Vocation Awareness Week – A Reflection on Callings and Life



Photo Circa October 2011



Yesterday in church, a visiting priest spoke to us about how this week is Vocation Awareness Week. It was perfect timing because I’ve been questioning everything lately.

Grad school is going well, but whether it’s because I’m only taking two classes a semester, or because a lot of the publishing material is the same as what I covered studying broadcasting, public relations, and general communications during my days as an undergraduate, I realized last week that I am profoundly bored. I know, I’m as horrified at the prospect as you are. Mostly, I can’t figure out what, aside from teacher insight, I’m getting out of the classes that I couldn’t get on my own. Graduate school isn’t worth it just for the degree and the name of the school on my resume.

When I was first earning my bachelor’s degree, I was convinced that the right school on my resume was my ticket to the Best Job Ever. After transferring to a smaller school and getting a better education there, I realized how ridiculous that idea was. It’s never been about the school name, it’s always been about what I can learn from the program. That’s why I chose Emerson College. It is supposed to be the best graduate publishing program in the country, taught by current professionals, and my ticket into the industry through networking.

I am enjoying my copyediting class, but that’s because the teacher makes it interesting, and the textbooks are a little dry for me to work through on my own. We also have to take overview classes in book, e-book, and magazine publishing. I was assigned to take magazine publishing this semester, and it is almost exactly the same as three different classes I had to take for my bachelor’s. The teacher is lovely, but the material is nothing new. We also have to do interviews with magazine professionals for this class, and for all of my googling/emailing/twittering/calling, I have yet to get a response from anyone I have reached out to. And the lack of interviews, even though I don’t have control over that, actually affects my grades, which is just terrible and makes me incredibly sad.

So, what am I getting out of graduate school? The truth is, I don’t know. My apartment lease is good through August, so I am going to keep at it for another semester and try to take more classes in book publishing specifically, but if it doesn’t get any more interesting then I don’t see the point in sinking myself into more student debt if I don’t need to.

I spoke to an associate editor back in September at the Boston Teen Author Fest, and while she has a master’s in publishing, she said that if she could go back and do it over, she wouldn’t. She would apply directly to internships instead and get involved in the industry that way. Because you can get as educated as you want, but at the end of the day, the industry is small and the only way in is to know people who will want to hire you. Every day that I’m bored with my classes I feel her advice more strongly.


If I choose not to stick with graduate school, the next question becomes, of course, whether I want to try for internships here in Boston, or in New York City? My parents live about 90-minutes from NYC, so moving back in with them would make it possible for me to work a part-time job locally and go into the city a couple days a week for an internship.

On the other hand, I love Boston. I feel at home here, and I rarely feel at home 5+ hours away from my parents. Maybe it’s because I have family nearby if I need them? My aunt, uncle, and cousin live here, and my great aunt and a slew of second cousins live just north of the city.

In 2015, I traveled to Portland, Oregon, for a public relations conference and fell in love with the city. My favorite parts were the lack of nightlife and the abundance of green space. It felt like coming home, except it was on the other side of the country. That’s what it felt like moving to Boston. There are parks everywhere here, and New England is almost as friendly as the Pacific Northwest. I have a profound desire to live within walking distance of bookstores, coffee shops, and museums, and I have that here in addition to a church I really like. This city is huge, but at the same time, it is incredibly small. There is a reason the Boston Marathon starts in another town. The entirety of Boston proper is maybe three miles by five miles, and the extended Boston Area is about ten miles by twelve miles. There is always something going on, and that drives my curiosity and my imagination constantly to new heights.

Moving back home requires me to give up all of the coffee shops, bookstores, museums, and my church, and moving near New York City would require me to give up all of my parks and outdoor space as well as my church community. I am at an impossible crossroads.


When the priest spoke about vocations yesterday, a couple things clicked in my mind. I started thinking about my life as it stands now, what I can and cannot live without, and what I can see myself doing for the rest of my life.

