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Fifty Things I Learned My Freshman Year of College.

How is this possible? A whole school year gone with already? Can you believe it? I still remember writing that article on what to pack for college. I still remember unpacking into my dorm room and the craziness that followed. I still remember how my roomie and I met:

I had spent the previous week at the Odyssey Program and one of the challenges was to not shower for the whole week. To say the least, I owned that challenge. I did not shower for a week. It was one of the most fun and grossest weeks of my life. When Saturday morning finally came, I dropped my camping supplies on the floor of my new dorm, grabbed my shower caddy, and booked it to the bathroom. Literally, that shower had never felt so good in my life. When I finished, I walked back in only my towel to find my new roommate and her mother unpacking her stuff. Can I say awkward? Luckily, they were about to leave to make another trip to the car, so I had enough time to look presentable. It’s one of the funniest, most awkard situations I’ve ever heard about roomies meeting for the first time. And of course, I had to be the one to experience it.

Anyway, I remember starting college like it was just yesterday. Time flies by so fast, and it really makes you look back and wonder where it all went. I remember my eighteenth birthday: We went apple picking and then to a steak house with my family. I remember Halloween: I was Wonder Woman and my roomie was Robin. I remember Thanksgiving: I stuffed my face like every year. I remember finals for the first semester and how I crammed like a crazy person. I remember being home for winter break and celebrating Christmas and New Years. I remember celebrating it with the boy I love (for the first time ever). I remember returning for the spring semester. I remember Valentine’s Day. It was the first Valentine’s Day in my life where I was dating someone – especially someone that I love. I remember spring break. I did absolutely nothing but get over a cold and write three papers. And now it’s May and I’ll be done in two weeks.

I definitely learned a lot during my first year of college. A lot has changed as well. Here they are:

  1. I learned how to share a bedroom with someone. I’ve never had a roommate before.
  2. I learned how to do my laundry.
  3. I learned how to live on my own without my mother nagging me to do my homework or study. (My roommate replaced my mother for me, just like I did for her.)
  4. I fell in love.
  5. I learned how to cook homemade frozen meatballs and spaghetti in the microwave.
  6. I learned that bread goes bad after a while and it molds and it really, really smells bad. (Like I gagged.)
  7. I learned that you need your Student ID with you at all times, otherwise, you can’t eat, buy things, or get into buildings.
  8. I learned to never let your cell phone battery die while out partying.
  9. I learned that your bra can be a pocket when you have no other option.
  10. I learned that people can either be very welcoming or rude.
  11. I learend that high school drama doesn’t stop in college. – According to my mother, it continues into your career life as well.
  12. I learned that college students are very broke.
  13. I’ve learned to save money the smart way.
  14. I’ve learned how to be way more organized and on task with things.
  15. I’ve learned how long it takes to walk from one building to the next so I’m not late for class.
  16. I’ve learned that procrastination will dig you into a deep, deep hole and then burry you alive. Don’t procrastinate.
  17. I’ve learned to always read the textbook, even if the professor doesn’t say to.
  18. I’ve learned that review sessions before exams are very rare, so if your professor offers one, GO TO IT.
  19. I’ve learned that the writing field is way more difficult than I expected.
  20. I’ve learned that expereince is key – especially in jobs/internships/etc.
  21. I’ve become a more mature person.
  22. I actually know half the time I see myself as an adult. (Sometimes I forget that I’m eighteen. I’ll probably forget when I turn nineteen in five months too.)
  23. I’ve learned that the walls between dorms are not as thick as you think. Your neighbor could know your whole life story without once even talking to you.
  24. My priorities shifted. – Food and naptime became way more important than a shower or going out partying.
  25. I’ve become a night eater. – I eat so much at night, and maybe one or two meals during the day.
  26. The garbage and recycables pile quickly.
  27. I’ve become way more lazy.
  28. I’ve learned how to master shaving my legs in the cramped dorm showers. Once I finish, I always feel like a gymnaist.
  29. I call my mother almost every day. If not, I’d probably not be dong as fine as I am now about the whole home-sick ordeal.
  30. People change their majors/minors all the time. – I actually declared a minor in Journalism. So now I’m majoring in English Writing Arts and minoring in Journalism. Can’t get any better than that.
  31. I don’t think I’ve ever been so stressed in my whole entire life! I think I’ve learned how to deal with my stress quite well. However, lately I’ve been resulting to ice cream. I never noticed how delicious Ben & Jerry’s was until college.
  32. Naps aren’t always a good idea. It could be three in the afternoon and all you want to do is sleep, however, don’t. You’ll just wake up feeling crappier than before. Force yourself to stay awake for the rest of the day until bedtime. (Although, sometimes, it’s nice to give in.)
  33. Elevators break easily and very often. So take the stairs as much as possible in case you get stuck and then be forever known as the girl who got stuck in the elevator during the fire drill. I’ve seen it happen! Plus, it’s good exercise.
  34. The whole stereotypical college student with a car isn’t always true. I mean, it’s a stereotype. Half the time, they’re false. Not everyone will ask you for rides all the time and use up all of your gas. So don’t worry, Dad.
  35. You will eat cereal like it’s a bag of chips. Especially Special K with Strawberries. YUM.
  36. Campbells microwavable soup in a cup in a genuis invention. Especially when you’re sick.
  37. Always have an infinite supply of medicine during flu season.
  38. Water bottles or Brita filters? I could never decide. I’ve tried both. However, since my roomie and I are lazy, we’ve come to the conclusion of water bottles.
  39. It’s okay if you change your major a bunch of times. My roommate went from a French Education major to undeclared to a Math Education major. My other friend went from undelcared with a minor in Biology to Criminal Justice. Unfortunately for her, she has to transfer. Hey, it happens.
  40. Coffee will become your best friend.
  41. Always make sure you have a walking home buddy when going out.
  42. A planner is ideal.
  43. Bookmarks are essential.
  44. Office supplies are one of the most useful things ever.
  45. You can never have too many pillows, until you reach the point where you have to put them on the floor when you go to bed, otherwise there will be no room for you.
  46. Themed parties are usually always fun, but they can sometimes be a bust.
  47. Get involved on campus. I’m part of the LGBTQ club on my campus called S.O.U.L. It’s a great way to make a difference, meet new people, and eat free food.
  48. Literally, try going to every event on campus. Almost all of them serve free food. Free food is amazing!
  49. Sororities and Fraternities aren’t as bad as Hollywood makes them out to be.
  50. And number fifty, storage containers are magical. They’re great for storing under the bed.

So, that’s it! I definitely learned a lot, and I hope what I’ve shared with you will help you as well. Right now, I’m just looking forward to passing all my finals and then going to the BEACH!!!! :D Summer is almost here. I can feel it! Just two more weeks of college and then I’m home! :)

In Love With You.


When you kiss my lips,

I feel butterflies in my stomach.

When you kiss my neck,

I get chills up and down my spine.

When you hold me tight,

I know that the world is right.

When I lay with you,

I feel at rest.

When you say you love me,

I feel my heart speed up.

When I hear your laughter,

I can’t help but laugh along.

When I hear a love song,

I think of you.

When I see it’s 11:11,

I wish for you.

When I talk about the future,

I imagine you in it.

When I say, “I love you”,

I feel myself falling further and further,

Further in love with you.

Continue reading In Love With You.

I Was Going Crazy, Love Can Do That To You.


I felt like I was going crazy.

Especially when winter break first started.

I was having Ben withdrawals.

I was missing you like crazy that it hurt.

I don’t think I’ve ever missed someone so much in my life,

Other than my deceased dog.

Then when I finally said I love you to you,

I’ve never been so scared in my life.

