You're scared, I know.
Or at least, you're unsure.
And everyone tells you you should
Be unsteady and insecure.
They say that it'll be hard.
They say it will change you forever.
And that there's no way of avoiding it
No matter how smart or clever.
But the thing about scare tactics
Is they just plain don't work
And the way you handle this thing
Isn't like him or her.
You've got your own struggle
And your own piece of cake.
So to handle it like they did,
Is a solution that's fake.
So maybe you need an extra hour
Of sleep.
Or maybe your test score relates to
How many friends you keep.
Maybe you work best
Under pressure.
Or maybe it's order
That gives you true pleasure.
The advice that I'll give you is just
To be true.
And to do whatever the Hell
Helps you be you.
To ask for help if needed
And sometimes to struggle through.
To learn to know yourself
Through and through.
So maybe Friday nights a party.
Or maybe it's a book.
De-stress with some TV
Or learn how to cook.
And never worry about when someone says
How long that assignment took.
Because for you it may be shorter
Or take a few extra looks.
And don't you worry about what THEY got
On that test.
So long as you're working hard
To do YOUR best.
Don't say "He did it."
Dont think "She seems ahead."
That type of thinking will just
Fester in your head.
Because you've got what it takes
Or you wouldn't be here.
Though we all joke about it,
A few things are clear:
You aren't just lucky.
You did a few things right.
You showed them your stuff,
Put up a **** good fight.
So you've earned your place.
And no one can take it.
And I have no doubts in my mind
That you ALL can make it.
So maybe it will be hard,
And you'll probably change.
But never expect it to be like us
Because nothing is ever quite the same.
And you get to decide what tests you
And what your biggest enemies are.
Because living someone else's life
Won't get you very far.
But we're here for a few things,
Only one is this advice.
The others are the hard days
And the endless nights.
We're here for the heartbreak
And the tears that may fall
Though remember that we're also
Here for the happy phone calls.
We want to help pick you up
When you think that you're beat.
Because once you stand back up,
There's no way you won't succeed.
So maybe these words
Have been little use.
And maybe my generalities
Are a little obtuse.
But keep in mind
That my ears don't speak in rhyme.
And I promise you they at least
Have always got time.
I'm a call or text away
And I'm not the only one.
You've already got a family here,
And you've only just begun.
I wrote this for a group of college freshmen entering the pre-med program I was a part of. Only a couple of them read it.