I’ve never really wanted to be a nun. In fact, until the spring of 2016, the only thing I definitely wanted out of my life was motherhood. I wanted to raise babies with the love of my life, teach them how to survive in this crazy world, and watch them fly. Admittedly, I went to college because I needed to do something and get a job to pay the bills until the day I got married and had babies and could be a stay-at-home mom, and also to have something to go back to after my babies were grown. But I didn’t love anything like I loved the idea of motherhood, and I think that is one of the primary reasons why I floundered so much during college. By the time I transferred schools at the end of 2012, I was completely lost and unsure if I would ever get married, let alone date, and I threw myself into studying communications at my new school in part to distract myself. I enjoyed communications. It was logical, it was scientific, but it was also at the root of what I loved as a child: creation and creativity. Studying communications brought back my love of writing, which had been missing since I started high school.

I graduated with my bachelor’s in Communication Studies, and then I started looking for a job. I quickly realized that none of the companies that could pay me any livable salary had ethics that I could live with or worked with brands that I could get excited about. It was a sad day when I realized I was back to square one. No potential jobs, no potential relationships, and a fat lot of nothing to show for the last five years of my life. I was lost again. I job searched for six months while helping to plan two weddings, and then I took a retail job. I enjoyed the job and wedding planning, but they didn’t change my life or give me direction. After the weddings, I moved to Boston and became a nanny for my baby cousin. I loved that, too, but it also opened my eyes to the trials that would come with motherhood. For one, you can’t turn it off, and I don’t think I ever really thought about that before. I wasn’t even his mother and the worry was almost crippling. The good days were amazing, but the hard days were harder and more exhausting than anything I have ever experienced. It showed me that I’m not quite ready for motherhood; and that finally allowed my heart to consider other options.

Options. There were many of them at the time. I could move home and get another retail job and exist listlessly while I saved up money for an apartment and then some unfocused future doing who knows what. I could get a job in Boston and stay here, doing the same thing with less of a support network. Or, I could consider graduate school in something.

As a child, I wanted to be in school forever. I wanted to possess all of the knowledge of the universe. I really couldn’t blame Eve for trying that apple, because knowledge is intoxicating. While getting my bachelor’s degree, I decided that I was firmly against going to graduate school. I didn’t want to be a teacher, and if I wanted to study history there were a thousand ways to do that without getting a degree of some kind.

Then I discovered publishing through a YouTube video. Ironically, this is similar to the way I discovered public relations, except that that was through Twitter. After a year of praying over it and processing the idea, I applied, thinking I would have to apply for multiple years before I got in. I was accepted on the first try, and now I’m in the thick of it, but I’m still questioning.

Discovering publishing didn’t suddenly make me want to be a writer or an editor. I’ve always loved those things, but it never occurred to me that I could make a career out of it. When I found publishing, I thought a master’s degree was my only way into the industry. Since getting accepted in March, I have learned so much about the ways into the industry, but the doors themselves are still very much closed to me. I hope to crack them open next semester when I take my book publishing classes, but it is becoming more and more clear to me that opening these doors isn’t something anyone can do for me, but something I have to do for myself, in my own way, and with my own timing.


All of this questioning started a couple weeks ago when I finally landed a new job. I’m working in retail in what I guess could be described as head cashier position at a superstore that I won’t name for security reasons. My first day was interesting enough to keep me engaged, and then the morning of my second day I sprained my foot/ankle. After nearly two weeks, I returned to work a week ago for my second day on the job, and everything has been hunky-dory since then. I’ll never know if it’s because I’m on crutches or not, but everyone has been especially kind and calm when I ask questions, and so many people have come up to me and introduced themselves that after only six days on the job I can now tell you the basic hierarchy of the store and who is in charge of which departments, as well as point out the store manager, the HR manager, and the regional manager upon request. It’s amazing to me how quickly the acclimation process is going, and just how much I am enjoying it. I get excited to go to work, even though it means being on my feet/crutches for about eight hours and dealing with a handful of frustrating customers each day. I love serving people, especially when I can serve not only the customers but also my fellow employees in some sort of leadership position.