I know there was no reason to be scared,

I mean you said it before me,

But I don’t know.

People say love makes you feel crazy,

And boy did I feel crazy.

I’ve just never felt like this before about anybody.

And it kind of scares me,

How much I’m letting you in.

I know my insecurities might seem silly,

But they’re true,

And they’re there:

They’re not going away anytime soon.

Just know that I love you. Continue reading I Was Going Crazy, Love Can Do That To You.

How To Love Again


When you first told me you loved me,

I freaked.

I had been single for exactly a year before I met you,

And now you’re telling me those three words.

Those heavy three words mean so much,

Yet came so easily off your tongue.


I haven’t loved in so long,

And I’m scared to take the leap.

I know you will catch me,

Its just been so long.

I’m scared of what we have,

I’m scared of loosing it,

Loosing you.


You’re teaching me how to love again,

And it brings joy to me.

You bring joy to my world.

Please don’t leave me.


I bet you find my insecurities silly,

But no matter how much you will reassure me,

I will always have them.


Can I say that I imagine a future with you?

Can I say that it might be longer than you have planned…?


I think I’m falling a little too hard for you,

And that’s what scares me.

It’ll be easier to get hurt,

And I don’t want to get hurt.


Especially because,

I love you.

Continue reading How To Love Again

My First Tattoo.

I’m writing about my first tattoo and I don’t know how to start it… Well let’s start with how my day began.

I woke up at eleven in the morning, because what other time is a college student supposed to wake up at during winter break, and ate some oatmeal. My Google search taught me that it’s good to eat something at least an hour before your tattoo. Not something too light like a salad or too heavy like pasta. I chose oatmeal, because one it’s delicious, two it fills me up, and three it takes only one minute in the microwave.

After I ate, I took a shower. Google said that it’s good to wash your body before you get your tattoo done. The reasoning behind it is so the artist doesn’t think you smell bad and rush through the tat. When I was finally ready to go around two in the afternoon, I drove to the bank with my mum and my best friend Victor. I stopped by the bank to get cash, because most places like to get paid in cash.

Then it was go time. I was somewhat nervous, somewhat excited. Just like on the first day of college. Except college wouldn’t hurt you.

When I reached the tattoo shop I talked to the artist Chad. I went to Skin City in New Windsor, New York. I love the environment there. It’s clean, has nice decor, good music, and nice people.

Chad and I talked about the tattoo design and where I wanted to get it. Originally, it was going to be on my bikini line, however we decided to make it a little higher, so it could contort well with my hips and curves. Once we got the design done, he put the stencil on me. I loved it. When he was about to begin, my heart was pounding and I told my mum to grab my hand.

Once the needle went into my skin, it hurt a little bit. Once he got to the bone, it hurt a lot to the point where I was actually making noise. I tried to focus on my breathing and the music around me. Then I tried concentrating on my mum and Victor’s conversation, joining in every now and then. At some points when Chad was on the bone, I couldn’t even think, let alone talk. However, the pain was bearable.

Once the stencil was finished, my endorphins kicked in and it was numb. I could barely tell when the needle was in my skin, except for when he was on the bone. Once he started filling in the stars and the crescent moon, it hurt a little bit. It just felt like someone was scratching you over and over again in the same spot. After a while, it became numb again.

It took about 45 minutes to an hour to finish the tattoo. Chad was very nice and interesting to talk to. I was so proud of myself. I surprised myself with the fact that I could handle that type of pain. It really wasn’t that bad. Everybody makes out tattoos as very painful, regrettable decisions. However, mine was bearable and I know I will never regret my tattoo.

I got this certain tattoo because of my love for the sea, the moon, and the stars. When I go to the beach and swim in the ocean, I am the most content that I can be. The ocean has been a part of my life since I can remember. My family and I go down to the Jersey Shore every summer. We’ve also been to Florida, the Caribbean, and Mexico. When I’m in the sea, on a boat, my life comes to a halt and I just indulge in the beauty of it all.

