Tag Archives: College

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1 May

Last Monday, I returned to Ogle-land to see and hear Dr. Weiss deliver the traditional Last Lecture of the year, which also happened to fall upon the year of her retirement.  Now, Dr. Weiss was the very first professor I met when I set foot on campus all those years ago.  I was a scared, sheltered girl, not really sure why she had chosen something so new when she was just fine where she was.  I’d walked into the student center, and subsequently stopped, lost and bewildered, when this tiny woman came around the corner.  She instantly took me under her wing, showing me where to go, what to do, and even letting me sit with her at lunch.  I later took Chaucer, where I learned to speak and read Middle English, and discovered that certain energy that Dr. Weiss brings to her classes.  She is passionate, excited about her subject, literally jumping up and down and times as though her words can’t be contained.

Such is the spirit I got to behold once more on Monday.  As I settled into the red fabric chair I felt myself settling back into the familiar role of student, reverting two and a half years to a role I thought I’d left behind.  It’s funny how easily the past comes back, even when you think you’re so far away from the person that you were.  I felt at home, however, really, really, really at home…like slipping on a nice pair of broken-in jeans, fresh from the drier.  And as Dr. Weiss began to speak, I was pleasantly reminded of days long gone, sitting in class on the top floor of the library, pen and paper in hand, books opened before me, quietly listening, trying to absorb everything.  Seems a lifetime ago.

I later ran into another beloved professor that night, too.  Dr. Taylor (whom I believe I’ve written about before) spent many hours with me, both in class and office hours, helping me mold my writing into something worth reading.  I was good before I took her class; I was amazing when I left Oglethorpe.  Her favorite pastime was to drag me, metaphorically kicking and screaming, into writing what she knew I would be good at.  In a way, all my Ogle-professors took turns, each pulling me along, trying to mold me into the kind of writer they knew I could be.  And now that I’ve long left the hallowed halls, the responsibility lies in my hands.  It is my duty to make them proud, to make something of myself and my writing, because they believed in me.  I can’t let them down.

I hope I can one day pay these wonderful professors back for everything they’ve given me.  The lessons they taught me, I take with me wherever I go.  They are amazing people, both personally and professionally, and I feel honored to have had the opportunity to learn from them.

Dr. Weiss…Dr. Taylor…Dr. Brightman…Dr. Shrikhande…they’ve given me everything I need.  And so much more.

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19 Aug

It has recently come to my attention that everyone around me is making goals. From Weight Watchers meetings (where they encourage it) to senior classrooms across the state (where they encourage it even more), it seems the average Atlantan’s life isn’t complete or even fully realized until one has some semblance of a goal, or even a far fetched plan or half-baked idea.

And really, what would our lives be without goals? That’s what got me through my college days and years, the goal of graduating and being finished with school and having a real life and that illustrious Bachelor of Arts degree. That giant diploma, the ability to jump headlong into any situation and wave people back, proclaiming in a loud voice that yes, I can handle this, I am a college graduate!

That day came and went, and I was left in the middle of the war zone that is the economy. Being an English major, I was never guaranteed a job upon graduation, and I knew and expected this. But being an English major and graduating into one of the worst economies in memory was enough to throw anyone into upheaval. I was lost without my goals. I was wandering, aimlessly, in the wilderness, trying to navigate and not doing a very good job at all.

Eventually, things settled down. My wide and varied list of goals has narrowed to something I believe is achievable. I remind myself of this list daily, and I know that one day, one way or another, I will achieve my goals. I read somewhere, recently, that you should write down a list of things you want to achieve. Read it aloud every morning and every night, and, by the power of positive thinking, at the end of six months you will have what is on your list.

I don’t know about that; I’m not really one to buy into all this new age positive thinking stuff. But they’re written down. I can see them, both literally and in my mind. The path is getting clearer every day. I finally have something to work toward, and that fact is what helps me rest easy at night.

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16 Jun

Since I graduated from college, big decisions have never come easily to me. There used to be a thousand things I wanted to do – all sounding either fun, or easy, or profitable, or perhaps an idea that let me get long vacations or summers off. It got so bad, recently, that I switched career ideas ever week, dozens of post-its littering my desk with half-baked ideas scribbled on them.

To give myself some credit, though, my usual snappy decision making probably shouldn’t be applied to something as big as a career choice – it’s not like I’m buying a pair of shoes that I can return if they’re too tight in the toes. This is real, real life even, and make the wrong move and you can be taken back to the beginning, do not pass Go, do not collect $200, even if it gives you blisters on your heels.

No pressure or anything.

But, finally, it’s settled. Grad school, lots of babysitting, and of course, lots of writing are combining to form my future. Hopefully one day after that there will be gainful employment of the writing variety. I’m confident. It’s going to work out, in some way or another, and I’m just glad I have a plan and an idea and something to work towards after a year and a half of waiting around. The world looked a little brighter today, and I felt like something heavy had been lifted off my shoulders.

Now, it’s time for more lists, permanent ones, and the GRE and letters from those who know me well and can sing my praises. Let’s hope this is the shoe that fits.

“Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world.”  ~Marilyn Monroe