Ever seen the movie Yes Man with Jim Carrey? Basically, the main character goes around and to any opportunity that is presented to him, he must say "yes." Lately, I've felt like I'm living a Yes-Life, myself. I've been trying to be more spontaneous, live a little more freely and open myself to new people and adventures. There was once a time in my life where I would decline an invitation for an event if I didn't think I would know the majority of the people attending. Really...that's been the case for the better part of my life. But now I almost prefer to go places where I have to force myself to talk to people I don't already know. I'm finding that people are very interesting. When you let yourself relax and ask people questions about their life...they open up, too.
I'm not sure what events have triggered this change in me. Honestly, small talk with strangers used to make me so nervous. My palms would become clammy as if I was in an interview. I wasn't very good at helping the conversation along...they would ask me a question and I would answer it...but didn't turn the table back over to them. I was just awkward. Able to talk about myself but forgot to ask them questions, too. I think my job has probably helped me quite a bit with small talk. As it is, I'm on the phone all day long with people I've never met in my life. Yet, I somehow have managed to find some whit, some confidence and have asked customers questions that led to some truly incredible conversations.
I also think there's probably a maturity aspect to it...and a general curiosity when it comes to other people. You never know the kind of people you might let slip through your fingers if you don't take the time to chat with them for a minute. A mere introduction to a person does not make them a friend, or even an acquaintance, really. It's the digging around a little bit, finding out their interests and what you might have in common. It's about opening up and making an effort to expand your contact list. I complained a lot about not having too many friends since I moved away to school. Yes, of course I still have my super tight-knit group of friends from high school that I see on a regular basis. But they don't live near me, so all of our visits have to be planned around a birthday or a concert. But here, away from my home town, I would sit at home and be so very anxious to get out and do something. I'd take one look at my phone and have no idea who to call and that would be it, no calls made, nothing to do.
As far as reaching out and building up the courage to ask a new friend to actually go do something with me..that bit I'm still working on. It's a growing process. But I'm certain that I'm heading in the right direction. You can't possibly ask anyone new to join in on your plans if you never take the time to meet the new people, first.
This past weekend I went camping with sixteen people. We all brought tents for a two-night stay and we floated down the river in tubes for 5 hours. Of those sixteen people, I only knew two going in. I left the campground on Sunday saying to myself: "That was a really fun weekend....and I really like those people."
Happy 'Yessing' !
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
"The World is a Book and Those Who Do Not Travel Read Only One Page"
I was walking through one of the buildings on campus tonight on my way to my car. There were two people walking in front of me - a guy and a girl. I missed the first part of their conversation, but caught ear to a very disturbing statement by the girl. She said "I like American history, but world history or European history I could care less about. I live in America, I love America, that's all I need to worry about."
My entire twenty minute drive home consisted of thoughts circling that statement over and over. How sad to think that way. I considered what that girl's day to day life involved. I figure she must be the type of girl who stares at the piece of sidewalk in front of her as she walks instead of keeping her chin up to take in all that is around her. I figure she must be the type of girl who doesn't consider the consequences of her actions upon others. I decided she probably couldn't hold a decent conversation with people unlike herself, because she would have no talking points. She wouldn't have paid enough attention to areas of life that do not directly pertain to hers.
The United States, while a separate country, does not stand alone. It was not created in isolation from other countries. It did not grow into the country it is today without its opposition from outside forces. It has not always gone into battle on its own. We rely heavily on the protection of our alliances. International relationships are a very large part of this country, this country she claims to "love."
I will not pretend to sit here and say that I pay attention to all the world politics or know the premises of all the wars we have been involved in. I can't even say I know the facts surrounding our current state of warfare. But I can say that I will never have the nerve to even think that these things don't matter to me our my country. Yesterday's history, today's history-in-the-making...it's all important.
I suppose it's great that people can live so securely; that they are not the least bit concerned about international allies and vengeance. But to be so naive to make a statement such as hers, that I do not envy.
I leave you with this last thought:
"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness."
If you get the chance to travel, to learn other cultures, to expand your horizons...jump! If you stumble across the opportunity to embrace a bit of history...hold it dear! If you find that you are staring at that piece of concrete at your feet and missing out on life swirling madly around you...make a change!
