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An Open Letter to the Class of 2022

By Heldenfalls , in Campus Life , at September 27, 2018 Tags: , , , ,

Dear Class of 2022,

I’ve been watching you—all of you. You think you’re so cool, don’t you? Casually walking around with your smiling faces and overstuffed backpacks and swinging lanyards. I see you grin when the adoring crowd thrusts flyers in your hand and calls out “Class of 2022? ’22? ’22?” as you pass by. Tell me, how does it feel to be pursued?

How does it feel to be wanted?

No, wait, don’t tell me. I already know. You see, I was like you once—full of hopes and dreams and ideas for my FLO applications. It all seems so long ago now, but a little over a year ago, Howdy Week was running in full-force for me. Those flyers were being passed out for me. Those informationals were being held for me. I gobbled up all the attention like it was my daily slice of greasy MSC pizza.

What did I get for all those interviews, short answer questions and free résumé workshops? Nothing. Nada. Zip.  A bunch of rejection emails thanking me for my interest and time, as if there were any other uses of my time than going to another ‘casual interview’ so the officers could ‘really get to know me’! Even my ‘new best friends’ seemed to mysteriously lose my number once the notifications went out.

It’s ok. I’m past that now. Besides, my Fish Camp DG mom said rejection is part of the college experience. Well, at least I imagine that’s what she would say. I haven’t seen her since October of last year.

I’m getting off track. I wanted to remind the class of ‘22 to cherish these days while they last  because come Fall 2019, you’ll be just like me—another washed-up sophomore who nobody cares about anymore. That weird girl in your Biology class won’t even invite you to her church’s bible study.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

 

Sincerely yours,

The Class of ‘21

—Heldenfalls