The reason I got the moon is a very complex reason. I have always had a love for the moon. I am a night person, and obviously during the night, the moon is out. When I see the moon, I am at peace. It’s just soothing. I think it’s incredible how the moon can control the sea’s waves. My favorite animal is the wolf and the wolf’s love for the moon is just another reason for me to love it as well. I got the stars because I just think that when the night sky is clear, the moon is hanging high, and its so starry, that it’s just beautiful. I’ve always had a curiosity for the moon and stars. What’s out there in space? What are all these constellations? What are stars made out of? I love astronomy as well as astrology and stars just seem to represent both.

The wording, “Stella del Maré” stands for Star of the Sea in Italian. I chose Italian, because I am half Italian. My father’s side is all Italian and I take pride in my nationality. I know some Italian and plan on taking more courses in college to further my knowledge of such a beautiful language.

I love my tattoo and how it incorporates all three of my favorite things that I love into one. My tattoo has many memories behind it of the sea, as well as my favorite animal, my aspiration for knowledge about astrology and astronomy, and my nationality.

I chose the spot to be on my left hip because it’s near my bikini line and I always wear bikinis at the beach. I really don’t know why I chose my left side. I feel like it was a subconscious decision. My cartilage piercing is also only on my left ear. Research shows that you chose whatever side opposite of your writing hand. I’m a righty, so I picked my left side of the body. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but whatever. I also chose my hip, because it’s a spot where it can be hidden underneath clothing. I know I will be getting a professional job and you have to look professional, so it’s in a good spot where I can hide it if need be.

I love my tattoo and can’t wait to get my next two. (: And yes, you read correctly, I plan on getting another two. However, no more.

I Wish I Wasn’t Scared.

I wish I wasn’t scared

To tell you how I feel.

I wish I wasn’t scared

To show you how much it’s real.


I wish I wasn’t scared

About where you’ll take me.

I wish I wasn’t scared

About what that’ll be.


I wish I wasn’t scared

To let myself fall.

I wish I wasn’t scared

For me to give you my all.


I wish I wasn’t scared

Since you told me those three little words.

I wish I wasn’t scared

That those three little words

Mean so much.


I wish I wasn’t scared

About the whole thing.

I wish I wasn’t scared

Of what it can bring.


I wish I wasn’t scared

But I am.

I wish I wasn’t scared

To change how I am.


I wish I wasn’t scared

But I hope you can see.

I wish I wasn’t scared

That you were made for me,


I wish I wasn’t scared

Of saying it back.

I wish I wasn’t scared

Of getting an attack.


I wish I wasn’t scared

To open my heart to you.

I wish I wasn’t scared

That I do love you.

Continue reading I Wish I Wasn’t Scared.

Love Is A Strange Word.

Love is a strange word, and it could mean a number of different things to different people. You have to realize that love isn’t a saying. It’s an action. Judge a person’s feelings by what they do, not by what they say. It’s just the little things people do to show they’re in love.

First off, it definitely doesn’t happen right away. So any person who says it immediately usually just wants to get in your pants, which entails that they’re inexperienced and don’t know what love is.

The analogy I use is that love is like a tree and infatuation is like a flower. A flower is bright and beautiful, and it blooms fast.

However, a flower has no will power; no strength. A flower will blow away during a storm or a passing animal could crush it. Flowers are seasonal. They die too fast and are too fragile.

A tree is not as bright and exciting as the flower. A tree takes a very, very long time to grow. But trees have tremendous roots placing them firmly in solid ground. A tree can live over 100 years. Trees even stand long after they die. Just like love.

The way someone treats you shows love. When you finally fall in love, it’s the most calming experience. You won’t even realize it right away. It’ll just hit you one day. You’ll know. You won’t doubt that feeling once you’ve felt it.

Love is still a strange word, although.

Continue reading Love Is A Strange Word.

