All posts tagged: Friends

Swallowing Criticism With Pride

Originally posted on MiddleMe:
It is not easy to graciously accept constructive criticism. Many people struggle with receiving feedback even it’s completely accurate. For some as soon as the words critique are mentioned, their minds begin to race searching for an explanation for the seeming assault on their person. And they look for an angry reply to rationalize their actions in question. Regrettably, in the heat of such moments, you may react with anger and defensiveness or—yet worse—end up attacking the person giving you the feedback. But truth be told, you’ve got to get over it. There is value in receiving constructive criticism—it helps you identify areas of improvement and your weaknesses. Therefore being able calmly and professionally to handle it will help you in maintaining relationships and in flourishing in everything you do. To help you learn to shy away from the defensive, here are steps to help you tactfully handle the encounter with grace the next time your manager or peer offers you constructive criticism. Check Your First Reaction From the first sign…

Havana Nights

Originally posted on Joanna Lea Hudson:
always making new friends 😛 Happy New Year to all!! I went to Havana, Cuba with friends to ring in the New Year and I’m so happy I went! We had a really great group (very different from the solo travel I’ve done this year) but it’s always fun when you have a good crowd around you that’s enthusiastic about the same things as you. Havana was very inviting… we actually hired a driver for our stay which I definitely recommend doing. Ricardo made everything so simple and we kind of bonded with him. One night we realized one of our friends wasn’t actually in the car when we got to our next destination and our driver was so scared but we found her. haha. After that we joked with him about “counting all the chickens” when we got in the taxi. He was even nice enough to invite us over for New Year’s Eve celebrations with his family. Part of the celebration included teaching us dances and at…

Driver/Passenger

Originally posted on Maggie Grace:
I was a little late to get my driver’s license, waiting until the summer before college. A mean instructor the previous December had made me cry and I avoided driving lessons for months until I realized there wouldn’t really be a better time to do this. I had spent the last two years of high school taking the bus home from school and being driven around town by my friends. I love the passenger seat of a car. All those used Honda Civics and Toyota RAV4s  (and one 1992 BMW) blend together now, but I loved the sound of a car pulling into my parents drive way. I loved climbing into the passenger seat as my friend shoved all her bags and receipts and water bottles into the back to make room for me. I loved not worrying about whether we were taking the fastest route or whether there would be a good parking spot close to Panera. Eventually I got my license and brought my grandfather’s old Chevy Prizm…

Millennial Problems: I’m Jealous of My Friends

Originally posted on One Millennial Girl:
I know I’m not the only person in the world who has been jealous of someone else. We all experience jealousy on different levels, but have you ever been jealous of your friends? Yes I love my friends and I want the best for them, but I have also envied them to the point where it became unhealthy. When I say unhealthy I mean that I have been so jealous of my friends that it has caused me to fall into a depression. It’s not that I want to be like them; at times I have envied their success, the relationships they have, and their skills and abilities. When my friend went off to live in Costa Rica a few years ago, I began to feel a little twinge of jealousy. It wasn’t bad enough that I was stuck in college on the five-year plan and she had already graduated, but now she was about to go have the experience of a lifetime while I was stuck in Carrollton,…

The College Years: Navigating Frat Parties, Relationships, and Studies

Originally posted on Nina Navigating Life :
“College will be the best four years of your life.” – Everyone Not to sound like everyone else, but college actually was the best four years of my life. High school was absolutely awful for me, as I’m sure many of you can relate to. I didn’t have that many friends, and the friends I did have were the root of many tears, drama, and anxiety. So when I moved into my freshman year dorm with my roommate and two suitemates who had no idea who I was, I was overjoyed. For some reason, the thought of not knowing anyone was actually comforting to me. Sure, it was scary at times, but I was so excited to have a clean slate. I always say that my freshman year was the most fun year of my life, but I would never want to do it again. And I can explain that statement to you in two words: FRAT PARTIES. Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. There were plenty of other fun things about that year,…

Drama Kings and Queens

Growing up, I never had the opportunity to watch many television series, despite some of them winning a number of Golden Globes and Emmy awards. I had a curfew to adhere to when I was growing up. Completion of school work and assignments at a certain time, helping out with household chores at a particular time, and watching television at an even more limited time! I used to have only an hour’s worth of TV time when I was growing up! My extended TV time came when technology became more advanced and everything became more accessible. Now, everything you want and/or need is really at your fingertips with a few taps on the keyboard and a few clicks on the mouse. One day, I found the solution to my troubles.

The Battle Between Quality & Quantity

Originally posted on Buitiful Confessions:
If I close my eyes tight enough, I can see back to that August night nearly nine years ago, when I sat with a group of my closest friends, hoping that the silence and our tear-filled eyes would keep us there in that very moment. We found out then that heavy hearts just don’t beat quietly, and when the silence broke, we did everything we could to bottle up all the last words that we said. Carrie Underwood was playing on repeat in the background, drowned out by the sound of desperate voices clinging onto our youth. And she says, ‘I don’t want this night to end, why does it have to end?’ We talked about all the ways we would keep in touch. We would write letters, send cards, mail each other care packages. We would have our own version of what the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants had. We calculated the miles between all of our colleges and mapped out the road trips we’d take. We made plans…