Well, this was definitely something strange to come back to. I did not expect at the time that I wrote my initial letter that I would have to take an extra year, change my major to social work, and start a career for the betterment of those who have suffered domestic and sexual violence.

My freshman self would be happy for me, yet confused as to why I abandoned the high-paying nursing field for something that does not carry nearly as much prestige or earning potential. But, she has always realized her own passion for doing good in the world, and I do not believe that she would be angry with me for my decision. I also think that my freshman self would be happy to know that I have stayed in touch with my friends from freshman year, although most have graduated; CJ, the leader of our group, was even briefly my boyfriend in junior year.

My freshman self would be pleased to know I have kept my youth. While I am a social work major and take my future career incredibly seriously, I still know how to have fun. I have spent my college years making great friends that will last a lifetime and frequenting Farmville’s hot spots, while also making a 3.74 GPA and Dean’s List almost every semester. Also, I have learned the importance of a work/life balance, and I have also seen exactly what happens when that balance is not present.

I wonder what went through freshman Ashlee’s mind when this was written. But truly, I know what she was thinking. Freshman Ashlee’s letter was a hopeful note for the future, born out of the naivete of youth and lack of experience. Looking back at this letter, I almost feel like an old lady compared to the 19-year-old that wrote it.

And finally, if I could reach back to my freshman self, I would tell her one thing. Yes: We are worthy. We worked hard and deserve every inch of that $40,000 piece of paper. We achieved great things you never even thought were possible back when this letter was written. Cogito, ergo sum.

We made it, Ashlee. We did good.

Completed November 6th, 2023.