What it means to be a YJ4L

First off, if you don’t go to BW, you probably have no idea what YJ4L stands for. But, if you do go to BW, you know all too well what these three letters and number stand for.

I fell in love with BW before I was even a student. When I think about the other universities I applied to, I kind of shake my head because in my heart, I know that nothing can compare to the love I’ve found at this small liberal arts school in Berea, Ohio. I love the campus, I love my friends, I love my sorority sisters, I love the memories, and I even love the all nighters during finals week. BW is everything I ever wanted out of a college experience.

YJ4L truly means Yellow Jackets for life. From the time you set foot onto the campus, to the time you take your last breath, BW will always hold a place in your heart. Whether you hate your college experience or love it, you’ll never forget what YJ4L stands for. It stands for excellence, community, academics, passion, and of course, BW spirit.

Being a YJ4L means giving to BW unconditionally. Give love, support, time- whatever you feel like giving. Because as students, BW has given us the world.



8 Things I miss about high school

The class of 2016 is getting ready to graduate, which will mark two years since I was a high school student.

Everything in high school happens so quickly. I never stopped to think about how much I would miss those four short years.

1. The mornings before school started.

School may have begun at 7:30, but we always got there around 7. Some of the best times I had were in that half hour before the day started.

2. The dances.

Spending hours getting ready for homecoming, going out to dinner, dancing the night away at prom, hanging out afterwards… Ah good times.

3. Football games.

Being in marching band forced me to go to all of the games, but I’m glad I did. Nothing beat the Friday night lights and school spirit.

4. Free textbooks.

Free. Textbooks. That is all.

5. How close your friends were.

In terms of proximity and love, these were your people. You may have developed a name for your friend group, you may have joined the same clubs or scheduled the same classes, but the point is: you were all attached at the hip.

6. Teammates.

You basically lived with this group of people during the season. They had your back on and off the field (or the pool) and you wouldn’t trade the world for them.

7. Coming home to your family, your pets, and real food.

Home provided many things. Parents to talk to, pets to cuddle with, and food that you actually wanted to eat. Beautiful.

8. Singing the alma mater.

Whether you were learning it on the first day of choir or singing it on the last day of your senior year, it’s something you’ll always treasure and never forget.

Tears may fall and memories fade, but friendships true will long remain…

The Internal Rhythm

Music is something that can simply not be avoided.
We hear it in the car, in the store, in movies, as we fall asleep.
We go to concerts, to shows, to parties.
We hear it in the bustle of the city, the raindrops, the wind, the silence…

We hear it in ourselves.
We all have a heart beat. Sometimes we choose to listen to this beat, sometimes we choose to shut it out.
We all have an internal rhythm within us.

Whether we choose to express it or choose to hide it, it is there. Music is the “universal language.” It is understood by all, it is not questioned, it is not challenged. It just is. There are few things in life like this.

Music should come from your heart. Don’t listen to it with your ears, don’t watch it through your eyes, don’t feel it through your hands. Live through it from your heart. The rest of the senses will follow naturally, for music is internal and eternal.

Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord.
Ephesians 5:19


Why sophomore year is the best and the worst.

Well first of all, you’re not a freshman anymore, so that’s pretty cool.

But… you also begin to realize that being a freshman wasn’t so bad after all. You had to take all of those unnecessary required core classes, but were those classes actually that challenging? You’ve moved on to 200, 300, and maybe even 400 level classes during sophomore year and you probably feel like you’re dying a little bit on the inside. If you don’t have this feeling, you’re probably doing something wrong (sorry, someone had to say it).

Sophomore year is also the time where you begin to question all life decisions. Did I pick the right major? Was the guac worth the extra $1.95? Why did I procrastinate? Which Netflix series should I watch next? I graduate in two years… oh my God. Sophomore year is a scary time. There is more expected out of you, there is more pressure, there is a lot of uncertainty going on.

But, sophomore year is also a golden year. You’ve met new people. You’ve probably met your life long friends. You’ve probably met your future bridesmaids. You know where to be (and where not to be) on the weekends. You actually (kind of) know what’s going on. Even though you are only two years away from “adulting,” you still have time to be young and have fun. You grow from the stress and you learn from the mistakes.

Sophomore year is awful. It is an awful, awful, awful dark time. But you take in all the madness and thrive. You finally start to find yourself. Keep on walking down the path.