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.