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For the past two years Iâve been an editorial assistant at Teen Voices and during part of that time I was also a mentor in their journalism-mentoring program. I was âassignedâ a few teen girls and my role was to help them learn, master, and love the process of writing an in-depth article while also being that âbig sisâ who would be there for them to talk about anything ranging from the boys at school to the family issues at home. It isnât a big time commitment but it is a lot of work. It requires patience, good management skills, and you definitely have to love teen girl issuesâor at least be able to relate to them!
But this past semester I couldnât be a mentor, unfortunately, because of conflicts in my schedule. I would, however, see the girls every few weeks for a few minutes since I still volunteered once a week in the Teen Voices office. Because of the limited time that I was in the office, I couldnât really catch up with them on a regular basis and help them out as they were wrapping up their sophomore, junior and senior years of high school. Whatâs even more upsetting is that because Iâm graduating Iâll be moving back home. So unless I come back to the town I went to college in, I wonât get the chance to see them anytime soon.
With that being said, I decided to have a âmentee reunionâ on a Friday. I asked the girls to save a few hours of their Friday night for girl time with me. I told them I would meet them at Teen Voices, pick them up after their workshop session, and bring them to my apartment. They loved this idea and we were all excited to hangout. We watched (or rather talked through) Love Actually, baked cupcakes, ordered pizza, ate half-baked Ben and Jerryâs ice cream, and painted our nails like Vanessa Hudgensâ. At the end of the night, I let them choose two nail polishes from my stash and then walked them to the train station so they could get back home.
I walked back home and thought, âMan, Iâm going to miss those girls!â As much as I was their mentor to help them the semester before, theyâve definitely helped meâwhether they know it or not. Their smiles, laughter, and their willingness to open up to me makes me 1) happy that Iâm no longer a high school student and 2) happy that I was able to form a trusting relationship with them.
Itâs important to give back and to pay it forward. Whether I was a mentor for two semesters or five years, itâs good to show the girls that youâre not just their mentor, youâre also their friend, confider, and you really do honestly care about them and that youâll forever be a phone call away. Â Â Â Â