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Movie Mantra

We recognize that every transfer students' experience is different, however, we know that many transfers face some of the same challenges as they transition into the university. This blog was created for transfers by transfers to share TIPS and insight on having the best semester you can at Texas A&M University.
    Posted on Monday, Dec 12, 2016
    Courtesy of The Help and my momma, this is the line that always runs through my head when something isn’t going as I had planned. It doesn’t fix everything, but it’s usually enough to give me a little smile, make me take a breath, and carry on. I think what I found to be more helpful was to just have a positive voice of affirmation in the back of your mind. For me, that’s my momma, and “You is kind. You is smart. You is important.” just happens to be one of the goofy things she says.

    There is so much pressure put on our generation to have it all figured out by the time we’re 22. Nothing but the best is acceptable. We constantly have to be pushing the limits of what we know. That’s not in and of itself inherently bad, but the non-stop rushing leads us to forget the beauty of simplicity. We look past injustices. We’re trained to identify the path leading towards greatest profit and press on regardless of the costs. The world is our stage and rest assured, we are always performing. It’s exhausting.

    Over Thanksgiving break, I drove to Alabama. On my drive, I passed my dad’s house in Louisiana and my childhood home in Mississippi. I was very familiar with that part of the south. It all reminded me of home and comfort. The drive was a welcomed break from the demands of college. I didn’t feel like the struggling student frantically trying to figure out my life. I was cruising down memory lane as the dorky six year old girl counting the trucks that drove past.

    It pays to remember childhood and the simplicity it held, when our momma’s words and kisses were enough to heal any wound.  

    Keep momma in the back of your mind.

    by Katie Fitzpatrick, College of Architecture
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