So, in the middle of yesterday’s mass, I realized that motherhood wasn’t my only calling. I can’t live without books. The writing, editing, and creation of them as well as the consumption of them. I adore working with people, whether in a customer service or leadership capacity. I also have a dream of being a Girl Scout Leader someday. I was an assistant leader in middle and high school, and it’s life-changing to help young people discover their strengths and the confidence to pursue their dreams. I want all of these things, and where I live won’t change them. These are my vocations.

I’m Moving!

Not to worry, this website isn’t going anywhere. However I, physically, literally, am moving! If you read my September Update a couple weeks ago you already know this, but if you didn’t, now you do! I’m sure you have some questions, so allow me to start off by answering the big ones.

Why are you moving?

I found a job I love better than the one I currently have, and it requires me to relocate. It’s not in retail, which I have enjoyed, but am not looking to make my career in, and it’s full-time! I do love the job I have now, especially the people, but the job I am going to is beyond rewarding, and something I’ve always wanted to do. It will also help me save up for graduate school if I decide to go that route.

What will you be doing that you’re so excited about?

I’m going to be a live-in nanny! And I don’t have to worry about not getting along with the family or anything like that because I’ll be nannying for my aunt and uncle. They will both be working full-time, and they need someone to watch my six-month-old cousin. He’s the one I was babysitting last month who’s super adorable and happy all the time (cross your fingers he stays that way!). This means no more hour-long commutes, but also some quiet time in the evenings for reading/writing, and weekends off!

So… Where are you moving to?

I will be moving to Boston, Massachusetts! It’s a city I’ve always been interested in living in (despite being a die-hard fan of the New York Yankees), and I’m super excited to finally have the chance to explore it!

When are you moving?

The plan is to make the move near the end of the month since my uncle starts his new job in November. I’ll be sure to share photos and tidbits as I move in!

What are you most excited about checking out in your new city?

The Boston Public Library, obviously. Besides that, I’d like to explore Boston Commons, the local bookstores, the downtown restaurants, the publishing houses in the city, the waterfront area, the local bookstores, Emerson College (where I’m thinking about going to grad school), the community Quidditch Teams (because Harry Potter rules, duh),  Harvard, BU, MIT, the city ballet, and the local bookstores. If you have any recommendations of places I should check out, let me know on Twitter! I’ll try to post once a month or so about the places I discover in and around the city.

Overall, I’m PUMPED about the move. I can’t wait to explore my new city. And just to sweeten the deal, I’m moving just before NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) starts! This means I’ll be able to attend meet-ups IRL, something that was impossible where I live now in the middle-of-nowhere, NJ. I love New Jersey, but it’s not all that conducive to making writing and bookish friends. I’m thrilled to be able to meet and get to know Boston’s NaNoWriMo participants. I’m hoping to be able to read and write more once I’m up there and no longer community an hour to my part-time job. This move is going to be so good for me.


Until Next Time,


Fangirl – Rainbow Rowell


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Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell follows Cath, one-half of a set of identical twins Cath and Wren, through her first year of college. Cath is extremely shy in real life, but in her writing she is daring and outgoing, pushing the boundaries of fantasy and romance. Going to school for the first time without Wren is hard, and so is getting along with her new roommate, but Cath has other things on her mind – namely finishing her wildly popular fan fiction of her and Wren’s favorite book series before the final book comes out, and, of course, boys. Can Magicath write a happily ever after for the characters before the series ends for real, and can she fix the problems in her own life before they get out of control?

After listening to this book and its companion novel, Carry On (which is literally Cath’s fan fiction in an actual book all its own) praised over and over again on every blog and Booktube channel I have come across, I finally broke down and bought myself a copy. Once I picked it up, I think I only put it down in order to eat because it was that good. Now, granted I’m a little biased in my opinion because the story she was fan fictioning was very Harry Potter-esque and also I hugely identify with Cath, but the writing was just so good, and the characters, even the ones Cath writes, are just very realistic and relatable. The book deals with what it’s really like to be a college freshman, but it also encompasses depression, anxiety, broken relationships, near-crippling shyness, the struggle to make new friends, loneliness, and the pressure to figure out who the hell you’re supposed to be. This book had it all, and it hit every point right on the head. It sucked me right in. The second I finished it, I handed it to my mother and demanded that she drop what she was reading and read this. Although she didn’t identify with Cath to the degree that  I did, even she had to admit that she really enjoyed it.