I am more excited than ever, now, for my trip to London this summer. With the urge to never live life like this poor girl I encountered today, I am promising myself to make the most of my time abroad. We will be given some truly amazing opportunities to soak in the history of the United Kingdom with guides and tours and pure experiences. I can't wait to concern myself with some "world history."
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Closing in on Graduation Take II
There have been some pretty significant changes in my life over the past couple months. You all know how I took that internship last Winter where I took the semester off from classes and moved back East to work from the office in Ann Arbor. The internship was with Thomson Reuters Tax and Accounting. Thomson Reuters is an informational solutions company that resides under an umbrella of different industries. TR has branches in Tax and Accounting, Finance, Health Care, Media, etc. You may be familiar with Yahoo News? Or Reuters News? That's us! It's not my specific department, but same company. I hadn't realized, prior to starting my internship, the magnitude of this opportunity. All I could see were the dollar signs in my eyes and the potential to boost up my resume. But now it is clear that this internship has given me a foot in the door to an amazing company. TR is located in over 100 countries world-wide with endless possibilities of job types.
So, I started the internship in December of 2011 and in just a little over four months, it was over! They offered me a full-time position, but I had school to finish up so I knew I had to decline. However, instead of turning down the position outright, I made a few adjustments to the offer and turned it back around on them. I asked them if I could continue working as a part-time employee while still taking classes. However...instead of working from the office in Ann Arbor, if I could work from my apartment in Grand Rapids. The idea traveled through a series of meetings with HR before finally being approved as a second internship. I was ecstatic!
I continued my internship all the way through the summer where I then applied for a full-time position, based on part-time hours, still working away from the office. To my surprise, I got the job offer! So, since October, I have been working as a true Thomson Reuters employee out of my home, while still enrolled as a full-time student. I was able to do all of this while being paid a salary! I've even opened up a 401(k) to start putting away for my future. I have to say, the extra income has been so good to me, yet sadly, I don't have much money in my savings to show for it. I'm still working on that bit.
Despite my failure to save money over the past few months, I am finally forcing myself to cut back on my unnecessary spending for an upcoming trip. It's not just any old trip, really. It's an experience. I have been officially accepted to the GVSU Study Abroad Program! Ladies and Gents....I'm going to the United Kingdom!!! It's going to be a tight fit with my work schedule. I'm going to have to use almost my entire year's worth of paid-time-off, but I'm going to make this work! I am so unbelievably excited.
So this brings me back to classes..and graduation. A few posts ago I told you guys that I had registered for my final year of classes...which I had. Until I decided that one major wasn't enough. I have selected a second major and decided upon a fifth year of college! I've missed out, a lot, on the things I wish I would have done socially during my college experience. It's nobody's fault but my own and nobody's job to fix it, but my own. So here I am, making up for lost time during my final (my true final) year at GVSU. I thought I had missed my chance to study abroad by taking that internship. I thought I had reduced my chances of meeting new people by taking this job, heavy on the work hours and light on the social aspect. But that's not the case at all! This is the one life I have been given and it means too much to me to let myself travel down a path that leads to regrets later in life. I'm going on this study abroad trip, which not only will fulfill one of my biggest dreams...but will also bring me closer to a group of people whom I cannot wait to meet!
Travelling to a new country will open my eyes on so many levels. Of course, it will bring out another part of me I never knew I had. It will provide me with stories and memories I can take with me for the rest of my life. It will teach me how to adapt, to learn on the fly and to live true to myself. But it will also give me a bigger scope of the world, introducing me to new people, new lands, and new cultures. I cannot wait to just be there!!
Well, it will take me five years to graduate from this place. This place that I have learned to call home. This place that has taught me the most important lessons of my life. This place that has helped me grow and shaped my perspective. Most people aim to graduate in four years. But most people don't graduate in four years with an internship that lead to a full-time position before graduation, as well as fit in a study abroad trip. In five years, I will have managed to take a semester off for my internship, study abroad, and walk away with two bachelor's degrees. I'd say that's a job well done.
I raise my glass to you, year five. We are going to have one hell of a time.
So, I started the internship in December of 2011 and in just a little over four months, it was over! They offered me a full-time position, but I had school to finish up so I knew I had to decline. However, instead of turning down the position outright, I made a few adjustments to the offer and turned it back around on them. I asked them if I could continue working as a part-time employee while still taking classes. However...instead of working from the office in Ann Arbor, if I could work from my apartment in Grand Rapids. The idea traveled through a series of meetings with HR before finally being approved as a second internship. I was ecstatic!
