Why I’ll Donate Money to My Alma Mater, Even If I’m in Debt Because of It

Remember the first letter you receive from your college after you graduate?  Yeah, you know the one.  They say congratulations, and then only a short time later, they’re asking for donations.  “Why should I?“ you probably thought whenever you read it.  I would be lying if I said that I didn’t think that at first, too.  But after reflecting on my four years at my small liberal arts college hidden within the hills of West Virginia, I changed my mind and attitude about donating, and gained a whole new perspective and appreciation of my Alma Mater.

It Gets Better

You may not always end up where you thought you were going, but you will always end up where you are meant to be. – Unknown.

Over these past few months, my life has taken many unexpected twists and turns.  When I reflect back on a year ago, it’s amazing to see how much I’ve grown and learned about myself within those twists and turns.  For instance, I was just a recent college grad who was struggling to make money as a server for a catering company at this time last year.  To anyone struggling at the moment, it’s important for you to know that it gets better.

It was about this time last year when I received an internship and a freelance writing position, both online, to help me move forward with my dreams.  The internship was short-lived (I learned quickly it wasn’t for me), but the freelance writing filled my heart with happiness as I was finally getting paid to do something that I love.

In December, I was on the phone with my dad hysterically crying about my life and how it was anything but what I expected life to be life after graduating.  I was physically worn out from working insane hours during the Holiday season at the catering company, and stressed due to the lack of articles the freelance writing company was giving me (I later found out they were going in a different direction with their freelance writing- but not before I sent them an e-mail a month later asking if they forgot about me.  Poor professionalism in my personal opinion.).  Sure, the part time job with bi-weekly paychecks and lenient bosses who approved of almost any time off that you requested was incredibly nice.  The hours, however, were not, especially in the slow periods of the year.  During the hustle and bustle of the fast-paced Christmas season, I knew that I needed to find a new path and as soon as possible.

My dad has always been one with words, and he gave me some great advice after listening to me cry for an hour.  He told me that I’m only 22.  I have my whole life ahead of me.  Accepting a job outside of my immediate field right away isn’t necessarily a bad thing- not only will I have a more solid paycheck, but I’ll be gaining experience.  He explained that I’m still young enough to get a job doing what I would like to do, as long as I never let it out of my sight and continue to work towards it.  Being so young allows a multitude of opportunities to present themselves as long as I’m willing to keep an open mind.  And that’s what I did.

It was then that I started creating multiple paths for myself.  I applied to Grad School, various jobs, and looked into employment agencies.  By February of this year, I had two interviews lined up through an employment agency and I was accepted into Grad School for a Master’s Degree in English.

The only way I could afford Grad School was if I received a Graduate Assistantship position.  Then, if I accepted one, the Grad School I was accepted to only paid a slim stipend of a maximum of $4,000 or $5,000 per year.

I never heard back about GA positions until May, when I already accepted a temp-to-hire position as a transcriptionist with a law firm in my area.  I debated whether I should accept it, but considering working part-time wasn’t cutting it anymore, I had to make the decision fast.  I compared the $4,000 to $5,000 stipend to my hourly wage, and taking the transcription position over going back to school seemed like the right path for me to travel down.

It’s now only a short-time later at the law firm and I’m full-time with benefits, and on top of that, two weeks ago I received my first “promotion.”  I’m no longer a transcriptionist- I’m now a legal secretary!  On top of that, the part of the firm I’m working with is a small medical malpractice who merged with us in May and are some of the greatest coworkers I’ve ever had.  It seems like it can’t get any better, right?

Wrong.  One of the attorneys in the med malpractice firm is not only encouraging me to follow my dreams as a journalist; he’s helping me find a way there.  A few days ago, he met with me and told me straight up that he wants me to do something that I actually love to do, not live day by day.  He told me that somehow he would help get me there, as long as I don’t mind being patient.  He has already presented an opportunity to me that could definitely help my future as a writer, but I don’t want to jinx anything before I know if it’s possible.

On top of all of the achievements in my professional world, my personal life has been getting better every day. I never thought I would fall in love with someone, especially at a young age, because of how self-conscious I was by always comparing myself to others.  I never thought my life would get any better in this aspect, but two years and some months ago, I was proven wrong all because a silly boy who was completely intoxicated just happened to land beside me on a couch at a sorority formal.

Fast forward to May 2015, when I went back to my Alma Mater to see my now boyfriend of two years graduate with both my family and his.  It was a great day as I was seeing old friends and faculty who will forever hold a special place in my heart.  Little did I know it was about to get better.

At my graduation, it hailed in 60 degree weather.  At my boyfriend’s graduation, it decided to downpour for a solid fifteen minutes which started shortly after he walked across the stage to receive his diploma.  We all ran for cover into the corridor of the main building on campus, called “Old Main.”  (Picture the outside corridors in Harry Potter– shout out to this blogger for capturing this beautiful view.)  I didn’t pay any mind to everyone gathering around me; I assumed it was all because of the rain, and that it was crowded because of the plethora of alumni, faculty, staff, family and students who had to somehow fit in the space to be sheltered from the storm.

