Stop Asking Me When I’m Gonna Have Kids

Seriously, stop. It’s annoying. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t want them? Maybe I’m not trying to get knocked up?

Hello, I’m 21 years old, what the hell do I need a kid for? Continue reading

5 Things You Should Leave in 2015

In 2015 I turned 21. I quit sneaking into bars and arguing with bouncers about my address. In 2015 I graduated college. I quit calling myself a student and writing essays for money. In 2015 I got a real job. I quit sleeping ’till 2pm everyday. Continue reading

Why I Really Want to Move Out

I’m 21. I’ve moved out of my parents’ house twice now. Once when I left for college, and again a few months later. I had this idea in my head of what being independent meant. I wanted Continue reading

NO ONE PAID ME TO WRITE THIS BLOG, but they should have

Holy stinkin’ crap you guys. I’m writing this purely out of the kindness of my heart. I’ve got to give you a little background info before I tell you why I’m freaking out though. Continue reading

You might unfriend me after reading this

I’m apologizing in advance if this post offends you.

It’s about how a three-year-old girl completely changed my opinion on an extremely controversial political issue. Dead serious. I let a three-year-old, who isn’t even completely potty trained, change my political opinion. She’s very convincing.FullSizeRender

Rewind a few years. When I was about 16 or 17 years old, I decided that I was pro-choice. If I made a mistake as a teenager, I shouldn’t have to be punished for the next 18 years. I wasn’t even shy about it. I would openly discuss abortion and what I would do if I ever got pregnant. “I’d have an abortion. I have too much going for myself to let that ruin my life.” I was serious. I had a very strong opinion and I didn’t really care what anyone thought. I was in high school, I was a cheerleader. I wanted to go to college and make something of myself; I couldn’t let an accident ruin my future.

But then, something happened during my junior year of high school. My mom got pregnant. I think my initial reaction was to be angry. My three younger sisters and both my parents were squeezed into this tiny three bedroom house. Did we even have room for a baby? Make no mistake, this pregnancy wasn’t planned. The baby and I would have an 18 year age gap. I had friends who were pregnant. It was just weird. The baby was a huge inconvenience. At that point in time, I think I thought to myself, “Why doesn’t she just get an abortion?”

It took awhile for Baby (Yes, we still call our three year old Baby. She thinks that’s her name.) to change my mind on the whole “pro-life/pro-choice” argument. I was in the delivery room when she was born. At the beginning she was just a baby. Just a crying, pooping, drooling baby. She was really small and fragile and not very entertaining. I loved her, yes. But I still said that if it happened to me, I wouldn’t keep it.

Baby started to grow. She learned to walk and talk. She developed a sweet and goofy personality. She asked genuine questions because she was curious to know things.  I fell in love with her. I found myself saying things like “She’s like a tiny little person.” Which sounds dumb, because it’s true. She is a small person. But I never thought she would have so much personality at such a young age. Some nights she stays up late with me. She’ll play games on her iPad or chase around the dog. When I come home, she walks up and gives me a huge hug and says “Sammie!” in a cute excited little voice. I love it.

Today when I look at Baby, I can’t believe I ever even thought she was an inconvenience. I’m not super religious, so don’t think that’s what changed my perspective. I still believe that, under certain circumstances, a woman should have the right to choose. But I don’t think “I’m not ready,” or “I’m in college,” are good enough excuses. Baby has taught me not to be so selfish. Her life is more valuable than mine. I think “I’m too young,” and “We’re not married,” are selfish excuses to abort a child.

I have three other younger sisters. But it wasn’t until Baby, that my mind changed. It took me watching her grow to decide that abortion isn’t fair.

Maybe you think a fetus is “just a bundle of cells.” But to me, that bundle of cells has so much potential. Baby was just a bundle of cells and now she’s my entire world. So yes, a three-year-old completely changed my mind on the ever so sensitive topic of abortion. I’m Pro-Baby.

3 Justifications for Still Living at Home

I’m being so serious when I say don’t move out. DON’T DO IT. All I did was waste a bunch of money. I moved out of my parents’ house (twice). I also came back home (twice). I have no shame when it comes to saving money. First, I have to explain what happened when I moved out, so you can understand how I came to this decision and why I’m such a firm believer in staying home for as long as your parents will allow it.

Mistake No. 1: I was 18 and had just graduated high school. I wanted to live out my college dream. (Which was very short lived.) I moved into a dorm on campus with a randomly assigned roommate. We shared a tiny dorm room that had twin sized beds and awful lighting. It cost about $800 a month. It only took me three months to realize how incredibly stupid it was. I could easily afford a decent apartment (that didn’t include an inconsiderate roommate who would bring her male friends over while I was in a towel, and make me change behind a closet door) for $800 a month. So I broke my agreement with the university, and moved back home. My parents were ecstatic. (I was only 18, so it wasn’t awful or lame for me to live at home.)

