Millennials

Millennials.

The caption under the picture on Wikipedia reads "Millennials, who are digitally native, generally enjoy living and working in urban areas." The picture is of people waiting near, what seems to be, a train station. They are all looking at their phones.
>insert 'laughing face with two tears' emoji.<
Seriously, because I don't know how to use emojis on blog posts.

At best, Millennials take great pictures of their food? At worst, they're entitled and narcissistic.
What's narcissistic about writing blog post after blog post about your life and your feelings? I mean, what about me? It's important.

I never considered myself a Millennial, but it turns out, I am. Classically.

I had a surprisingly tough time at college my first year. I was aggressively homesick and all that night before, last minute effort in high school that was rewarded with a spot in the top 30 of my class, was very unhelpful in a college setting.
After my first semester when I went on academic probation, I thought about never going back...I mean, I failed. Who were these people at this "prestigious institution" telling me that I was no longer a good student, a failure. I had no grit. I wasn't sure I had what it took. All my classmates from high school who were at A&M were thriving.
In January, I begrudgingly left my family and went back to school. I was enrolled in 'succeeding at college' and began the long dig out of scholastic probation.
Despite eventually doing much better academically and making new friends, I still battled the homesickness for almost 3 years...constantly at war with myself for acting like such a child when, apparently, I was missing "the best years of my life."


Now with all my acquired grit, accomplishment, and the confidence and wisdom that naturally come with each new decade, I discovered this:

i changed my major and stayed in the "science" area...just the softest science not considered science by real scientists

That's right. My father emailed his daughter's intro to Biology professor to explain and make excuses for her shitty performance in their class. #ClassicMillennial

My Mom brought over a folder of things my Dad had printed off and saved in folders through the years. Among the papers were a raving report to my Mom in 5th grade saying that I was an above average student, a detailed record of my swim event meet times, rosters of every team I've ever belonged to (including T-Ball in Oklahoma when I was 6), and then a slew of printed emails from when I went away to college.

There is a response email and I can't even show it because it is so embarrassing. I'm sure my prof did the biggest eye roll, ever. I don't even remember anything about that class, except I knew I wasn't studying like I should.

Here are a couple of more because if I am in fact a Millennial, I might as well...

the email that sparked the idea to email prof. Boellstorff. also I had never made less than a B at this point in life. 

This is my favorite:

Name brand cinnamon graham crackers?! Bitch, please... bake me some muffins?! Bitch please!!! Learning about student aid AFTER enrolling in college...awesome. How entitled was I?! Like, surprise! College costs money that you might not have...wait, do we have it? You don't have extra thousands of dollars lying around anywhere?!


#dumb



I hope that I do not still act like the entitled Millennial that I am. I wish my Dad were still here to discuss this because I think we'd have a pretty good laugh about it all. Why he put together these specific things in a folder is beyond my compehension, but it was entertaining to go through.
#helicopter