Kyle ran to find his aunt who was lost in the sea of people, but I thought nothing of it because I knew we were all going out to eat after his graduation.  I spoke to my Alpha Xi Delta sisters and friends and family who were surrounding me about the rain, and how ironic it was that two years in a row we had awful weather for graduation.

Next thing I know, I see Kyle running up to me with a nervous expression on his face until he said my name.

“Emily,” he said as he got down on one knee.  “This is not how this was supposed to go because the rain ruined everything but I love you….will you marry me?”

I bawled.

Cried of happiness for a solid ten minutes.  Shaking and smiling and my stomach bursting with butterflies because I was overjoyed.

He made me the happiest girl in the world that day, and continues to make me happier every day that we’re together.  He’s one of a kind, that’s for sure.

Nothing about our relationship has been conventional, and that makes it all the better.  The fact that everything was so rushed and so quick- it was absolutely perfect.  He later told me during our long four hour drive home his actual plan- to propose by the fountain, his elaborate speech that he had been mentally preparing for days, weeks, months.  Everyone congratulated us afterwards and told me how they all knew for months, some even for as long as a year.  Even though I know I’m still young and that I have my whole life ahead of me, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that Kyle is the perfect guy for me.  I feel even luckier to find him at such a young age because that just means that I have longer to spend with him.

I’m thankful to have someone who pushes all of my insecurities aside, who makes me feel like the most loved person in the world, who will do anything for me, who makes me laugh almost every moment we’re together, who listens and gives so much to anyone and everyone around him without asking a thing in return and who proves to me every day that it/life gets better.

Here’s a picture of the fountain where he was going to propose (not taken by me- found on Google):

To anyone who is struggling to find a job after graduation, who is bothered by their self-image, or is upset about anything else in life- it does get better.  I hope my story (and update on my life) can be accepted as proof.  If you would have told me two years ago that I would be working at a law firm while living with my fiance in an apartment in a town two hours from where I was born and raised, I wouldn’t have believed you, and I probably would have laughed.  However, I’m realizing now that, at this moment, this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

Throwback Thursday: Getting my little

Last week, I blogged about getting my bid to Alpha Xi Delta.  For today, in honor of big/little being tomorrow at my sorority, I’m going to write about getting my little.  Next week will be about getting my big!

From the moment that my little’s pledge class joined the house, I knew who I wanted to be my little.  It’s someone who I bonded with the most and who I just thought would be absolutely perfect.  We clicked from Day 1.  So, I went home for Spring Break and bought so many things for her, including a cute robotic dog (like a furreal pet or something) to give to her because she always asked everyone if she could get a puppy.  I made her a bunch of signs trying to lead her in random directions.  I almost gave it away because we both connected over loving “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” but I just told her that I told her big that she loved that book.

Anyway, big little comes and I’m scanning the house trying to find a good place to hide.  I gave her clues to find me, and I sent her into the direction of my cube and told her to “look up.”  It took her about five-ten minutes (bless her heart) to find me, but when she did she got so excited and told me to “jump down big, I’ll catch you!”  If you look at my face in the picture above, I’m clearly rethinking everything.  I thought she was kidding and I asked everyone who was around (including my big who is in the picture at the bottom) and finally I got a ladder, but my little really wanted me to jump into her arms so she could catch me.

Regardless, I got down and then the picture that you see as the featured image happened!  Every time we see each other, after a long break or whatever the situation, we always tackle each other just like in the featured image.  She will forever be my favorite and I’m so lucky to have her in my life!

Here’s a picture of me and my little, along with my cousins (or something) in my family!

If you’re in a sorority/fraternity, how did you get your little?

Throwback Thursday: Getting my Bid

“People ask why I’m in a sorority and I try to explain all the things a sorority is that they cannot see.  A sorority is more than just letters on a sweatshirt, I say.  More than traditional songs, a gold pin, rituals, an obligation, or a way of life.  A sorority is learning about people, a sorority is giving without expecting a return.  A sorority is earning respect from others, as well as for yourself.  A sorority will not solve all your problems.  But I have made good friends and found confidence there to help me take life one step at a time.”

-Unknown

 

I recently wrote a post about how karate changed my life for the better, but my sorority also positively changed my life.  Yes, I’m one of those girls you could have seen on campus proudly wearing letters pretty much every day.  I’m one of those girls who always traveled in a pack (We were jokingly called “the birds” because we “flocked everywhere together”) of girls, no matter if it was to an event on campus, to class, or to dinner.  I was one of those girls who would drive a car packed full of girls or ride in a packed car of girls by laying across my sisters’ laps in the back seat just to make it to the cafeteria on campus and save gas. (Side note: My campus was tiny so this was hardly dangerous and it took two minutes to get from the sorority house to the cafeteria. We also did this to carpool because our cafeteria parking lot was tiny.)

