My advice to you is...

I think that it's always easier to give advice than it is to actually except or follow good advice. But I'm going to attempt to give advice to my younger cohorts in the hopes that they will heed my advice and not make the same mistakes I did at their age. When I first attended LSU in the semesters between 2003 and 2006 I made so many mistakes that I'm not sure they'll all fit in this blog post. What was so hard about life back then? Why couldn't I just get it right? It's hard for me to understand now why I did things the way I did back then, but maybe it's because I didn't have someone sit me down and tell me the way things are. So here I go, life lessons:

1) Don't treat school assignments as though they are just assignments. Treat them as practice for real life because that's what they are. I don't know what we think we're doing in school. Do we think that the decades that we spend in school are merely to keep us busy until we get or adult jobs? Sometimes we forget to look at the big picture. When your teacher gives you an assignment and you get annoyed or frustrated because you can't understand what any of this has to do with real life, just think about it. (Or ask your teacher if it comes to it.) The presentation you have to give in front of the class is helping you with public speaking. The ever-annoying group project is teaching you collaboration and time management. That 10-page paper on the history of paperclips is teaching you the proper methods and importance of research. It may also be teaching you patience because how boring are paperclips!? No matter what the assignment is, do it to the best of your ability. Do it beyond expectations if you can. You paid to be here and you want to get the most you can from your time here.

2) Understand that the way you present yourself in class, to your peers and your teachers, is already building up (or breaking down) your reputation. A reputation isn't something that you'll magically acquire after you graduate. This is sort of a continuation of the first piece of advice. When you blow off assignments, don't show up for your group members during group projects, and are generally unreliable, this is part of a real reputation that you've cultivated for yourself. The industry that we've decided to go into is a small one. This means that chances are that the job you go for when you graduate may have some connection to someone you've already worked with/dealt with in your academic career. What this means for you if you're someone who has treated school as though it's something you can just coast through until you get your first job is that you're going to get a rude awakening when people in the professional world don't want to hire you. For example, I was recently asked by my boss about someone who was applying for a job. He was approaching me because he figured I knew this person because they said they were a graduate of the LSU Theatre Department and he also trusts my opinion. As soon as he read me the name, I said "Absolutely not." This was someone whom I had worked with on a group project and they had put forth 0 effort during rehearsal, sometimes didn't show up at all, and generally showed no interest in learning or improving. What you should take from this is that you should treat every interaction as though it will have some baring on your future. Because in all honesty, it might.

3) Get everything you can out of your college experience. Say "yes" to as many things as you can. Okay, so this one is kind of a tough one for me. I still think it's good advice, but I'd say that "as many things as you can" can be interpreted a couple of different ways. I don't mean overwhelm yourself so much that you are constantly on the verge or tears. (I've done that, it's not a great idea) What I mean is, college is an amazing opportunity to network, have experiences, and take once in a lifetime trips while you are still young and relatively free of bills and responsibilities. When you have an open schedule because you're a full time student, you shouldn't spend your free time sleeping or just watching TV. Get out there and do something! Join a club, get involved in a performance, or volunteer to help build a house. I've also taken some amazing trips while under the umbrella of academics here at LSU. I've gotten school credit for going to Scotland and the Sundance Film Festival. I've met amazing people and had once in a lifetime experiences that are much harder to come by once you leave school. When you're out of school and into your career full time, extravagant opportunities for travel and unique experiences just don't pop up that often. And when they do, you may find that you have the excuse of having "no time".

4) Try to do things little by little. The first time I went to college, I made the mistake of trying to get every assignment done in one sitting. Usually at the last minute too. And if I didn't have the time to finish a whole project, I would just get frustrated and not do it. It was overwhelming. College is so much work! But then I realized, if you just budget your time wisely, you can do a project bit by bit and have a more consistent final product. It also makes it easier to do a project in stages because you are able to make use of your "back burner" to passively work through any issues you may be having on a project and let the answers manifest themselves as needed. Like Dr. Fletcher says: How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.

5) Fail spectacularly. This advice is more for me than anyone. I know that this is a safe space to fail, but I'm so not okay with failing. I don't like feeling out of control in any given situation. And I never want to disappoint anyone. But this past week, I feel like I failed spectacularly at everything I tried to do. But a funny thing happened, I still woke up the next day. Life still went on and no one was furious at me for not being perfect. And I've identified why I failed and am actively trying to remedy it. Failing is good and necessary. Perfection is a myth, and a dangerous one.