The book bounces and back and forth by chapter between Cath’s life at school and what’s happening to Simon, the main character of her fan fiction. This was the only thing that annoyed me ever so slightly because all of the chapters ended in places where I just wanted to know what happened next and I always had to wait another chapter to find out. That aside, this book was immediately added to my all time favorites list because I just love Cath so so much it almost hurts because of how relatable she is.

HHC Rating: 5 stars

Flashback Friday: Seattle, WA – October 2014

A year ago next week, I was getting on a plane to Seattle for a college broadcasting conference. At the age of 22, I was heading to the west coast for the first time. I was psyched to see the Pacific for the first time, but I was also a little nervous about my first real conference. Would everyone be dressed more formally than me? I didn’t have a suit then, so I just wore pencil skirts and dress shirts. I was pretty sure I was going to go stir crazy an hour into our six hour flight, so I packed some homework and a book to read. I was missing three days of class for this,  so I actually had quite a bit of work to do.

Atop the Space Needle
Atop the Space Needle

I was wrong about everything. Literally every little thing about the trip, I was wrong about it.

First of all, You can’t see the Pacific Ocean from the Seattle business district. It’s an island(?) or maybe a peninsula(?) in the middle of a bay, and there’s east and west Seattle on other islands/peninsulas on either side. So seeing the ocean was out because we didn’t have time to go all the way to the far side of west Seattle to see it.

Second, half of the people showed up in jeans. That’s broadcasters for you. Only the on-air-only people showed up in suits, and everyone was super nervous and mostly introverted, so we all chatted about our radio and television stations and exchanged business cards and never talked again. It felt like I was at a high school leadership conference to be honest. You could practically see the nerves floating through the air. But it was very educational, and everyone was friendly, even if they weren’t particularly outgoing.

On the way to Seattle.
On the way to Seattle.

Third, I was glued to the window of the plane for the entire flight. Clearly I had forgotten that this was only my second trip by plane, and that I hadn’t been to any of the states we were flying over. In the age of the internet it is easy to forget that we haven’t been to places that we’ve heard about and seen pictures of time and time again. I’m also a little obsessed with maps, and seeing all those mountains from 30,000 feet was AH-MAZING, so you could say that I was definitely not bored on the way there.

This is a LIBRARY. Coolest building ever. It was across the street form our hotel.
This is a LIBRARY. Coolest building ever. It was across the street form our hotel.

The conference was held at the Renaissance Marriott, which is flipping gorgeous and pretty expensive. We had to walk down a steep hill from the hotel to the waterfront as well as everywhere else, so of course we also had to walk back up the steep hill. I wouldn’t have packed heels if I’d known how hilly Seattle is. I remember thinking at the time that this must be what the people in San Francisco feel like, walking up and down hills all day long.

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I’ll spare you most of the boring details, but let’s just say that A) non-seafood dinners are hard to find at a reasonable price, at least without taking a taxi somewhere. B) The business district basically closes at 5pm, Pike Place Market included, so it took us three tries to get there while it was open but the fish throwing was very cool. C) It’s a much father walk to the Space Needle than you think, but the view is totally worth it, and the only McDonald’s we ever found was only a block or so away from it.

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Pike Place Market

I wish we’d had more time to explore, but we were there for the conference so we tried not to skip things. It was rainy the whole time we were there but it only actually rained on us the last night of our stay. Otherwise, the clouds parted whenever we left the hotel. It was pretty nice!

Coming into the Houston airport. SO lush!
Coming into the Houston airport. SO lush!

