Wednesday, May 20, 2015

What I Wish I Had Known

I always imagined being a teenager would be glamorously tragic, full of adventure and heartbreak. I blame cult classics like Clueless and Mean Girls and High School Musical for making me believe that everything about growing up just falls into place; that becoming an adult, while difficult, is possible by wearing cool 90s clothes, falling in love with a gorgeous senior, and breaking out into Ortega worthy choreography. Unfortunately we can’t all be rich like Cher, good at math like Cady (like…really?), or get into Stanford’s early acceptance like Gabriella; however, life, even though it isn’t at all like the movies, is still glamorously tragic - if not more tragic than glamourous at times. Nevertheless, as I have reached the ripe old age of 19, I’m beginning to see the beauty in the non-Hollywood aspect of life. Growing into this awkward late teen-adulthood phase has taught me is that life is full of these amazing, totally unforeseen opportunities that Hollywood couldn’t even dream of creating. We just have to take them and take life in stride. We just have to live.
With that being said, since I have just finished my first year of college, I have learned all too well the idea that some things are not like I had originally thought. Therefore, I have decided to make a list of some lessons I learned in order to provide a realistic view of what being a young adult in college truly entails. While some of the items on my life may seem cliché or common sense, I really found some truth in them. With that being said, here are ten things I learned as I graduated high school, turned 19, and finished my first year of college.


10. Sleep is cool. Do it.
No, really. It is so tempting to stay up all night and do homework (aka binge watch Netflix), but sleep really is important in order to be emotionally, mentally, and physically stable. College is tough, exhausting, and requires a lot of emotional and physical stamina. Sleep is the best way to stay healthy, alert, and focused. You know, so you can study and learn even more. Try to get at least 6-8 hours a night if at all possible.


9. Check your email. Check your email. Check your email.
Pre-college Rebecca hated email. Seriously. I loathed hearing that annoying little ding notifying me that I had accidentally given a business my real email address like two years ago. However, once you become an “adult” (specifically a college student), email becomes your lifeline. Your professors usually use email as a main form of contact; your college will provide invaluable information regarding scholarships, work opportunities, events, and weather/security/well-being alerts. I know it may seem like overkill, but email is so important.Check your email at least once a day and/or sync it to your phone.


8. Have a good rapport with your professors/mentors/tutors/TAs/advisors/etc.
Making even a small connection with the people who help you, teach you, and guide you is so helpful when it comes to your college career. I was fortunate enough to go to a small college where I was able to make a true connection with each professor, advisor, mentor, and tutor I had. Trust me it helps to have someone college related to be there for you. I realize that no two people are the same, but sometimes just asking a professor for help and making contact helps you relax in the classroom, ask for help, and  provide inspiration.  So many of my professors have written me letters of recommendation, helped me explore other career paths, and inspired me to be a better person. In the same way, keep in contact with your advisors. Again, not everyone is the same, but the advisors I have been in contact with really do care and want you to succeed. Trust their advice and don’t be afraid to talk if you are having issues with courses. Send an email, stay after class,and ask questions. If a the meeting/email response doesn't go the way you want,then you'll just have an added excuse to eat a bunch of ice-cream and cry it out. It’s a win-win either way.


7. SHOW UP TO CLASS!
I really hate that I have to put this on here, but seriously it drives me crazy when people do not go to class. You, your parent/guardian/whoever, is paying for your classes to further your education so please go to class. It seems so self-explanatory, but I’ve witnessed fellow students show up for the first day and the final and then complain about their bad grade. Really? I know the current college myth is that professors don’t care if you show up to class, but they do care, and they will dock points or fail you for poor attendance. Unless you are sick or there is an emergency there is no excuse. If you decide to not go to class, do not complain about poor grades, mean professors, or not knowing about the policy. Seriously, just don’t.


6. It’s in the syllabus.
Everything is in the syllabus. Read the syllabus. Secure the syllabus in your brain. Conceal the syllabus in a safe, convenient place.Love the syllabus. Be the syllabus. Seriously, professors will always hit you with the “it’s in the syllabus” line. Be prepared. There is no reasoning with syllabus, the syllabus rarely changes, the syllabus is the law of the land. Get used to it. Syllabus. 


5. Do the reading (and all other homework).
I’m not going to lie, when professors assign a reading as homework, my brain automatically hears a chill, work-free night. This, however, has proven to be a really horrible thing. Not doing homework may seem like the easy thing to do, but, in the long run, it will destroy you. Pop quizzes and tests are not just a high school thing, but a really real and scary thing that will make you wish you had done the assignment. I realize doing the homework might suck, but it will help you be more prepared and make better grades. After all, you are in college for a reason.


4. DON’T PROCRASTINATE!
I am guilty. I put off everything. It’s bad. In high school, procrastination was pretty easy to get away with; fake a cough, fake a fever and have an extra day to do work. College is not like that at all. College is really cool because you have freedom and typically longer deadlines on projects depending on your major, professor, and schedule; this is both a blessing and a curse. College professors are smart and they know all about procrastination; therefore, I have a theory that they all assign hard projects on the same day at the end of the semester just to mess with students. When a student hears that a huge assignment is due in 16 weeks, they start around week 16; however, that becomes an issue when all 6 classes have projects due that week, plus finals. Don’t do it. You will (nearly) die, or have a breakdown. Or both, and it won’t be pretty.


