Dear Future Me
Dear Future Me,
If you’re reading this, it means you survived four years at Longwood. Right now I’m just getting started, and honestly, I’m nervous, but also kind of excited. It has been years since I was in college, and I have forgotten all the rules of writing a research paper, using APA, or MLA. Hopefully, by now, you’re on the path to being a forensic accountant. Maybe you’re with the FBI or IRS… or maybe you decided to go after running a bank, or running your business. Who knows.
I really hope you made it through all those hard classes. Accounting isn’t exactly easy, and I want you to prove to yourself that you could do it. Hopefully, you landed at least one good internship—maybe with a government office or a bank—just so you could see what the real work feels like. I also hope you figured out how to manage your time better (because right now that’s not my strength, let’s be real).
I hope you got involved, joined a club or two, and found people you vibe with. Maybe you even tried out a leadership role, if you could squeeze in the time, because it would be good for you. I want you to have gone to events, met people, and made long-lasting friends. Dont be afraid to raise your hand and answer your Professor’s question, even if you get it wrong. Hopefully, you found mentors who pushed you a little further than you thought you could go.
But I don’t want you to only think about grades. I want you to have fun too. Go to games, laugh with friends, walk the High Bridge, maybe just hang outside and enjoy being in the moment. These years should be more than stress and late nights.
More than anything, I hope you’re proud of yourself. I want you to feel stronger and more confident than I feel right now. Even if stuff turned out differently than you pictured, I hope you kept moving forward and stayed true to yourself.
So… did you make it? Are you with the FBI, the IRS, or already running your own thing?
– Me, at the start
