Ten Tips from a College Grad to a High School Grad
Along with some words of affirmation from Curly Girl

Hello All! Hope this post finds everyone on a sunny and optimistic Tuesday morning!
Last week we chatted about summer's arrival and our ushering in this balmy and beautiful season with soap! At the end of this week, for Flagstaff high school grads, summer isn't approaching...IT'S HERE.
From all the girls at P.J. Chilcottage to all of you grads, we would like to extend the most joyous of CONGRATULATIONS!!! We know you've worked your little tushes off and are so proud of you!
All of us girls have been in your shoes and know that this can be an exciting but overwhelming time. As a recent college grad from NAU, I've walked in your shoes and am delighted to share a few words of wisdom that will (hopefully) help you enjoy the next four years to the full!
1. Make new friends, but keep the old.
One is silver and the other's gold!--(How many of you
just sang that with me?) Maybe you're rooming with your best bud or you have some high school friends to lean on during this transition--great! My advice is to bring some new faces into your crowd. Allow yourself to branch and find new friends. The friends you make now will
impact your life in awesome ways...if you let yourself make 'em.
2. Cook with new friends!

When new relationships are formed...nurture them! How? FOOD of course! Cook together. Designate a special night of the week for dinners. Pool your money, shop together, put on your favorite jams and eat and eat! (There's nothing more comforting than a homemade meal.)
3. Take a PE class for credit.
This one seems appropriate to follow the community cooking tip. ;-) Seriously. DO THIS. If you're like me and have absolutely no self discipline, the required attendance will give you the motivation you can't muster on your own. Plus they're fun and stress relieving. Try Zumba. The rhythm WILL get you!
4. Take your time finding your major.

You're paying good money for this degree! Make it one you LOVE. If you're undecided, don't force it. Try your hand at a variety of different entry level courses. You might find a passion you never knew you had.
5. Get a job.

I know. Being a student is your job. But sooner or later it's time to put the big girl pants on. Even if you work just a few hours between classes, you'll have fun money for the weekends with all your new friends, meet new people, and learn valuable life skills.
6. Explore your new habitat!

Go adventuring! Try the restaurants, window shop downtown, jog the urban trails, bike through neighborhoods. Becoming a part of the community outside campus will slowly help you adjust and feel more like a local.
7. Get a bike and ride it.
Even if you need to thrift one and tune it up, this is a worthy investment. It'll become your best friend. So name it, put bike bells and streamers on it, and cruise away. It'll cut walking and town traffic time in half all while toning your glutes and quads. Um, yes please.
8. Cozy up the joint!

For us nesters this one goes without saying, but home should be your safe place of refuge. Decorate it with things that make you happy. De-dungeon your dorm with pillows, blankies, wall art, and lots of photos.
9. Call your mama!

I'm not sure how, but moving out often magically transforms mom into this whole other person. She the first person you call after a tough exam, and you know whatever she says is going to be wise and comforting. Tell her you appreciate her. Savor her home cooked meals this summer, and program her as your #1 speed dial.
10. Know that it's going be hard, but it's going
to get better.

Honestly, there's no formula to having the perfect Freshman year. Leaving home and all you know is hard, but take joy in the little things and keep pressing forward. Every semester gets a little easier, and you start to feel more and more like the person you're going to be. Take curly girl's advice, get a really cute helmet and spoil yourself with a manicure.
Congrats class of 2011.
Go shine your little light on the world. :)
Love,
Lizzy & The Girls at P.J. Chilcottage.