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Shelley Eang
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An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.


We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

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This weekend has many many meanings to me. I experienced high’s and low’s.. stressed but I ended my weekend on a good solid note. Here’s a reminder of what I did over the weekend. Saturday: I ate at OCB with Hunn’s family, went to Best Buy, went to look at cars, baked a cake for 5 hours, and hung with kevin and jenn afterwards. Sunday: Got aunties cake, went home to shower and prep, went to Angela’s surprise party, went to Aunties “surprise” thing, watched Neighbors. 

Within this weekend, I felt excluded.. left out.. like I don’t belong.. like I’ve grown up and found that my “possy”, or whatever they call it now, aren’t my fitted surroundings.. or my “cup of tea”. I put on an act and I still gave it another try.. said I will do things in hopes that things would go back to normal and hopefully I would feel what I once felt. But you know what? The only thing stopping me, is me. I honestly don’t feel like I belong.. I feel excluded, I feel hurt yet Im growing over it and I honestly don’t care much anymore. The things that would’ve caused me to make a fit, actually aren’t anymore. The things I would’ve cared about… isn’t a problem anymore. Surprisingly… 

On the other side note, I learned a lot over the weekend. I learned that others too have insecurities, that I will not only hurt myself yet also others… but I think the most important of all, is to show my feelings. If I am mad, I’ll show it (to some extent)… If I’m stressed… Ill show it. If Im happy, Ill smile. This weekend, I could obviously tell between my fake and my real smiles..but why do I have to fake such a precious muscle movement?  

I remember the drastic switch between the emptiness of unspoken words, to independency with a touch of intellectual companionship. 

"People wouldn’t go out that far for someone else if they didn’t care" 

Yes I agree. And as uncaring and rude as I may sound, I think I need to stop. I need to stop going so far for something that wouldn’t benefit me or us together. I want to put an end to this because its over, and I don’t like dreading these thoughts. 

I believe I have more potential, more to life… than to sit around, dream about the what if’s, and gossip life away.. There are more important things to life that I have yet to discover..  as I enter UW, my adventure will soon begin. Im not becoming a different person because of UW, Im different because I have a different mindset and different goals to attain.


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Every day I struggle between “I wanna look good naked” and “treat yo self.”

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