I continued my internship all the way through the summer where I then applied for a full-time position, based on part-time hours, still working away from the office. To my surprise, I got the job offer! So, since October, I have been working as a true Thomson Reuters employee out of my home, while still enrolled as a full-time student. I was able to do all of this while being paid a salary! I've even opened up a 401(k) to start putting away for my future. I have to say, the extra income has been so good to me, yet sadly, I don't have much money in my savings to show for it. I'm still working on that bit.
Despite my failure to save money over the past few months, I am finally forcing myself to cut back on my unnecessary spending for an upcoming trip. It's not just any old trip, really. It's an experience. I have been officially accepted to the GVSU Study Abroad Program! Ladies and Gents....I'm going to the United Kingdom!!! It's going to be a tight fit with my work schedule. I'm going to have to use almost my entire year's worth of paid-time-off, but I'm going to make this work! I am so unbelievably excited.
So this brings me back to classes..and graduation. A few posts ago I told you guys that I had registered for my final year of classes...which I had. Until I decided that one major wasn't enough. I have selected a second major and decided upon a fifth year of college! I've missed out, a lot, on the things I wish I would have done socially during my college experience. It's nobody's fault but my own and nobody's job to fix it, but my own. So here I am, making up for lost time during my final (my true final) year at GVSU. I thought I had missed my chance to study abroad by taking that internship. I thought I had reduced my chances of meeting new people by taking this job, heavy on the work hours and light on the social aspect. But that's not the case at all! This is the one life I have been given and it means too much to me to let myself travel down a path that leads to regrets later in life. I'm going on this study abroad trip, which not only will fulfill one of my biggest dreams...but will also bring me closer to a group of people whom I cannot wait to meet!
Travelling to a new country will open my eyes on so many levels. Of course, it will bring out another part of me I never knew I had. It will provide me with stories and memories I can take with me for the rest of my life. It will teach me how to adapt, to learn on the fly and to live true to myself. But it will also give me a bigger scope of the world, introducing me to new people, new lands, and new cultures. I cannot wait to just be there!!
Well, it will take me five years to graduate from this place. This place that I have learned to call home. This place that has taught me the most important lessons of my life. This place that has helped me grow and shaped my perspective. Most people aim to graduate in four years. But most people don't graduate in four years with an internship that lead to a full-time position before graduation, as well as fit in a study abroad trip. In five years, I will have managed to take a semester off for my internship, study abroad, and walk away with two bachelor's degrees. I'd say that's a job well done.
I raise my glass to you, year five. We are going to have one hell of a time.
Doubts in the Dust
As the seeds of a dandelion run away with the wind
and a footprint disappears with the rain
As the warm summer sun becomes too cold to bear
I am still here
As gray hairs and wrinkles cause memories to fade
and children trade in their imagination for their 'grown up' ways
As the power of heartache will falter in time
I am still here
The love of life, the majority of which still lies ahead,
is steadily making its way to front and center stage
And as this realization molds into my being
everything else around me moves at lightening speed
The hours turn to days and fade into weeks
Yet, I am still here
There are whispers of old conversations that find their way to my head
and echoes of learned lessons, some tough and some not
They remind me of where I've been and where I still have yet to see
I am neck and neck with clock
but the sun speeds on by
So much to do, so little time
And then I remember, that hearts lead the way
I was not built to chase dreams
but to build each step along the way
I am still here for a reason
To grow a little every day
For the act of living a life you love
requires being present for every minute
With every conscious effort I can muster from within
I put one foot forward and keep my heart on the brain
There should be a dust trail by now
filled with every doubt I ever had
I won't even pretend to be sorry
as I watch them settle to the ground
I am still here
and a footprint disappears with the rain
As the warm summer sun becomes too cold to bear
I am still here
As gray hairs and wrinkles cause memories to fade
and children trade in their imagination for their 'grown up' ways
As the power of heartache will falter in time
I am still here
The love of life, the majority of which still lies ahead,
is steadily making its way to front and center stage
And as this realization molds into my being
everything else around me moves at lightening speed
The hours turn to days and fade into weeks
Yet, I am still here
There are whispers of old conversations that find their way to my head
and echoes of learned lessons, some tough and some not
They remind me of where I've been and where I still have yet to see
I am neck and neck with clock
but the sun speeds on by
So much to do, so little time
And then I remember, that hearts lead the way
I was not built to chase dreams
but to build each step along the way
I am still here for a reason
To grow a little every day
For the act of living a life you love
requires being present for every minute
With every conscious effort I can muster from within
I put one foot forward and keep my heart on the brain
There should be a dust trail by now
filled with every doubt I ever had
I won't even pretend to be sorry
as I watch them settle to the ground
I am still here
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
"Where we love is home; home that the feet may leave but not our hearts."