3. Don’t overwhelm yourself.
I made the rookie mistake of trying to take on too much my second semester because I was overly confident in my college-managing skills. No matter how well your first semester goes, you do not have it all together like you think. Trust me. I attempted to work two jobs, fulfill commitments, and take a full course load, all-the-while dealing with life stuff; this is not a good combination. After a few tearful nights, too many overnighters, and caffeine running through my veins, I had to cut back and drop a class. College should be a fun time of learning, creating, and finding yourself. While you should be challenged and work hard, there is a limit. Don’t try to be a superhero or a martyr because something will ultimately have to give. Learn to say “no” and don’t be afraid to take a little time for yourself. Prioritize, manage time, and organize.


2. Get involved.
Before anyone declares me a hypocrite, do not overwhelm yourself while in college, but do get involved as much as you can. By joining clubs and programs, I was able to meet future professors, other important faculty and staff at the college, and some of my best friends. It is really nice to surround yourself with people who like the same things as you and are dealing with the same things as you. Being involved also opens new doors for job opportunities, scholarships, internships, and networking. I cannot stress enough how important it is to make these connections, they will invaluable down the road. I have met professors, influential members of the community, and gotten amazing letters of recommendations just by being involved at my college. Find something you like and join at least one club or organization. Trust me, you won’t regret your decision.


1.       You will be ok.
At some point in the semester, you will want to give up all hope of a degree and decide that more lucrative careers seem more attainable. That’s totally normal. College is supposed to be challenging and hard and confusing and it is definitely not for everyone. If it were easy, there wouldn’t be such an emphasis placed on the importance of furthering your education. I think I speak for the whole college population when I say that sometimes you will want to cry, laugh, scream, and give up within the course of one math problem or English essay. The best thing about college is that you will (eventually) finish the problem or essay, somehow get it right, happy scream, dance around your room, call your mom, and feel like a genius. In essence, you will be ok. So surround yourself with positive, encouraging people, go for a run, listen to music, dance, celebrate, and be emotional. It’s ok to be human. You can do this, you will do this. You have a passion, a dream. Follow it through and have fun along the way. 


So, that’s it. Those are my wise words of wisdom from my first year of college. I realize that I am by no means an expert on surviving college or the late teen years, I am simply giving my own insight on the topic. Of course, I still have plenty to learn and I look forward to making more mistakes and accomplishing more things that I ever thought possible. My college experience may not be Hollywood worthy, but it’s been pretty cool and hard and scary and fun. So, to those reading, good luck and embrace the realness of what life is post- high school. Look for opportunities, and take life in stride. 

Monday, July 21, 2014

The Dreaded Question



“What do you want to be when you get older?” This simple question has the power to evoke more emotions in the average American teenager than a Pretty Little Liars season finale, or a March Madness upset. For all my life I’ve been asked this question over and over; however, there comes a point when the whole “first doctor-lawyer-ballerina in space” answer doesn’t quite cut it anymore. I’m there. I’m older. A high school graduate. An adult. Ever since I was little, I dreamed I’d just wake up one day and it would hit me like magic; I would go from being a naïve little kid to a career woman. I thought I would graduate from high school as Valedictorian, go to my dream Ivy League school, become a doctor, save the world, get married, have a dream house, and vacation in my free-time on my private island by the age of 25. I planned, dreamed, hoped, and soon came to expect every golden thing ever conjured up in my mind. Funny how life works. You can plan, dream, hope, and expect something all you want, but in the end, things don’t always go the way you plan.
You can be like me and have your life planned out - all the way to graduate school and your pediatric residency - by the time you are in eighth grade, only to have everything you expected fall completely apart at the last second of senior year. In an instant I have become the archetypal high school graduate I worked so hard to avoid- the one who has no clue what to do with the rest of their life or who they even are, for that matter. How do you go from seemingly having all the answers and the plan to having nothing- not even time- to go back and change a thing? Some say I should be thankful that my every dream and plan hopelessly crashed and burned at the last minute, maybe they’re right; however, I think my story of disappointments persuades them to give cheap advice to make up for their lost dreams and plans in the midst of their current mediocrity. Then again, maybe I’m just bitter.
Either way, here I am at midnight, writing about what my life has become- or hasn’t become- all while psychoanalyzing Taylor Swift lyrics. Which, oddly enough, brings me back to the question I posed at the beginning of this teenage girl’s angst-filled soliloquy: “What do you want to be when you get older?” I used to be able to quote my answer to this question front and back, “I want to become a pediatric nurse practitioner and start my own medical empire. I want to get my BSN degree from the University of Tennessee, my DNP from Vanderbilt, work at the Monroe Carrel Jr. Children’s Hospital and save a life.” Now my answer is, “I just want to be happy.” Perhaps it’s horribly selfish of me to change my dream from saving a life to focusing on myself, but I think it’s time I do something truly for my own good.
So whether you see me in ten years wearing the white lab coat I have always gushed about wearing or you see me writing my two sense about some irrelevant topic in an unread magazine, know that I am happy. My shattered dreams and plans have given me a new outlook on life. Whatever I choose to do, wherever I chose to go, whoever I chose to be will be focused on positive things. I refuse to be motivated by money, fame, social standings, or anything else detrimental to me; I want to be motivated by my passion and true inspiration for something. I plan on making mistakes and I know that this will be the most difficult thing I have ever done; however, I am hard-headed, stubborn, and more determined than ever and nothing is going to stop me from achieving whatever dream I decide. So, I’m finally beginning to realize that I don’t have to all the answers to be happy (although having answers is always good); all I need is to know who I am.
With that being said, I am Rebecca Dunmore, Somerset Christian Class of 2014 Salutatorian, a National Honor Society member, a Rogers Scholar, a Governor’s School for Entrepreneurs alum, Academic Team Arts& Humanities regional champion, active PRIDE Club and UNITE Club member, hospital volunteer, Shakespeare enthusiast, music lover, and sweet-tea addict, and I have absolutely no idea what I am going to be when I get older. And it’s all going to be okay.