The flight back is actually a funny story. The friend I had flown out with had booked his tickets after me, and I guess I told him the flight I wanted to be on, but it had been blacked out for me, so we actually ended up on different flights home. His layover was in Denver and mine was in Houston. I left 30 minutes before him, but after an hour hold up in Houston because the plane had to be re-cleaned, I got back to New Jersey more than an hour after him. My dad was picking us up, so my poor friend had to chat with him until I got there. Not that my dad is bad. He’s pretty awesome actually, it’s just that the two of them had never met before and I wasn’t there to introduce them. My flights were pretty great though. I was really surprised by how green the Houston area was! (I’ve literally always pictured Arizona as a red-ish, rocky desert and Texas as a more yellowy-tan desert… I grew up watching a lot of westerns.) It’s really nice there, and I’d like to go back someday and actually leave the airport this time.

I finally had time to read my book on the flight back. The book, unsurprisingly, was Nicholas Sparks’ The Best of Me. I tend to pick up Nicholas Sparks when I’m in an airport, okay? I don’t know why. So, I was halfway through the book and nothing much had happened yet when I got on the plane in Houston. This nice couple in their 50’s or 60’s sat next to me. And then I got to all the sad parts… I should probably explain that I’m a crier. I cry for everything. Sad commercial? crying. Friend’s dog dies? tears. Sad movie? bawling. My own pet dies? bedridden for most of the day. So, sad books get me. Every time. And everyone knows that Nicholas Sparks likes to twist the endings of his books and make the reader bawl their eyes out. Only, I had zero tissues. So I sat there blubbering until the lady next to me basically adopted me and had the stewardess bring me a stack of napkins. She also kept checking on me to see if I wanted any food or a drink or anything throughout the flight. She was nice. That book was not.

By the time I got back to New Jersey it was one in the morning and my flight was 2 hours late. My poor friend had parked his car at my house and still had to drive home after got there. I learned a lot of lessons on that trip, not the least of which was to do extensive research on where you are going before you get there and get completely lost. Lucky me that I have pretty decent directional skills or we might not have made it back to the hotel. Cell phone map apps are so not helpful if you don’t know which way is north, by the way.

Check out some more pictures from my trip below, and let me know on Twitter if you’ve ever been totally wrong about a place you’ve visited!

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Sunshine in Seattle
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Skyline from the waterfront
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Waterfront from Pike Place Market
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Seattle Skyline from the Space Needle
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A totem pole down by the waterfront
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Another totem pole we found down town
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Somewhere over the western U.S.

Until next time,


The 10 Phases of Graduating

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Whether it’s high school, college, or graduate school, when you finish your schooling things change. Here are the ten phases graduates go through on their way to a ‘normal’ life post-graduation.

The Anticipation:

This happens just before you graduate. You can envision the amazing life you’ll have and all the cool stuff you are going to do.

The Tears:

On the day of graduation, you will cry. Some tears of joy for school being over, but also tears of sadness and saying goodbye to your friends who up until now you’ve seen almost every day.

The Worst Paper You’ve Ever Written:

You have one last paper that the professor made due AFTER graduation. You know you have to do it, but you’ve already graduated! Who cares if they’re waiting for your grades to come in before they mail you your diploma?

The Recovery:

You sleep in every day for a week or two in order to recover from finals. Just like every other semester break.

The Boredom:

You start to realize that you not only have no deadlines, you have nothing to do. You’ve already cleaned your room/apartment/house more times than you can count and  you’ve read all the books you had sitting on your bedside table that you started but never finished because school got in the way.

The Realization:

You don’t even have a ‘next semester’ to look forward to. There is never going to be any more homework. You literally have no plans for the REST OF YOUR LIFE.

The Jump Start:

You immediately make plans to get in shape, eat better, work on that blog you’ve always wanted to run, and travel around the world. Riiight after you update your resume and get some form of paying job to fund all of these adventures.

The Roller Coaster:

Once you start putting your plans into action, you realize that you have to pick and choose. You can’t have a high-paying job AND all the time off you want to travel the world. You also can’t sleep in until noon every day and still expect your boss to take you seriously.

The Friend:

You figure out that it’s ok to be sad sometimes, but that when you start to feel really bad you need some friend time. It is your friends who bring you back to reality, so you learn to return the favor by being there for them, too.

