Tiffanie Amber

With my final spring break looming around the corner, I've come to realize how many lasts there are.  I straightened my hair. I put on makeup and my dress clothes this past Wednesday. I walked around campus with confidence. It was my final presentation. Not final as in finals. But final as in the last presentation that I'll be giving as a college student.  *I have to present my research paper to the board in May but I'm not counting that (haha) It's been hitting me more and more lately. But it wasn't until Wednesday when I was walking up to the library and looked around that it truly hit me. In less than 60 days, this is all over with.  I'll no longer be a competing student, I'll be a competing employee.  I chose to study PR when I was a freshman in college after taking a quiz and being in awe of Olivia Pope from Scandal. Ever since then, I've been so unsure about how I'd be in the field besides the fact that I love it.  During...

These past couple weeks have been eye opening. My cousin/godfather has been in the ICU twice in the past two weeks, with no known reason with what's wrong. The outcome isn't the best news but it isn't the worst either. He's going to be okay right now and that's what matters, This brings me back to four years ago when his dad, my uncle, was sick. Slowly losing every part of him that I had grown up knowing. He was forgetting everything. Once he began the forgetting process, I made the naive decision of not seeing him that way. To try and remember him for who he was while I was little. Looking back on this, I see that as a dumb teenage way out. When the doctors gave him a certain number of weeks left, my family went to visit him while I had to work. I kick myself by feeling like I should have called off that day, it would have been okay to miss that one day of work. But, I was 18 and stupid and there's no going back. I have my memories of him and those are wh...