This post is way more than 600 words. I've failed again.

Self-Worth

            Before I talk about my self worth and perception of my own abilities, I have two stories. The first is from high school. I had a best friend who was clinically depressed. She was incredibly insecure and was constantly calling herself fat, ugly, etc. This was a problem I had no idea how to fix, but I would always try to tell her that she was beautiful and worthwhile. But her perception of herself never changed. Unfortunately, what did change was the way she would insult herself. It evolved into a comparison with me. She would say that I was "prettier" than her, "smarter" than her, and on and on. This would of course lead me to say things like, "Oh no, but you're so much prettier!" I didn't notice what it was doing to me at the time. I actually didn't figure it out until we had a falling out years later. Very soon after we were no longer friends I felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I was confused at first, but then I realized why I felt that way. I had been trying to hold her up for years, tried to make her feel better, happier, make her love herself. It was exhausting and was taking a toll on my own self worth. Because I'd been trying to convince her for years that I wasn't "prettier" or "smarter", I had started to believe that I really was lesser than she. Once we were no longer friends, the haze subsided and I started to see myself, and that relationship, much more clearly. It's like that airplane announcement about putting on your breathing apparatus before helping a child. You can't help anyone if you're not secure in yourself first. In the end, you'll both go down.
             My other story happened years later, right before I went to Australia. I had decided that I wanted to do something bold with my life. I had fallen into a rut, felt like I was wasting my youth, and I desperately needed to get out and experience life on my own. Sure, we can say I was going to "find myself" like every self-help book you've ever read. The point was, I wanted to go exploring and be anonymous and free in another country. Well, my cousin decided at a certain point that she wanted to go too. I was not excited about this idea. Let me explain my cousin. I've never seen her make a declarative statement without instantly doubting herself. If you ask her what restaurant she wants to go to she'll collapse into a continuous feedback loop of saying the name of a restaurant then asking your opinion. If something bad happens to her, she'll blame anyone but herself and will take no positive steps toward remedying the situation. She once got 5 speeding tickets from the same police officer on the same stretch of road in the time span of only one month. When I asked her why she continued to speed she said that she forgets to check her speedometer and that cop needs to get a life! (By the way, I had this conversation with her while she was driving through that same area of road, while speeding, and she was pulled over while still on the phone with me. Yeah, same cop.) This is not the person I want to experience being in a foreign country for the first time with. I need someone I can rely on. Better yet, I need someone who is not completely reliant on me. She wanted to come with me, but took no steps on her own to make it happen. I suppose she expected that I would make all the plans and she would just tag along. Well, that was not going to work for me. I told her that it was fine if she wanted to come, but she would need to figure out how to get a passport, plane ticket, work VISA, etc. Honestly, if she could get those things accomplished BY HERSELF then I could trust that she could handle being in a foreign country and not be completely dependent on me. This was one of the first times I remember being completely selfish. I wasn't going to help her because ultimately that wasn't going to help either of us. We would both go down. My mom tried to make me feel guilty about it, but I didn't care. My first time in a foreign country was not going to be about helping my cousin through her first time in a foreign country.
                   So then it would seem that my self worth has changed radically from high school to now. I used to think that I was a slave to the emotions of others. I would tirelessly try to make everyone else happy at the expense of my own joy. But now I tell myself that I'm important and my time is precious. I waste very little of my time on people who are undeserving of it. If I sense that someone is a "crazy maker", I keep my distance. If someone I'm dating isn't making effort, or lies, or cheats then I show them the door. I do have my doubts sometimes about whether or not I'm doing the right thing for a project, or my career, or whatever, but I have faith in the universe and I have confidence in myself. If I stay positive, good things will happen, but if I slip into negativity the reverse will be true. Either way, I hold the power and I get to say which direction my life goes. And for better or worse things will unfold as they should.

Bugs in the Software

I have several bugs in my software. I think that the main one I have might be that sometimes I think that everyone has the same freedom and opportunities that I have. While it is true for a lot of people, there are millions of people out there who cannot help their situation. These are people who are in an extremely dangerous country, they are treated as second class citizens, stripped of their rights, or are even enslaved in some cases. It's very easy for me to improve my situation and to think positively about the world. And I think sometimes I take for granted that I have the freedom to take advantage of opportunities and do whatever I want to in life. I need to remember to be more thankful for the fact that I do live in a free country and, for all of it's faults, there is at least an attempt here to move toward a state of universal fairness.