The Adult:

You finally begin to recognize that no one else really knows what they’re doing either, and that no one is perfectly happy, but that everyone has their own version of perfect, and of happy.
So, what do you think? Did I miss anything? Sound off on Twitter and let me know @LadyWoods13
Until next time,

PRSA NY Mock Tribunal: Public Relations on Trial

   Back in September, my fellow PRSSA member Marinda and I left campus early and took the train into NYC for PRSA’s Mock Tribunal of Public Relations in honor of National Ethics Month. Ethics are values or moral principles in action. PRSA celebrates National Ethics Month each September to put the focus on ethics and how the Public Relations industry and continue to improve upon itself.

    The event was held at the SUNY Global Center, near Central Park in NYC. We took the train in from New Jersey and then the subway to a station a few blocks away from the event. It was my first time going on the subway ‘by myself’, as in, without someone who knew more about NYC than I did, and I found it surprisingly easy once I figured out how to navigate the subway station. 🙂

    When we arrived, we had missed the first half of the 30 minute networking wine & cheese reception, but we tried to do some networking anyway. We were surprised to see the diversity of the group that was there because our classes are almost entirely made up of white females. All the research suggests that PR is a female dominated industry, but the group that attended the even was the most diverse group of people I have ever seen in one place. After the networking event, we all filed into the conference room (pictured above), and the trial got underway.


    The  above graphic is taken from PRSA NY’s website page about the event. I think it’s easier to show you that rather than try to explain each person.  Mr. Cohen was a great Judge. He did his best not to be biased, and kept the peace between the two sides. Mr. Holmes, the prosecutor, had a lot to say on behalf of the public against PR. He began by arguing to PR is just spin and deception. The defense, spearheaded by Mr. Schubert, said that PR takes ethics very seriously, and that despite a few bad apples, PR does not condone the use of spin or deception in their work. Helping a company put out a point of view is not deception, but merely subjective. Journalism is Objective, and PR is Subjective. PR has a responsibility as the conscience of the company to advice its leaders on ethical practices.

     The first witness for the prosecution was very heated. I have tremendous respect for her because she had the confidence to call PR the death of Journalism in front of a room filled with PR professionals. Holmes brought the point up that although he believes that PR professionals have good intent, he questions their follow through when it comes to ethical controversies. Witnesses for the defense Jaqueline Brevard and Steve Cody had some great comebacks, pointing out that compliance is the letter of the law, and that ethics goes beyond that because it’s values-based. They also cited numerous cases (without naming names of course) in which their companies had dropped clients who asked for or perpetuated unethical practices.

     The prosecution stated that the rise of Social Media took a lot of power away from Journalists, and that it also calls for a higher level of ethical behavior. The defense agreed, but also pointed out that Public Relations professionals do not necessarily get the last word about what goes out to the public. That’s the lawyers job.


    Throughout the trial, PRSANY encouraged us to use social media. It was crazy to see all these professionals paying attention to the trial and live-tweeting it at the same time! PRSANY had a person specifically tweeting for them, but just about everyone in the room was tweeting their opinions about the testimonies, and asked their own questions. The foreman of the jury was our voice and compiled our questions to ask at the end of the trial. Some of them were pretty funny! Besides the questions, it was just really cool to be able to talk to other people (some of who were watching the livestream!) about what was going on in front of us.


    We did a vote at the end of the trial and the verdict returned was not guilty. Both sides had very compelling arguments, and you can watch the whole trial online here! Marinda and I are even in it at the end because the guy sitting in front of us asked a question and the camera panned over to him with us in the background, haha!

    Marinda and I learned a lot that evening in NYC.  Some of the networking things we learned I’m including in a separate post, but we definitely learned about how fun a professional event can be, and that you can never do enough research. some of the arguments were citing PR campaigns that we had never heard of, which just served to intrigue us even more.

     If you are interested in Public Relations, I highly recommend attending some of the PRSA professional events in your area. I was truly amazing to see PR people in action. Again, you can watch the mock trial in full HERE.
Until next time,

5 Tips to Enjoying Yourself and Doing Well in College

     It’s that time of year again, and just about everyone in the country between the ages of 5 and 23 is headed back to school. I’m starting my last year of college, and as a fifth year senior I think I finally have a few things to impart to all the new students starting college themselves in the next couple weeks. These are my top five tips for Enjoying Yourself and Doing Well in College.