IT IS SO GOOD TO BE HOME!
My apartment has never seemed so appealing.
Here are some of the things I've noticed that I've missed most since my return:
- My quaint little (working) dishwasher that makes a funny noise when the soap dispenser opens up.
- My quaint little (working) dishwasher that makes a funny noise when the soap dispenser opens up.
- My back patio - which DOESN'T have a Fisher Price playset, baseball bat, or random pieces of Barbie.
- My houseplant (which my roommate seems to have neglected while I was away. No worries, I nursed it back to life.)
- My walk-in closet which is organized by color.
- The lighting in the living room when the lamps are on.
- My bulletin board in the kitchen to keep me organized.
- Most of all, my bathroom - located in my bedroom - that is mine, and mine alone.
It's funny how I can come back to my apartment, which has probably had hundreds of tenants in it's lifetime, seen a million different decorative styles, smelled a million different scents, and heard noises I will never be privy to; yet is is so special to me. When I walk in the door, I feel as though I'm the only one in the world who has ever walked through that door and called it home. The amount of effort I put into it - choosing a color scheme for each of the rooms, keeping it tidy, decorating it for the holidays - how could it ever have belonged to anyone else? This place is mine. It's Home.
Since I've been back, I have had time to settle back into my routines, start taking classes again and just take care of my self-neglected soul. However, there is still something that feels so very different. It seems that things haven't "gone back to normal." Too much has happened in the past six months to just revert back to the beginning. But what I've realized, is that it's not that something is missing...it's that I am more ready. Ready for what? This is the only way I can think to describe the feeling. I'm more ready for the rest of my life, for tomorrow, for today. I'm more ready to take on any challenge in front of me, from the challenge of getting out of bed in the morning to the challenge of making new friends. From the challenge of getting a decent grade in my class to the challenge of finding a job for after graduation. From the challenge of understanding, mentally, how I want to tackle each day to the challenge of breaking off my three-year relationship with my boyfriend so I can experience life on my own. I've decided to live more spontaneously, to meet people whenever I can, and to believe in the power of a good attitude - about whatever life brings my way.
Life will always have its phases. I hope this one carries into the next. I never want this feeling to go away. I'm happy and I'm proud of all I have accomplished. I'm proud of my decisions, especially the more recent ones. I feel stronger, more empowered. I feel in control of every aspect of my life. I have found my independence again, which I seemed to have buried somewhere in the past three years. Oops.
This is going to be a hell of a summer. At least it's off to a really great start.
I'M HOME!
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
From Cobblestone Streets to Sky Scrapers. Oh...and Philly Cheese Steaks, too.
Mid-December, 2011: struggle through exam week on no more than 4 hours of sleep every other night. After finishing my last exam, pack up everything I can fit into my car, including my pet rabbit with his gargantuan cage and move across the state. Move in with boyfriend who lives with friend, two full size dogs and evidence of friend's past-relationship-gone-bad. AKA, all of said friend's ex's stuff still occupying the bathroom, two bedrooms and every other nook and cranny throughout the house. Sell rabbit to another college student because friend is allergic and dogs want to eat him. All of that aside...internship engage. The internship went great, it kept me super busy and out of money-troubles, as so many of us college-age kids struggle with between every paycheck, or lack there of.
Mid-April, 2012: After working six to seven days a week between nine and eleven hours a day for the past four months or so...I decided that a much needed vacation before spring classes started up was a must. I mean, I've basically been living out of a suitcase for the entire duration of my internship anyway, so what the heck. Introduce, my trip to Philadelphia, PA. I'm currently smack-dab in the middle of it and loving every minute. I get to spend some amazing time with my older sister Amy, who has just been the greatest at showing me around the city, giving me things to do while she's at work and providing me with some unforgettable memories. A whole 12 days away from my hectic, stuck-in-the-middle life back in Michigan, and let me tell you - it's been fantastic so far. And all the things we still have yet to do, I can't wait! Our itinerary for the rest of the week in Philly is jam-packed with fun-filled events, friends, and of course drinks. (We've both been waiting for what seems like an eternity for me to turn 21 so we can enjoy the night-life together. So. Much. Fun.) But that's not even the best of it. Next weekend, we experience NYC in the flesh! Just a train-ride away, how could we not go?
