change my grade because I just did a ton of work and didn’t realize she’d already put the final letter grade in…..
UPDATE: I did it. Excuse me as I cry.
do you ever get really motivated to do something and you get really excited about it and then when you get home you’re just like nah
Always be honored when someone lets you in on their craziness.
When they’re at their most slobbery, vulnerable, neurotic, exposed rock bottom: please don’t belittle them. Embrace. Be gracious. Your advice is probably good, but not as good as being there to catch them.