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College Finals Survival Kit Idea: If I'm Your Mom or Mother-in-Law-to-Be, Don't Read This Post!

Each semester my kids have been in college, I've sent them survival kits for finals week.  Most of the time, I have just ordered the packages from the university, which advertises to the parents of the students.  This year, I learned that not all colleges offer those boxes of goodies.  What to do?  Design my own, of course!

Today I assembled "Finals Survival Kits," and in a moment of corny creativity, came up with a (hopefully cute) note to accompany the packages.

Update: I should have put tissue paper underneath the items to make the box look nicer.  I probably didn't need to tell you that, though. 


Here's what the note said:


When you’ve been wearing your GLASSES so much that you are at the end of your YO-YO rope, and feel like a BOUNCY-BALL bouncing off the walls, put down your PENCIL and POST-ITS, and take a SNACKS break!

 Good luck on your finals!  I’m sure you’ll do fine.  I’m so proud of you!

Love,

Mom

I found the glasses, (light-up!) yo-yo, and bouncy ball in Target's party favors aisle.  They came in packages of 4.  The mechanical pencils and post-its I already had on hand, and the candy, fruit bar, and granola bar were also from Target.  Everything fits in a small priority flat-rate shipping box. 

It's not much, but hopefully will bring smiles to my students' faces!

For another college survival kit idea, click this link.

Thankful thought:  Thanks for hard-working students everywhere!

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  1. Hey Kristi, I just founx this post by googling college survival kits! Thanks for the helpful suggestions!

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