With Love (Freshmen)
Online Extra
Issue date: 10/19/09 Section: Opinion
Dear Freshmen
I know, it's been a couple of weeks so you may think you have this whole "Miami" thing down.
But here's the truth - we can still spot you all from a mile away. To start, you probably didn't even realize this letter was addressed to you as I didn't use the proper "first-year" verbiage. My apologies.
I know, I know, you've tried to cut back on your oh-so-obvious 'freshmen tendencies." You've done such a good job of downsizing your Saturday night going-out groups from 17 to 11.
Some of you have even learned that going Uptown at 11:30 pm, although past your high school bedtime, is usually when the rest of the campus is still at an annex house.
Don't even get me started on the number of you still wearing t-shirts, jeans and flip-flops Uptown. It's just not acceptable, here at our classy, snooty Miami.
And to all of you freshmen boys, since you clearly haven't gotten it yet, the pick up lines that you've watched over and over again in the movies really don't work.
Newsflash: Stadium is not the only bar in existence.
But honestly, half of you are still wearing your lanyards around your neck while the other half (thankfully) put them in their pockets, thinking they're virtually unnoticeable. This, unfortunately, is not the case.
We can keep this just between us but how many of you went to the first football game thinking that we may just win? Some of you probably still don't know about our amazing hockey team…
And this is the LAST time I will tell you, YES, you can use your meal plan at King Café and NO, King does not take Starbucks gift cards. Please, tell all your friends so they'll stop asking.
By the way, although you may have once been the valedictorian of your high school class, you're not here. So, in reality, you, raising your hand for the 32nd time to give your overanalyzed answer on how to properly pronounce the imperative form of a French verb at 9 am on a Friday morning really just irritates the rest of the class rather than impressing us.
And don't raise your hand for a 33rd time to ask the professor to go to the bathroom … just go!
Lastly, when you quickly scurry, in horror, past the seal after coming close to walking right down the middle of it, a part of all of us laughs deep down inside.
But this is where I will be really honest with each and every one of you. As you struggle through your first year, flunk your first exam, eat your first late-night bagel at Bagel and Deli, discover the 1809 Room, fight (no, literally fight) for space at King Library during midterm and finals week, spread the powdered sugar off your first toasted roll onto all of your rugs only to get in an argument with your roommate about it the next morning, meet a professor or peer that inspires you and wince as people scream "freshmen" at you every Friday night, keep one thing in the back of your mind:
We are all jealous of you.
As our clock keeps ticking it seems that yours has just begun. We were once in the exact spot you are now.
Just do us all a favor and make sure to live it up as much as we have.
With Love
Amanda Seitz
I know, it's been a couple of weeks so you may think you have this whole "Miami" thing down.
But here's the truth - we can still spot you all from a mile away. To start, you probably didn't even realize this letter was addressed to you as I didn't use the proper "first-year" verbiage. My apologies.
I know, I know, you've tried to cut back on your oh-so-obvious 'freshmen tendencies." You've done such a good job of downsizing your Saturday night going-out groups from 17 to 11.
Some of you have even learned that going Uptown at 11:30 pm, although past your high school bedtime, is usually when the rest of the campus is still at an annex house.
Don't even get me started on the number of you still wearing t-shirts, jeans and flip-flops Uptown. It's just not acceptable, here at our classy, snooty Miami.
And to all of you freshmen boys, since you clearly haven't gotten it yet, the pick up lines that you've watched over and over again in the movies really don't work.
Newsflash: Stadium is not the only bar in existence.
But honestly, half of you are still wearing your lanyards around your neck while the other half (thankfully) put them in their pockets, thinking they're virtually unnoticeable. This, unfortunately, is not the case.
We can keep this just between us but how many of you went to the first football game thinking that we may just win? Some of you probably still don't know about our amazing hockey team…
And this is the LAST time I will tell you, YES, you can use your meal plan at King Café and NO, King does not take Starbucks gift cards. Please, tell all your friends so they'll stop asking.
By the way, although you may have once been the valedictorian of your high school class, you're not here. So, in reality, you, raising your hand for the 32nd time to give your overanalyzed answer on how to properly pronounce the imperative form of a French verb at 9 am on a Friday morning really just irritates the rest of the class rather than impressing us.
And don't raise your hand for a 33rd time to ask the professor to go to the bathroom … just go!
Lastly, when you quickly scurry, in horror, past the seal after coming close to walking right down the middle of it, a part of all of us laughs deep down inside.
But this is where I will be really honest with each and every one of you. As you struggle through your first year, flunk your first exam, eat your first late-night bagel at Bagel and Deli, discover the 1809 Room, fight (no, literally fight) for space at King Library during midterm and finals week, spread the powdered sugar off your first toasted roll onto all of your rugs only to get in an argument with your roommate about it the next morning, meet a professor or peer that inspires you and wince as people scream "freshmen" at you every Friday night, keep one thing in the back of your mind:
We are all jealous of you.
As our clock keeps ticking it seems that yours has just begun. We were once in the exact spot you are now.
Just do us all a favor and make sure to live it up as much as we have.
With Love
Amanda Seitz
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