One Year Anniversary of Fairytales!!!

I just want to thank all of my subscribers, fans, and random people who stumble upon my blog while being bored online for all the support you’ve given me. It’s been exactly one year today when I first posted on this blog. Thank you all so much again! I could not have done it without you! (:

– Jenny

Big City Dreams.

I step out of the yellow cab,

The smell of pizza wafts through my nostrils.

I stretch my neck

As my eyes try to reach the top of the skyscrapers.

I gasp,

How do they get up there?

It’s so tall!

Daddy’s hard calloused hands

Grab my itty bitty ones

As we walk through the crowded streets

Of New York City.

I try to keep up with Daddy’s long strides

As we cross the street

And step into line with other tall people.

Why is everything so big here?

I look at the building and see a poster of

The Lion King.

I can’t wait to see it!

I smile.

The man behind me takes out

A smoke.

I cough as he blows it in my direction.

Daddy pushes me in front of himself

So he can block the smoke.

It smells really icky,

I scrunch my nose in disgust.

The line finally moves

And we end up at the doors

Where a man in a red jacket stands.

Daddy gives the man our tickets,

Then we step through the doors.

I hold Daddy’s hand

As we walk down red-carpeted stairs to our seats.

We sit down near the front and I look around.

The red cushioned chairs are made for fat people,

But Daddy seems to fit fine and he’s not fat.

The stage has a black floor and a big red curtain hangs above.

A lady with big yellow hair and too much perfume sits next to me.

The lights go off and I grab Daddy’s hand,

I’m scared of the dark.

He squeezes it reassuringly as the audience hushes.

The curtains open slowly as music starts.

“Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase.

It means no worries for the rest of your days.”

I bounce in my seat, smiling big,

To the beat of my favorite song.

Simba goes on stage along with his friend Nala.

I know that there’s a man and a lady

Underneath those costumes,

But they seem so real.

I want to be just like them

On stage playing my favorite movie.

That’s my big city dream.

Continue reading Big City Dreams.


When we first met,

You weren’t mine.

We were too young to know,

Exactly what drew us together.

It might have been looks,

It might have been laughs,

It might have been love,

But all I know is that it worked.

It took some time for us to,

Realize what we had;

Practically two years.

But it was so worth it.

I still remember,

The feelings of our first date,

When you were finally mine.

The butterflies,

The queasiness,

Hearing your pounding heart inside your head.

It was the best feeling ever.

I always felt instantly connected to you.

No matter if you had someone,

Or I had someone.

We always thought of each other,

In ways friends shouldn’t have.

You’re my longest crush.

It lasted before we dated,

While we dated,

And after we dated.


You were the first kiss,

That still matters to me today.

I was so excited,

I was surprised I didn’t jump up and down,

And scream to the world of my joy.

Joy that you gave me.

You’ve always given me joy.

Of course, you’ve given me sorrow too.

But sorrow is nothing compared to the joy,

I feel when I see you.

Your blue eyes,

The way your eyes turn upward,

And crinkle when you smile,

Your strong arms that make me feel,

Like nothing in the world can harm me,

When you wrap them around me.

I love that.

I miss that.

You’re not mine anymore.

I always wonder if you will ever be again.

It hurts me every time I see you,

Knowing that you’re not mine,

Not anymore.

Our time in this town is almost up.

We are getting ready for the next phase in our lives.

And I don’t know if I can do it,

Without your shining smile.

It’s a big step ahead in life,

And you’re holding me back.

Too bad I’m not holding you back too.

I wonder if we’ll keep in touch,

Once we leave this town.

I still remember when we first met,

How I felt,

How I feel now.

And I’m dreading the day we finally say goodbye.

I don’t want to remember that day,

For years to come,

Like I know I will,

Of the first time we kissed.

I hope,

I wish,

I dream,

I live,

I jump,

I fall,

I drown,

I leave,

I miss,


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