 Mistake No. 2: I was 19 and had had it with the curfew and chores and I just wanted out! Pouty face* A friend and I decided to get an apartment together, we’d been hanging out a few months and I figured I knew her well enough. (I don’t advise this to anyone, it rarely works out) Anyway the first few months were fine. We had a nice apartment with a pool and gym access. We knew people who could get us alcohol so we basically had it made. Anyway, my roommate (she who must not be named) moved her boyfriend in, who I wasn’t very fond of. Anyway, I suggested he pay part of the rent since he was living with us. All hell broke loose. Apparently that request was absolutely absurd and how DARE I ask him to pay rent when he sometimes supplies beer?! Needless to say, that lease was also broken, the friendship was damaged, and I came back home, AGAIN.

Now, this second move back home, I realized I should’ve never left. And I wasn’t a loser for living at home, I was smart. Here’s why:

  1. No rent. I really started to appreciate the fact that I didn’t have to pay rent. All of my fellow classmates and old high school friends were getting married, pregnant and moving into apartments, and I was worry free. My parents eventually loosened up on my curfew, and honestly, they didn’t ask for very much out of me.
  2. Good food. I never really appreciated home cooked meals. But in my time away from home, I was a fast food junkie. I’m not much of a cook (Eligible bachelors reading this: I’m learning) and my mom is pretty traditional when it comes to feeding her family. So I quickly adjusted to home cooked dinners and having leftovers for lunch the next day.D697E61A-6BAE-42E8-836A-B6B42E40A3C6
  3. No roommates. This is debatable. I have 2 parents, a billion sisters and a dog so I technically had a couple roommates. But at least they couldn’t move people in or short me on rent. Plus I had 18 years of experience in putting up with annoyances.

Anyway, these are only three of the seriously good reasons to stay at home. Save your time, money and your sanity. Granted, if your parents are trying to kick you out, maybe you should go. But if they want maybe a couple hundred dollars in rent, you’re honestly better off forking it over than signing a lease elsewhere.

Why my college experience sucked

Okay, okay. It didn’t entirely suck. But it wasn’t the traditional college experience.
Unlike a lot of my classmates, I didn’t move away to college. I didn’t live on campus, or even in an apartment nearby. I didn’t join a sorority or an activist group. I’ve never done a keg stand or handed out flyers for an event. I basically missed out on a lot of the cool stuff. Here’s what I did get to do:

1. I got to avoid thousands of dollars in student debt. I know, I know. What’s cool about that? No one oFA5AED36-0B18-473F-A50E-6B35C12FD4BDwns me, that’s what. Granted, I have some credit card debt, and a car note. But nothing compared to the average student loan debt, which reached an all-time high of $30,000 in 2013. Yikes.

2. I got to graduate early. My mom was constantly on my ass about my classes. Btw, thanks mom, if you’re reading this. She was always like, “Why don’t you take a maymester at community college?” and “Why don’t you take a few summer classes to get ahead?” in a really nagging voice. I hated it. But now I’m SO GLAD she did it. I graduated a year early. Sure, I had to take some classes at a community college, and maybe that’s not cool to you. But I’d choose a $100 course over a $1,000 course any day.

3. I got to work two jobs. Seriously. It sucked so bad. I was a full-time student and, most weeks, a full-time employee. From waitressing to substituting to being a receptionist, I did it all. The upside is that employers are more likely to hire college grads who worked during school. I read that somewhere, don’t quote me. Anyway, I used that to my advantage in every interview I had post college graduation, and there were quite a few. Employers were always slightly impressed when I told them I worked two jobs while in school. It made me look determined.

So, yeah. I’m 21 and I’ve never been to a frat party or done a keg stand. I didn’t get to be on the NTDaily like I wanted. But I got a few stories published, thanks to some helpful professors of mine. Anyway, that’s not the point. Like I mentioned earlier in my post, I was a substitute teacher. I also interned at a high school my last semester at UNT. And you know what I heard that absolutely made me cringe?

“I’d rather drop out than go to X community college.”

“I’m just gonna get some loans so I can go to X university right after I graduate”

We’ve gotta stop giving universities all of our money. Stop digging yourself into these huge holes of student debt and start making sacrifices. Who cares if you go to community college for two years and then transfer? Your diploma says where you graduated from. That’s it. I don’t regret a thing.