Just Some Ramblings

In just a few days, I start my first semester as a grad student at Rowan University. Just the anticipation made me think about how different I am now, then when I started college back in 2005.

I graduated high school in 2005 and went straight into college. No breaks. Not even one semester because I knew — I just knew — that if I didn’t do it then, I wouldn’t do it at all. But this post isn’t all about how I sat in classrooms wondering how anybody understood a single thing on the page.

No… this is about all the silly things.

All through high school and some of college while my friends were in the area, we would go to the diner (any diner really) around 11:00pm and then stay there eating french fries, cheeseburgers, and ice cream until about 4:00 am. I have so many fond memories of that. Sometimes, 10 of us went out, sometimes just 3 of us — but we always had a great time.

When my sister and I were both in college, we changed my mother’s ringtones. Audrey’s said “Hiiiii, it’s me. Please send money, thanks, byyyyyye!” and mine said, “Don’t give Audrey any more money, please send food. Thanks, byyyyeeee!” Don’t look at me like that, Audrey lived half an hour away. I lived 9 hours away.

At the ripe age of 23, I pretended to be a dinosaur all day just because I didn’t want to vacuum, I was a ninja the day after (because you can’t see ninjas), and a psychic after that (I see… I see myself… remaining on the couch… doing… nothing…).

One time, after getting off the phone with the president of the gaming club at WCSU, I called him right back by accident and said “Mommy!” “Jess?” “Josh? You’re not my mommy…” “No… no, I’m not…”

Of course, there was that one time I had a 5 day weekend between canceled classes, vacation days, and the weekend, so I made the executive decision to come home by train and didn’t call my mother until I was en route.

In Vermont, the best way to get back to campus was to go up hill. My roommate and I walked into town to get dinner and were caught in a monsoon half way up the hill. My purse was like a bucket and everything in it was ruined. My phone included.

My sister and I once spent a day making dwarf jokes (Does this beard make me look fat?).

My point is not to recount my great memories throughout the years but to make a point: That’s all helped shape who I am now. Yes, even being a dinosaur all day. Especially being a dinosaur all day. Where once I thought it was great to stay out all night, hit on the servers, talk about attractive guys behind their backs, and change my mother’s ringtones without her knowledge — alright that one’s still funny — I’ve grown up. I actually go to bed at a reasonable time now and I make time during the day to see my friends. I don’t hit on waitstaff any more because it’s rude. And if I think a guy is attractive, I walk right up to him, remind myself already I have a loving boyfriend, and walk away, because I don’t need that.

But I love that I didn’t leave my goofy side behind me. It’s still here, it’ just not out all the time. And it’s nice to notice a change in myself.

On a side note: Who wants to create my mother’s next ringtone? Come on people! Group effort!


By J. M. Tuckerman

J.M.Tuckerman is a neurodivergent writer with a big education. She holds an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults, an MA in Writing, and a BA in Writing Arts (specializing in Creative Writing, New Media Writing, and Publication; concentrating in New Media Production), which she somehow managed to earn despite her three very loud and large dogs. Jessica was lucky enough to intern at Quirk Books and Picador, USA while earning her master’s degrees. Her service dog, Ringo, is very proud of all that she has accomplished and hopes to be on a back cover of a published book with her very soon. An avid reader, writer, and lover of young adult and middle-grade literature, Jessica’s bookshelf is overflowing with hardbacks, paperbacks, and a million half-filled notebooks. She is a proud fur-mommy to two lab/st-bernard littermates, a retriever-mix service dog, and one orange little hobgoblin cat, all of whom have made very audible appearances on the Booked All Night podcast.

1 comment

  1. Good day! This post could not be written any better!
    Reading through this post reminds me of my old room mate!

    He always kept chatting about this. I will forward this write-up to him.

    Fairly certain he will have a good read. Thanks for sharing!


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