Although I am thoroughly enjoying my time on the East side of the country and am in no way ready to say "take me home"...I am looking forward to getting back to Grand Rapids, back to my apartment and my own room, own bathroom, comfy blankets - sans dog hair - and oh yea, go out on the town, my own town, and enjoy a drink with some good friends.
As noted in my earlier posts, I am truly starting to embrace my life. MY life. MINE. Over the past few months I've done a lot of self-discovery and growing up. All the while, living on someone else's turf, eating off plates I didn't purchase and tiptoeing around a house that I don't call home. The internship, turning 21, registering for my final year of undergraduate classes, diving deeper into my relationship with my boyfriend, and this spectacular vacation have all led me to do a lot of reflecting on my life and a lot of learning about the type of person I want to become; the person I am becoming. The thing I want most right now - is to continue this growth and string of realizations. I've smiled more in the past month than I remember doing in the entire year before. I've finally looked in the mirror and saw not the things I want to change, but what I've already become, the beauty of my life and the strength I've gained to realize that some of the paths I've been traveling have been for the wrong reasons. But I don't view these paths as flaws - I view them as the stepping stones, the obstacles which became the tools I've needed all along to teach me about myself. To teach me what I don't want in my life.
Ask anyone what they really want out of life. I bet they will stumble over their words, use "umm" and give short blurbs of ideas they saw in a movie. I doubt you will ever find someone who will ramble off exactly how they envision their life and say it's been that way since they could remember. The idea of my life changes every day. But it's not that it ever becomes more defined as to what I want...I just realize more and more of what I don't want. And that's just fine.
I am excited to get back to my life, back home where my closet is full of freshly laundered clothes and all my shoes are in a row on the floor instead of a jumbled pile in the trunk of my car. I am excited to be taking classes again and wake up in the morning in my own bed and put on a pot of coffee and go grocery shopping without thinking of what anyone else likes or doesn't like. I am at a completely selfish point in life right now...I don't want to have to figure anyone else into my plans. I wan't to focus on me and continue my self discovery. I want to finish school and find a job that will help me pay off my disgusting amount of debt - which by the way, is due to the best investment I will ever make in my lifetime. I don't want to do anyone else's laundry. I want to make one-person meals. I want to clean dishes that only I dirtied. If there is one specific thing I could name that I've learned just recently - it would be that I am 21 years old and I'm going to start living like it.
Happy Discovering!
Mid-April, 2012: After working six to seven days a week between nine and eleven hours a day for the past four months or so...I decided that a much needed vacation before spring classes started up was a must. I mean, I've basically been living out of a suitcase for the entire duration of my internship anyway, so what the heck. Introduce, my trip to Philadelphia, PA. I'm currently smack-dab in the middle of it and loving every minute. I get to spend some amazing time with my older sister Amy, who has just been the greatest at showing me around the city, giving me things to do while she's at work and providing me with some unforgettable memories. A whole 12 days away from my hectic, stuck-in-the-middle life back in Michigan, and let me tell you - it's been fantastic so far. And all the things we still have yet to do, I can't wait! Our itinerary for the rest of the week in Philly is jam-packed with fun-filled events, friends, and of course drinks. (We've both been waiting for what seems like an eternity for me to turn 21 so we can enjoy the night-life together. So. Much. Fun.) But that's not even the best of it. Next weekend, we experience NYC in the flesh! Just a train-ride away, how could we not go?
Although I am thoroughly enjoying my time on the East side of the country and am in no way ready to say "take me home"...I am looking forward to getting back to Grand Rapids, back to my apartment and my own room, own bathroom, comfy blankets - sans dog hair - and oh yea, go out on the town, my own town, and enjoy a drink with some good friends.
