In an effort to make my online presence as a writer a bit more cohesive, I will be taking pieces of mine published on various platforms and adding them to my LipLiner portfolio. Next up is a piece originally published for HerCampus SUNY New Paltz in October 2015 — “Not All Fun and Games”. Enjoy! Continue reading
When I was in the eighth grade, one of my teachers had all of the students write a letter to themselves four years in the future as graduating high school students. The year was 2008: I had braces, loved making people laugh, and knew I wanted to have a career in writing. To this day, not much has changed. I received this letter but four years later – now 2012, as I was preparing to enter SUNY New Paltz as a college freshman. I truly don’t remember my initial reaction upon opening the note, but it was sentimental enough and has stayed tacked on my bulletin board. As time would have it, another four years have passed, and 2008 Bridget (that’s when people first started calling her Bird) never received a response to her letter, until today:
In an effort to make my online presence as a writer a bit more cohesive, I will be taking pieces of mine published on various platforms and adding them to my LipLiner portfolio. Next up is a piece originally published for Obsessee in March 2017– “How I Survived Not Going to the College of My Choice*”. Enjoy!
Yesterday on Instagram (shameless LipLiner plug, oh well), I asked our followers to tell me the title of the best book they’ve read in the past year so I can keep my eye out for new picks to add to my “To Read” list. To show that I not only walk to walk, but ~talk the talk~ too, I’ve decided to detail the books I’ve read this summer thus far in hopes that maybe one of these will make it onto your own reading list!
As I’ve mentioned previously and am not shy about mentioning over and over: I am not an academic. I hated going to class and I wasn’t particularly good at learning outside of school, either. That’s not to say I don’t like learning, period, but rather that my learning style matches my behavior in all other areas of life. “Neurotic” isn’t a word most people want to be called, but I won’t pussy foot, here. Much like my brain is often off on upwards of ten tangents, that I only barely keep straight through excessive use of lists and post-its, the way in which I learn has followed suit.
I entered SUNY New Paltz as a semi-bitter young girl, in the sense that I was disappointed that my parents could not afford to send me away to a school of my choosing, and therefore, in my eyes, depriving me of a “college experience.”
I hated high school. Not in the normal way people hate high school, when they can’t stand waking up early and the food sucks. I was emotionally, physically, and mentally crushed by my high school. I attended a college prep school forty-five minutes from my house. Most of the kids who went there had been going since they were three, and the other new ninth graders were from the area and had already seemed to forge connections before the year started.