Life As I Know It, Traveling Chick

Nostalgia {x100}

This weekend, I road-tripped myself down to Nashville LIKE A BOSS. The hubs was out of town on a fun, long weekend, so I decided to bring the Pupster Ryman along with me for the ride. She loves playing with my in-laws’ mini-doxie, Minnie Pearl. While this photo is a bit deceiving, since it took her TWO HOURS to settle in, I just have to say how much I love this little bugger and how much I miss her. She’s staying the week with the in-laws and Ms. Pearl since we are planning to drive back down again on Easter weekend.


Once she arrived, she settled in quite happily to the sunshine of Tennessee, and her and Ms. Pearl got right to playing…

Nothing better than sunshine and barking at squirrels…
Two little rascals.

Meanwhile, I was in town for a Chapter Leadership Conference at Vanderbilt. Basically, all the presidents of the Vandy chapters across the country get together to share ideas and learn more about how to be ambassadors to our chapters. It’s a great time!! They put us up in a brand new hotel right across the street from my old college dorms. I stared out my window for a solid ten minutes thinking about all the wonderful times I had in those tall, ugly buildings. Junior and senior year… OH. Cue: I wish I could go back to college.

Oh, Towers.

The night before my graduation, my mom just could not understand why I wouldn’t want to stay in her hotel room instead of in my ugly dorm room, which had already been stripped of just about everything except my bedding, a lamp, and my graduation gown. I just couldn’t leave! I didn’t want to leave!! I was happy to graduate, but it was by far not a very joyous occasion. I was a “late bloomer” as far as college is concerned. Coming in as a naive freshman, it too me a year to get my bearings and another year to settle in. I mean, the first two years were great, but the SECOND TWO YEARS were AMAZING. And they were spent in those high-rise brick boxes pictured above.

The admissions building. The first building I remember seeing on my very first visit to VU.

Being back on campus this weekend felt so special. I worked for the university for the first five years of my career. I took for granted being there every single day. It was my work place more than my alma mater. Now that I’ve taken some space, coming back feels like I am truly revisiting the wonderful place of my 18-22-year-old-self, and I just can’t describe it. If you loved your college experience, then I think you know what I mean. Anyway, cheers to nostalgia, college, and the best of memories. I know that more amazing memories are coming down the road, but man, nothing will ever be quite like those four years. Am I right, or am I right?

Life As I Know It

I Wish I Could Go Back To College…

Today is Commencement Day.  And two years ago, that was me.  Crazy.

Do I wish I could go back and do it again?  Sometimes yes, sometimes no…I have to admit that life with a salary and a house has some major perks.  But I still relate to this song from Avenue Q.  And now and then, I like to think about all the fun and joy in the four years I had as an undergrad, in spite of the occasional obstacle.  So, amidst all the moving and change that is going on in my life right now, I just can’t help but get a little nostalgic over the really fun stuff…

I wish I could go back to college.
Life was so simple back then.
What would I give to go back and live in a dorm with a meal plan again!

I wish I could go back to college.
In college you know who you are.
You sit in the quad, and think, “Oh my God!
I am totally gonna go far!”

How do I go back to college?
I don’t know who I am anymore!
I wanna go back to my room and find a message in dry-erase pen on the door!

I wish I could just drop a class…
Or get into a play…
Or change my major…
I need an academic advisor to point the way!

We could be…
Sitting in the computer lab,
4 A.M. before the final paper is due,
Cursing the world ’cause I didn’t start sooner,
And seeing the rest of the class there, too!

I wish I could go back to college!
How do I go back to college?!

I wish I had taken more pictures.

But if I were to go back to college,
Think what a loser I’d be-
I’d walk through the quad,
And think
“Oh my God…


These kids are so much younger than me.”

–Avenue Q

Would you go back if you could?

Here’s a video in case you’re curious…

Life As I Know It

No longer a college girl, not yet a working girl.

I realized as I was walking into work today, after a long “winter break,” that I don’t feel like an 8-5 working girl.  I guess that’s technically what I am.  But I feel more like a college girl who happens to work.  A lot.  I don’t go to class, I don’t have homework, yet I don’t feel like my job defines my life as much as I expected it to.  I guess, in a way, this is a good thing.

I still have the friends I’ve had, I still have the family I love, I still have the interests, the hobbies, etc.  I still want a piano and want to improve my skill.  And, I’ve even taken up new hobbies to replace the time I used to spend studying.  So basically, I get to have the same friends, live in an awesome city, enjoy my supportive family, a steady income, and an endless bucket of things I can learn to do, and improve upon.  The only price I pay is plugging away eight hours a day.

And who cares about those eight hours anyway?  Each morning I get up early and feel like I am using my day wisely.  I pick an outfit from my ever-growing cute work wardrobe.  I make my lunch and drive to work with the other rushhour-ers and listen to my favorite radio station.  The morning isn’t so bad–the city looks pretty when the sun is coming up. 

And during the day?  Well, I’ve become pretty close with everyone in my office.  I’m getting good at my job and impressing people from time to time.  I love the university that I work for, and its mission.  I run all my errands on my lunch hour.  I’ve even set up my office space to be cozy, just the way I like it.  It’s not bad at all.

And after work I drive home with the other rushhour-ers, and how I LOVE throwing on comfy clothes, or meeting up with friends, or snuggling (or reading or crossword-puzzling) with my boyfriend, or cooking, or catching up on some crafty to-dos.  I enjoy these things so much more now that I’m not constantly pressured with deadlines.

Don’t get me wrong–I like routine, but it gets a bit old.  I look forward to the possibility of grad school to shake things up a bit.  We’ll see.  But for now, I’m okay being a college girl with job.

Life As I Know It

First Day of School

For the first time in 20 years, it’s the first day of school, and I am not invited.

I know that for the majority of our young lives, we complain about the first day of school.  Dread it, even.  And I always dreaded my dad’s yearly “first day of school picture” (sorry to break your heart, dad).  And I can hardly believe it’s been four years since my first day of college–and eight since the beginning of high school!  But I’ve always really loved school.  I love learning things that I’m interested in (key words: interested in), socializing with other students, being involved in all the activities school has to offer, and the overall act of creating goals and accomplishing them.  Being in school has always provided me with endless opportunities to grow, express, and challenge myself.

I hope that I will eventually find a job that accomplishes these same things.  It might take me going back for my master’s (which could be an awesome opportunity) and I know it will definitely take time, but I am confident that I can find the same fulfillment through other jobs and activities.  But for now, it’s just a matter of adjusting.

And for all of my friends out there, beginning their senior year (or junior, I guess) I have to encourage enjoying a cold brew with your roomates and suitemates after your first day.  It’s a great way to start off what is going to be a GREAT year!