Hey all, are you ready for finals?!
Yesterday, I was freaking out over whether I’d be able to finish all of my assignments in time. The fact that I am typing up opinionated articles onto my blog probably isn’t the best sign…just kidding! I’m pretty certain I’m going to be okay, as my first final exams went really well. That gives me time to write a bit about the future….
This past semester I had a list of things I wanted to accomplish, and surprisingly, I crossed a lot of these things off of my list.
To name a few:
- Meet 15 new people (at the least)
- Do something brave
- Take a spontaneous trip
- Take 18 credits
- Make a 3.8 GPA
Okay, I’ll be honest, I did NOT make #5. I’ll be lucky if I can keep mine up as I originally went for 21 credits… But for some reason, I’m not worried. I feel I have accomplished a lot- and discovered new things about myself. Since my college is 2 hours from the city, I took a bus and overnighted with a few of my friends- it was the best spontaneous, amazing trip I could’ve planned. It was the highlight of the semester- one I wouldn’t forget.
This semester has been crazy, and I have accomplished a ton. I am proud of myself, and everyone should be proud of themselves for being so resilient throughout this semester! Keep it up if you’re still in finals, and congrats to those who are done!
Have an awesome winter break, and stay resilient!
Molly Catherine ❤
The 5 Steps on How I Crashed My Car:
Hey all! Happy Sunday…I’m dreading classes tomorrow, especially because I’ve got a 9am Political Science seminar tomorrow. Talk about a long Monday!
So all of you college students (including myself) have probably had your fair share of mistakes in your lives, and whether it involved beer, music or other miscellaneous blunders made while you’re still sober (This describes me, BTW.) Driving has always been an issue. A lot of my friends tell me stories of how they swerved out of control because of a raccoon or a squirrel that ran in front of their car. Other times they say it was the idiotic SUV in the lane behind them, but I have a TOTALLY different story. Wanna hear what not to do? Or exactly what to do if you’re me…Here are the five steps on how I crashed my car senior year of high school.
Oh, this also explains why I still don’t have my licence. (PS. No one got hurt, thank goodness 🙂 )
1. Have your angry ex-marine father make you get behind the wheel again after 3 months of sitting on the couch.
That’s right! I hadn’t driven in three months at the time of this indecent. My dad was really strict in high school, so just saying ‘Nope, not going driving’ would probably have been something out of Full Metal Jacket. I think the reason didn’t actually practice was because of those pesky high school math classes taking up all of my time. And the space in my peripheral vision apparently…
2. Forget Your Glasses on the counter and accidentally start driving down the highway without them.
My dad was already annoyed of how long it look to get in the car, but he didn’t want to turn around. Neither of us knew my vision was actually that bad at the time. We got down the road and we were working on turn signals when I accidentally veered onto the freeway. Cue the clueless soundtrack?
I was totally buggin…
3. Take another wrong turn onto an even bigger highway.
Yeah, so I made another wrong turn onto Great Seneca Highway, which if you don’t know, is a connecting highway in Maryland. I was terrified, while my dad was just sitting there waving his hand: “You’re fine, now veer off on this exit!”
4. Nearly take out a mailbox while backing up out of a farmer dude’s driveway.
I did actually manage to not hit the mailbox, but again, I was still terrified. We got back on the road and started to drive home…Just wait for it…
5. Actually get within 1 1/2 inches of the curb or from your own neighbor’s mailbox.
That’s actually how I crashed my car…my dad and I were literally less than 50 feet from my house, and I was unable to judge the distance on the final turn. I did not hit any mailboxes thank goodness, but I did end up crashing into the side of the entrance to my cul de sac. (That’s a fancy word for a dead end–street.)
So I ripped up some wiring, and punctured two tires- Yeah. My parents wouldn’t let me drive their car after that.
FYI, I am not suggesting you do ANY of this. This is just a fun article showing the steps- in reverse- of how I had my very first mishap driving. Trust me, we’ve all been there at one point or another. And yes, PLEASE go get your vision checked if this has happened to you. I sincerely hope it hasn’t.
Drive safe, America!
-Molly Catherine ❤
4 Things I Didn’t Expect About Adulthood:
Hey all! Happy Friday- I bet everyone is BEYOND ecstatic to get out of classes and sleep in, relax, and have fun. I’ll mostly be doing schoolwork, and sleeping (thankfully!) and if I’m lucky, I may be able to squeeze in an episode or two of Supernatural…
Anyway, I’d thought I’d make a post about what it feels like to be a college student, and more importantly, what it feels like to be an adult. I wish I could tell you I didn’t feel any different, but in some aspects, I really do. These may be true for you, or maybe it is completely different.