As noted in my earlier posts, I am truly starting to embrace my life. MY life. MINE. Over the past few months I've done a lot of self-discovery and growing up. All the while, living on someone else's turf, eating off plates I didn't purchase and tiptoeing around a house that I don't call home. The internship, turning 21, registering for my final year of undergraduate classes, diving deeper into my relationship with my boyfriend, and this spectacular vacation have all led me to do a lot of reflecting on my life and a lot of learning about the type of person I want to become; the person I am becoming. The thing I want most right now - is to continue this growth and string of realizations. I've smiled more in the past month than I remember doing in the entire year before. I've finally looked in the mirror and saw not the things I want to change, but what I've already become, the beauty of my life and the strength I've gained to realize that some of the paths I've been traveling have been for the wrong reasons. But I don't view these paths as flaws - I view them as the stepping stones, the obstacles which became the tools I've needed all along to teach me about myself. To teach me what I don't want in my life.
Ask anyone what they really want out of life. I bet they will stumble over their words, use "umm" and give short blurbs of ideas they saw in a movie. I doubt you will ever find someone who will ramble off exactly how they envision their life and say it's been that way since they could remember. The idea of my life changes every day. But it's not that it ever becomes more defined as to what I want...I just realize more and more of what I don't want. And that's just fine.
I am excited to get back to my life, back home where my closet is full of freshly laundered clothes and all my shoes are in a row on the floor instead of a jumbled pile in the trunk of my car. I am excited to be taking classes again and wake up in the morning in my own bed and put on a pot of coffee and go grocery shopping without thinking of what anyone else likes or doesn't like. I am at a completely selfish point in life right now...I don't want to have to figure anyone else into my plans. I wan't to focus on me and continue my self discovery. I want to finish school and find a job that will help me pay off my disgusting amount of debt - which by the way, is due to the best investment I will ever make in my lifetime. I don't want to do anyone else's laundry. I want to make one-person meals. I want to clean dishes that only I dirtied. If there is one specific thing I could name that I've learned just recently - it would be that I am 21 years old and I'm going to start living like it.
Happy Discovering!
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Closing in on Graduation
So, it's pretty exciting, a bit daunting, and extremely hard to wrap my head around...but I just registered for my last year of higher education before graduation. YIKES "Shelby Jackson: Grand Valley State University Alumni"...nope. unreal. Time as a form of measurement is so twisted in this scenario. Senior year of high school, I looked ahead 4 years to my next graduation and decided that another four years of schooling, (i.e. sitting in class, homework, exams, mid-term papers) sounded like the last thing I wanted to do. I mean, it was summer, I was 18 and I just finished 12 years of schooling that came way too easy to keep me out of trouble. FOUR MORE YEARS?! MINIMUM?! I mean, don't get me wrong. We've all seen the movies based on a college kid's life. Partying, drinking, hooking up, hitting on the teacher to get an A. You bet, I was looking forward to the college experience, regardless. But seriously...four more years?
And then, it was as if those four years were condensed into 6 months. Freshman year was a blur. I met all these people, learned that college is not anywhere near as easy as high school and this little video in my head of what "college" looked like when I was 17 suddenly took a turn for reality. College is hard work. Not only do I have to keep on my schoolwork, but there are student organization meetings to attend that all-too-often conflict with demanding work schedules that were self-inflicted because I chose an apartment with rent way too high for my means of income. And then there are distractions, such as the sand-pit volleyball nets in my front yard freshman year that taunted me out of attending class, and instead joining in on a game under the blue sky and rays of warm sun. Or the varsity football games, which haphazzardly always took place during one of my 6pm-9 classes. Or "Thirsty Thursdays" or "Sunday Funday." Ugh, when is a girl supposed to study?!
Thennn....Junior year hit and the lights came on. Sunday Funday? Who's brilliant play on words was this? Sunday is a day for doing a load of laundry between every 4-page-long accounting problem completed. Sunday is a day for reading ahead for this week's biology lab. Sunday is a day to turn off the cell phone and go into lock-down mode. Sunday is anything but "fun." Plus, what am I doing at this worthless, minimum-wage job that has nothing to do with my major? Note to self: time to get an internship - - preferably a paid internship. Time to get serious.
So here I am, working as an Intern for Thomson Reuters (paid, might I add). My grades are on the up-and-up and like I said, I've just registered for my final year of classes before I graduate with a Bachelor's Degree in Management Information Systems. Oh. My. God. What am I supposed to do next? I mean, I've already managed to cut out every inkling of "social" from my daily agenda. My money supply? Still limited. My need for time? Even more stretched. And while taking some of my hardest classes yet, I'm supposed to find time to figure out what companies I would like to work for, apply for jobs, attend interviews, and make a final decision as to what I want to be when I grow up? Welp, college is a death sentence.
