a love letter to first gen students.
being first-gen is a beautiful paradox. one that is seldom cherished yet constantly delivers, exponentially so.
although I may not know your exact story, I am glad that you are here. not because i fully understand you, but because there are similarities within us first generation, high achieving students, that forge collective bonds stronger than I can convey.
the main one being, if I dare say, the beauty of not knowing.
of not knowing what to expect from a process that is second nature to the majority.
like,
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how was I supposed to know about shower shoes, dorm ethics, and financial literacy, had I not had the luxury of having tools like these?
yet, like many of us, I found joy in the process. in the beautifully painful transition that occurs as you emerge into the light of insight, from the “shadows” of being the first person in your family to step foot on a college campus. not as a visitor. not as a prospect. but as an enrolled student. because that in it of it self is such a radical achievement that you should be incredibly proud of.
so. now that you are here. lets get you set up. for success. for a wonderful college experience that is gentle, nurturing, and challenging in the best ways possible. because like the moon,
you too can shine with the help of the hidden sun.
with love,
my beautiful entrapment