You have more obligations, and feel the need to commit:
OK, since I started college, I’ve had a ton of different assignments ranging from creative essays to projects that require a ton of prior planning. As I’ve had to organize all of the due dates, and outlines, I realized that I had gotten way better at keeping track of my files, and assignments. I was honestly a bit of a mess in high school…really. I needed a file cabinet…desperately. Thank god there’s a Staples near campus!
2. The homework in college isn’t rocket science. There’s just…more.
I thought when I stepped into my first college classroom, I thought writing essays and mathematical equations would suddenly turn into problems I couldn’t solve. I was thinking complicated, stressful and unimaginable types of work that I would have to work hours on end to solve. When you get to college, the homework isn’t a million times harder (Unless you’re actually majoring in Rocket Science or Engineering.) it just accumulates faster. The due dates are spaced out, but turning assignments in on time is a lot more crucial. Plus, exams count for a high percent of your grade…unfortunately.
3. There’s less time for the “fun stuff.”
As I said, there is work to do for class, so not only is it amazing I am actually still trying to keep up with this blog, but it’s kind of a bummer that I don’t have time for other activities I want to do. I love being able to plan my day, but I still have schoolwork and other jobs I am required to do unfortunately.
4. Surprisingly, I didn’t realize how much more I am much more in control of the ‘little things.”
This is one of the best feelings, despite all of the weight being put on us young adults to make the right decisions. There’s no, “Hey mom, can I go out this Friday?” Here’s my cliche: ‘Ya’ just do it!’ A few months into my first semester of college I wanted to dye my hair a few shades darker, (No pun intended. Just no.) and for a second I was like, “Oh wait, my mother said-” Nope, wrong! I laughed so hard at myself for forgetting that I was an actual adult. I mean, I was responsible for paying for the color, but ultimately the choice was mine to go through with it. (You may notice that I had helicopter parents.)
Whether you spontaneously buy a motorcycle, or leave for a 10 month backpacking across Europe, these major and minor decisions are all up to you.
As a kid, people always told me that being an adult was overrated; and quite frankly, it TOTALLY isn’t! We now have the chance to amazing things with our lives. We can travel, make mistakes and get stuck in random skeevy places on accident, and discover that maybe we aren’t as observant as we had thought. Good and bad things happen to everyone. Even though the responsibility is on us, that’s also a really great thing. Now, when we do something great, it won’t be added to our high school resume.
It will finally be classified as life experience. Our life experience.
So make it count, and give em’ Hell.
Here’s My Top Three Moments From High School:
High school has been one of the best times of my life. The friends I made will forever impact me, and remind me of what amazing dreams we started to create. I loved nearly every moment… I’ll be honest- there were times where I wished for something else then- and got caught up in the idea. High school was the impossible combination; oh-so simple, and impossibly stressful. Basketball games were rushes of excitement I lived for, and the classes I took were bundles of nerves set on wondering if I’d get into college. But the little memories in between are the ones that really matter. These ones mean the most to me:
- The first shot I made in a basketball game:
I started playing basketball my junior year. At first, I wanted to quit. Thankfully, the team kept my spirits high. They told me not to give up- and I am so glad I didn’t. The next two years would be led by practices, drills, and improving our skills. Ironically, my first ‘official’ basket didn’t actually occur until the pre-season tournament senior year. I was so pumped to get to the school I forgot my glasses at home. The coach called me to sub in, and I couldn’t say no; so I took a knee and got in the game. A few minutes in, a teammate passed me the ball. I heard Katie on the other side, but I took the chance and shot the ball. Everything had seemed to move in slow motion. My heart was pounding, and my stomach dropped. I didn’t think I would make it…until I heard the swoosh. Everyone cheered, I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face. I stayed in the game for a few more moments, and played my hardest. I can’t forget how everything seemed just right in that moment…the feeling was an indescribable kind of amazing.
Side note: I was missing my glasses for the entirety of that game. My dad finally brought my glasses during the break before the fourth quarter… I really should get contacts.
2. All The Moments I Spent With My Friends
I transferred to my beloved high school at the start of junior year. I was determined to make it the best year that I could- that was a promise I succeeded in keeping. I met my four best friends that year. We all played basketball, and spent some pretty amazing times together. From running to get Chinese food in a rainstorm, and the sleepovers on New Years and parties…I’ll always love my high school buddies- We had some pretty damn good times that we’ll never forget.
It marked freedom of different kinds; not only the freedom of where we wanted to travel, and make a career of in the world, but the ability to choose what we wanted to learn. We could choose college, or choose to go off into the world, and learn some valuable lessons outside the classroom. We were hopeful and ready for the future, and were ready to find out about ourselves. I had always fantasized about that one moment where I received my diploma, but when they called my name, and I stepped boldly across the stage, I couldn’t think about anything else but that moment altogether. I felt like everything was falling into place, and it would. Everything was perfect.
High School was great, and I have so many amazing memories to hold onto, but now I am in college. I can find ways to improve as a person, and live my life to the fullest. These memories I hold onto will last a lifetime, and prepare me to accomplish anything I can dream of.