#1 Major in something you like. You will very likely be in an industry related to your major for the rest of your life, so please major in something you will at least enjoy learning about forever.

#2 Sit near the front of the class. Anywhere in the first three rows will do. This shows the professor you’re interested, but doesn’t make you look like a total brown-noser.

#3 You have a syllabus, therefor you know when everything will be happening throughout the semester. You can look up what you’re covering in any given week. READ AHEAD.

#4 While you’re reading ahead, write down any questions you have so you can ask your professor in class or office hours. Not only will this make the professor think you’re interested in the topic, but even if you’re NOT interested in the topic and you still have to take the class, asking questions will increase your understanding of the material infinitely and therefor increase your grades.

#5 Get involved in a couple campus activities or participate in co-ops and internships. Joining clubs or organizations that have to do with your major or hobbies can become HUGE networking tools when you need to look for a job, and provide communities of friends you can hang out and study with. (Hint: This is how you make friends in college) Internships and co-ops are great ways to get your feet wet in any field you’re interested in. If you’re not getting paid, you can usually get a few credits out of it to make it worth your time. Internships and co-ops also introduce you to professionals in your field who can point you in the direction of good jobs for the future.

     So those are my top 5 tips for enjoying yourself and doing well in college. Do you have any need-to-know tips I might have missed? Tweet me @Ladywoods13
Until next time,

TOTY – 22: Why Soul Searching is NOT my Theme Of The Year

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     Every year as I near my birthday, I try to think of a ‘theme’ for the next year of my life. When I turned 20, my theme was Organization. I got my crap together and managed to transfer from a school I was drowning in to a school where I now flourish. This past year, my 21st, my theme was supposed to be Health. I took a weight lifting class and a horseback riding class, and I’m pushing myself to start a workout regimen that I can continue once classes start up again in September. In truth though, this whole last year has been about Soul Searching more than it was about Health. I wanted to learn about myself and how I felt about different things in my life. I am only just now realizing that this is not going to be a short process. Soul Searching is something that I am going to be doing for the rest of my life.
     So far, I’ve learned that I absolutely LOVE the beach. Way more than I ever thought I did. I love the sun and the sand and the smell of it. I love the sound of the waves, even if I don’t love nearly drowning in them all the time. Maybe it’s just because I was a Summer baby.
     Reading is my passion, but I also really enjoy writing, editing, and organizing, whether its a major event or just my desk. I love when everything has a place. It makes me feel powerful and at least somewhat in control of my life.
     I can’t live without sunshine and orange juice. Again, maybe its something to do with being a Summer child.
     I found out that I really need to get back into shape, and I love the idea of Yoga and Pilates, but I don’t know if I will ever really get back into running like I did in High School.
     After looking at everything I decided that just because Soul Searching is going to be a long process, that doesn’t mean it should be my only focus for the year. So, my plan for my 22nd year is to experience as much as possible before I graduate next May. I’ll be doing a work study in the Audio/Visual department of my University, and I’ll be serving as an officer on three different club boards: Program Director of my university Radio Station WESS-FM, President of the Television Production Club, and Vice President of Public Relations for my university’s chapter of the Public Relations Student Society of America (PRSSA). I am completely stoked to have been elected to these positions and I can’t wait to work with all of my fellow officers to make this year amazing. I don’t want to stop there though. I want to go a step further, push myself to ace my last 30 credits, and at the same time find new ways to learn things, whether through shadowing professionals, attending conferences, making new contacts and friends, and reading books on new subjects.
     Am I going to make myself a little crazy? Maybe. Am I work-a-holic? Probably. Do I wish I was Hermione Granger with a time-turner so I could learn even more and still get enough sleep? Absolutely. But where is the fun in life if you don’t keep challenging yourself to reach higher and higher goals? I honestly can’t wait for September.
     What are your plans for the next year? Let me know on Twitter @Amanda_HHC!
Until next time,