In the back of my mind, though, I've got some sense of ease; calmness. There has never been a time in my life that I didn't make it through, one way or the other. I'm not big on fate, when people say "what's meant to be will be." But I do believe in hard work and if you give enough of yourself to something...things really do start to come into place.
We all started college because the economy told us we had to if we had any dream of getting a decent job. We all started college because it was what we were told we should do, whether it was community, private university, public university, online classes, whatever. But college really becomes fun, when you decide for yourself, that it's what you WANT to do. I no longer dread sitting through another lecture. I want to go to class. I no longer dread reading that fine-print 3,000 page textbook. I want to read it. I no longer dread the 11-hour study sessions. As long as I have coffee and a butt-cushion for the kitchen chair, I want to ace that test. I want to continue learning for the rest of my life, because I enjoy it. Because it makes me feel good. Because I can. It took me two and a half years of higher education to figure this out, but I'm so glad I did.
Who would have guessed? Miss "I-don't-know-if-I-can-stand-another-four-years-of-boring-teachers-and-research-papers" is currently deciding on a second major. Welcome to year 5....because I want to.
And then, it was as if those four years were condensed into 6 months. Freshman year was a blur. I met all these people, learned that college is not anywhere near as easy as high school and this little video in my head of what "college" looked like when I was 17 suddenly took a turn for reality. College is hard work. Not only do I have to keep on my schoolwork, but there are student organization meetings to attend that all-too-often conflict with demanding work schedules that were self-inflicted because I chose an apartment with rent way too high for my means of income. And then there are distractions, such as the sand-pit volleyball nets in my front yard freshman year that taunted me out of attending class, and instead joining in on a game under the blue sky and rays of warm sun. Or the varsity football games, which haphazzardly always took place during one of my 6pm-9 classes. Or "Thirsty Thursdays" or "Sunday Funday." Ugh, when is a girl supposed to study?!
Thennn....Junior year hit and the lights came on. Sunday Funday? Who's brilliant play on words was this? Sunday is a day for doing a load of laundry between every 4-page-long accounting problem completed. Sunday is a day for reading ahead for this week's biology lab. Sunday is a day to turn off the cell phone and go into lock-down mode. Sunday is anything but "fun." Plus, what am I doing at this worthless, minimum-wage job that has nothing to do with my major? Note to self: time to get an internship - - preferably a paid internship. Time to get serious.
So here I am, working as an Intern for Thomson Reuters (paid, might I add). My grades are on the up-and-up and like I said, I've just registered for my final year of classes before I graduate with a Bachelor's Degree in Management Information Systems. Oh. My. God. What am I supposed to do next? I mean, I've already managed to cut out every inkling of "social" from my daily agenda. My money supply? Still limited. My need for time? Even more stretched. And while taking some of my hardest classes yet, I'm supposed to find time to figure out what companies I would like to work for, apply for jobs, attend interviews, and make a final decision as to what I want to be when I grow up? Welp, college is a death sentence.
In the back of my mind, though, I've got some sense of ease; calmness. There has never been a time in my life that I didn't make it through, one way or the other. I'm not big on fate, when people say "what's meant to be will be." But I do believe in hard work and if you give enough of yourself to something...things really do start to come into place.
We all started college because the economy told us we had to if we had any dream of getting a decent job. We all started college because it was what we were told we should do, whether it was community, private university, public university, online classes, whatever. But college really becomes fun, when you decide for yourself, that it's what you WANT to do. I no longer dread sitting through another lecture. I want to go to class. I no longer dread reading that fine-print 3,000 page textbook. I want to read it. I no longer dread the 11-hour study sessions. As long as I have coffee and a butt-cushion for the kitchen chair, I want to ace that test. I want to continue learning for the rest of my life, because I enjoy it. Because it makes me feel good. Because I can. It took me two and a half years of higher education to figure this out, but I'm so glad I did.
Who would have guessed? Miss "I-don't-know-if-I-can-stand-another-four-years-of-boring-teachers-and-research-papers" is currently deciding on a second major. Welcome to year 5....because I want to.
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