Another bug in my software is that while I don't self-identify as being white, I feel guilty because I feel that I may consciously or unconsciously reap the benefits of being perceived as white. It's hard for me to know what specific moments in my life were made easier for me because of this fact, but I can say that I have rarely,  if ever, experienced racism personally. My ethnic history is a wide range, and I'm not even sure if I know the full extent, but the main ones I recall from conversations with my mother are French, Hispanic, Native American, Russian, German, Greek, Phillipino, Japanese, and European Jew. Because I have such an eclectic look I often think of myself as an "optical illusion". The Greek family from my hometown thought I was Greek, the Hispanic table I waited on yesterday thought I was Hispanic, the Egyptian lady at the store asks if I'm Egyptian, and on and on. The point being that I am whatever people want me to be. It makes people more comfortable when they can put you in a category, and it seems that they usually assume that I am whatever they are, hence the "illusion". For that reason, I fly under the radar and have never fully experienced what it is to be discriminated against based on race. It's actually hard for me to understand discrimination. I've had friends who have told me that they weren't allowed into clubs, didn't get jobs, were not allowed to move into a certain apartment, etc. because of their race. And I almost have this incredulous thought of ,"That's not really a thing. Racism doesn't exist anymore." I am constantly trying to rewire my brain to accept the fact that the world is not fair and that I should be aware of the injustices that abound.

The last bug in my software that I wanted to talk about is my tendency to believe that women are less able than men. It's ironic because I also happen to think of myself as a strong feminist. Fancy that. But sometimes when I need advice or when I need help opening that damn pickle jar I often defer to men. I feel incredibly guilty when I realize what I've done. When I walk past 3 girls at work to ask the guy at the back of the kitchen if he can help me lift a heavy item. When I call my mom to ask if dad's home yet because I have something I need to ask him. I don't always do it, but I know that I do it more than I should. It's been engrained in me by society that men are stronger or are more logical than their female counterparts. But I know that isn't true. I know that I'm much stronger and smarter than people think I am and I need to give other women the benefit of the doubt. I need to re-wire myself to not be as anti-woman as I know that I can sometimes be.

Short and Sweet and Synchronous

One of my favorite instances of synchronicity was when my sister and I landed the house that we currently live in. I was originally living in a really cheaply made apartment whose rent was steadily increasing. It got to the point where I was paying almost $900 a month for a pretty run down apartment. But it was a good location. And my sister, who had recently moved to Baton Rouge, had her own cheaply made apartment for a little while. But we quickly realized that we could pool our resources and find a much better place for cheaper. We started looking online for different rental opportunities, mostly houses, and we had our own sets of "must haves". I really wanted hardwood floors because not only are most carpets kind of ugly, but my cats have this really terrible habit of ripping at them and in some rare cases also decide to pee on them. I also very much needed a washer and dryer to be included. For my job I always have to have a clean uniform and so I do laundry constantly. My sisters wants were her own bathroom and a roomy kitchen. We looked at maybe 2 or 3 houses at first and they were okay. They would usually have about 75% of what we wanted, but there was always one thing or another that we just weren't into. We were a bit disheartened but we decided we weren't going to settle and to continue looking. And the very next house we looked at turned out to be perfect. I felt immediately comfortable when we drove up and I saw that the front door was teal. I don't know why but I thought, "This is it." We went inside and it was absolutely beautiful. The floors weren't hardwood (they were laminate) but they looked just as good as the real thing. The owners had taken really good care of it and all of the appliances were brand new. They'd also just redone the kitchen and built a deck outside. We could each have our own bathroom and they'd recently built a shower into the master bath. But it didn't have a washer and dryer. I was so disappointed because this place seemed to be exactly what we wanted. The owners asked what we thought and I mentioned the washer and dryer. Well as it turns out, he is a realtor who also dabbles at flipping houses and he has access to a washer and dryer that he was willing to deliver and install for us free of charge. My sister and I didn't even need to confer. We immediately asked them where to sign!

What I realize about this instance of "synchronicity" is that it needs to be a combination of faith, positive thinking, and literally asking for what you want. Because of the way my sister and I present ourselves, the owners really wanted to rent to us. For that reason they were willing to work with us on whatever we wanted. If I hadn't asked about the washer and dryer, would we have passed on the perfect house? I realize now that asking for what you want is probably the most powerful thing you can do in your life. Both with prayer and in dealing with people directly. After all, the worst they can say is "no".