Molly Catherine ❤
Five Reasons Why Having a Brother Is The Best:
Hope your Memorial Day was great this year. We all celebrated in different ways- maybe you spent time with family, ate greasy American food, or honored a veteran. Spending time with family during holidays is great- especially siblings. I guess I was inspired to write why I love having a brother- even if we don’t see each other often.
- They have a different point of view:
My brother is eight years older than me. We are at completely different points in our life, which means our perspective on things won’t be the same. During my high school years, I was still figuring out who am, and, who I wanted to be. He was there to help me with problems and give me new ways to figure it out- way that I wouldn’t have though of.
2. They’ll tell you the truth, even when you don’t want to hear it.
I cannot say how many times by brother has bluntly expressed his opinion- at the time I would have said he was being nosy and overbearing, but sometimes you need to someone to tell you what you need to hear, even if it isn’t very pleasant. In the long run, it’s better to hear info that’s going to be useful and worth it in the end.
3. They’re inspirational:
If I didn’t have a brother who loved comedy and classic rock, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I’ll never forget when he uploaded a iPod Shuffle full of great music- The Ramones, the although I kept playing a few songs on repeat. He got annoyed hearing “I Wanna Be Sedated,” over and over again, but I’m still glad that I have something that is so unique, and special.
4. They are fucking hilarious.
“Molly. No, Wiz Khalifa married Amber Rose. She was a stripper. Then she divorced him.” We’ve had the most random conversations regarding the strangest things. Not only did not know that Amber Rose was married to Wiz Khalifa two years ago, but I’ve gotten a lot of sarcastic remarks and ridiculous imitations of myself as well. William is better at comebacks than me- and really very witty. Side note: don’t try to adjust the volume of the music while your brother is driving.
5. They never give up on you.
We all had our own problems growing up, but my brother was always there for me. Even when I felt he didn’t support me, he still did; he was always there when other people in my life walked away. We’ve had our share of fights, problems, and argued over things that may even hold no meaning now. He was always there for me when I needed him the most. I could never in a million years hate my brother- no matter what our last argument was. I’ll always stick by him. No matter what happens, I’ll always love him.
Hopefully. you can relate to some of these if you have a brother- more or less.
Have a great rest of your week everyone!
When things don’t go your way…
Two weeks ago, I received some unsettling news. The college I attend to is being shut down. In other words, absorbed. That’s right. Mount Ida College will cease to exist. The University of Massachusetts is buying us. When I say ‘us’ , I mean Mount Ida as a family. I may have only transferred in about eight weeks ago, but the amazing people I have met, students and faculty, will stay with me throughout my life. I’m not terribly distraught so far, except moving my dorm yet again. Okay, I’m a bit more than annoyed. Fortunately, I’m not livid…anymore. At first, I was furious that the college didn’t see the situation coming in the future. How could they not realize they accumulated all of that debt? I really feel for my friends who were in the programs like Vet Technology, Dental Hygiene. They’ve taken classes for their program that likely won’t count anywhere else. They have to find other schools specifically to their major. They have to pick up and move again. On We cannot finish our degree where we started it. That’s what really sucks.
Looking on the bright side, I am an English major. I can major in English, or writing just about anywhere. The point is, we are all in the same boat. Part of me does not want to immediately start my sophomore year in the Fall. I want to travel, and see the world. I know that many of my friends and mentors will tell me that ‘the world will always be there, but hey, so will college. UMass isn’t closing anytime soon; neither are the other schools that I applied to. My grades this semester were way better than I expected- and if I did travel, I could always re-apply to college later. I could walk out the doors of my dorm and buy a bus ticket to nowhere. One that goes anywhere.
But I won’t.
I made a promise to myself that if I wasn’t happy, I would change my life until I was. That I would make my own future. Somehow, I do think continuing with college will help me in the future. I actually transferred to Mount Ida six months ago, which is another reason I had so much trouble adjusting to this situation. The school I attended before made me miserable. For real. I hated where I was so much that I withdrew before I applied other places for the Spring semester. I created a plan for myself in a hotel room in the boonies of Frederick. After numerous boxes of pizza and Chinese food, I booked a flight to Massachusetts. I began applying to schools with the help of an beloved family friend. I then began another chapter in my life. I moved my things onto the scenic campus. In that moment, I had loved college for the first time when I flew up to Massachusetts. It was extraordinary. Although I blew my savings on a hotel in the middle of nowhere, it got me to where I wanted to be. I wouldn’t take it back or trade it- I am proud that I found a way to be happy. So this is my promise to myself as of now:
I’ll stay a semester at UMass. If I hate it, I will leave. I find my way to where I want to be. I did it before, and I can do it again.
Here’s to the best of a new semester. May it be all as exhilarating I hope it will.