Let’s Extend The Olive Branch

Do you know what today is? No, it’s not just the CollegeCandy.com editor’s half birthday – it’s the International Day of Peace! A day where people around the globe come together to reflect on the world peace we (and all those Miss America contestants) yearn for.

In honor of this beautiful day, I started thinking about my own personal wars I’ve been fighting. I’ve held onto a lot of grudges in the past year and I think today is the perfect day to wave the white flag and let them all go. Because there is nothing more freeing than peace.

I’m ready to call a cease-fire and here are a few of my former enemies I’ll be burying the hatchet with today:

The R.A. that stole my fifth of gin. I know I probably shouldn’t have been walking around with it in public. But it was so tiny and bite-sized and it packed such a big punch that I couldn’t bare to part with it. That is until you snatched it from me. I might have gotten a $50 fine, but at least I escaped alcohol poisoning that night. Peace and thank you.

The Professor that gave me a C- on a paper because I made the margins smaller than he specified. I’m sorry that in my eagerness to impress you with my in-depth analysis spilled over the page limit.  Not wanting to do away with any of my brilliance, I thought I could fool you by making the margins .25 inches.  You caught on to my charade, and I paid for my sins. Peace Prof. You taught me the importance of playing by the rules.

The girl who spilled her coffee all over my brand new bag in class. Sure, I had to hang-dry my three notebook’s worth of notes around my apartment. And, yeah, the $25 to dry clean my brand new messenger bag was sort of a drag. The fact that you didn’t apologize and actually blamed me for “putting my things so close to your Americano” was also kinda rude, but giving you the stink-eye every time I come to class is starting to give me a headache. You keep your coffee on your desk and I’ll keep my bag on my chair and we’ll be good to go.

The bouncer that confiscated my fake I.D. Yes, my doppelganger was about 17 years older than I actually was, but it was a valiant effort on my part and you were having none of it.  You cut it up right in front of my eyes (which are blue, not brown, another tip-off) but I forgive you.  It’s your job to destroy the bar-scene dreams of youngins like myself. I have made my peace.

The young man that nailed my left-behind undergarments to the wall of the fraternity lodge. Perhaps I should have taken more care when I fled from your room that morning, but you could have done the gentlemanly thing and returned my possessions to me. Public humiliation aside, at least I got a few more Facebook friend requests that week. Peace be with you, frat-star.

Who are you making peace with today?