But like the quote says above, a sorority is so much more than its image and its public symbols.  And that’s why I want to talk about my bid night for this throwback Thursday.  It was one of the happiest days of my life, and I’ve never regretted taking the bid once.  It’s easily one of my favorite college memories, and I’m fortunate for having such an amazing college experience because of those women who wanted me to be a part of their sisterhood.

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I remember telling my parents, my friends and my family that I was going to go through formal recruitment only a few days before it started my Freshman year in the Spring semester.  Naturally, I had many people who supported me as well as some others who were a little reluctant with my decision and even some who criticized me (though those friendships still remain intact so everything worked out wonderfully in the end).  But that never faltered my decision.

I would be lying if I wasn’t encouraged to become Greek due to shows like Greek (on ABC family…forever one of my favorite shows. Cappie over Evan, obviously) and even movies like House Bunny and Sydney White.  I obviously knew that those movies didn’t always portray realistic situations, but I liked the idea of being a part of something that creates a whole; to create some of my best college memories with a house full of girls who I knew I’d always be able to run to no matter what the case.

I decided to go through with it in January, however, and never attended informal recruitment events in the fall.  Most of the sororities know by the Fall which girls they want to become their sisters, and most freshmen and independent women have an idea of which girls they fit in with the best.  I didn’t have that opportunity.  I definitely went in it blindsided which was definitely nerve wracking.

I was actually incredibly sick during recruitment, too.  I barely made it to Pref Night, which if you’re in a sorority I know you understand how important that round of Formal Recruitment is.  I had over a 100 degree fever on Thursday and slept all day to try to make myself feel better for Pref.  I took so much medicine thanks to the school nurse (Shout out to Momma Carol, who is not only an amazing woman, but who also turned out to be a wonderful adviser for my sorority as well) and by 5 p.m. I was feeling well enough to shower and get myself ready to go to the two houses I decided to visit for the final night.  Bless my recently new friend Katie/my recruitment buddy (and the girl that I would find out a day later would become my sorority sister) who offered me all of the tissues in her purse when she saw me and noticed how sick I was.  If it wasn’t for her, I would have been snotting all over the place, which is hardly the impression I wanted to make.  She was being “sisterly” even before she became my sister.

After a long week of meeting so many girls and seeing so many skits and philanthropies, it was finally Friday.  I was relieved.  After seeing so many houses, I knew exactly where I wanted to be.  Two houses were very, very close in how much I liked them, but I knew the one I felt the most comfortable in.  I knew the one that felt like home.  I knew the one where those girls weren’t just friends; they were sisters.

So, I was finally sitting in a theater full of eager freshman women who were awaiting their bids, their sisters, their families.  When my name was called, I told Katie good luck (we were obviously sitting right next to each other) and I went to the person in charge of Greek life (I won’t mention her name. She was honestly terrible at her job and messed up a lot of people’s bids..although she got mine right) and received my bid from her.  I immediately accepted and ran out the side door of the theater into the welcoming arms of my new Alpha Xi Delta sisters.  Double blue and gold everywhere.  Girls with obnoxious face paint on their face proudly showing off their colors.  I received a fake pink rose (I would receive a real one later) which I would later find out was our beautiful flower. (Side note: totally learned that was our flower during Recruitment Week, but everything happened so fast that it was honestly a blur.)  I was finally home.

And then the fun happened.  Of course, going out to my sisters and getting so welcomed and feeling so loved was a lot of fun, but it was finally the part that I was waiting for.  The last few girls came out to their groups of sisters waiting for them (including Katie, and I obviously freaked out when I found out she was my sister), and then it was time.  Time to run.  It’s tradition at my college to run down the hill by the theater (they recently changed this due to fear of injury) and run to the Greek Hill Stairs to the rest of your sisters awaiting restlessly on the steps.  During this time, all of the Greeks on the stairs are chanting, screaming, singing, dancing, and talking, all while wearing their colors for their sorority or dressed ridiculously. (for example, one of my sisters wore a Pooh suit.  Yes.  Winnie the Pooh.)

So as I ran down the hill, I was somewhere in the middle of the group with Katie, and I kept saying “I SHOULDN’T HAVE WORN JEANS. I SHOULDN’T BE RUNNING. I’M SICK” all between coughs.  I later found out that the rest of my pledge class was sick, too, and our pledge class name was something about the plague or being sickly or something along those lines.

After getting into the house, we took a bunch of different pictures. Pictures of groups of girls who were lavaliered, girls by grade, girls by pledge class, etc.  We learned songs to sing to the frats which we obviously did later that night when they came with their new pledges to our house.  We introduced ourselves to everyone (in case there was anyone missing during the rest of the week) and said why we joined Alpha Xi.  We stayed up late just talking about everything while eating super unhealthy.  It was everything I wanted in a house.

It was a wonderful experience, and I love reflecting back on that night and to where I am now and how far I’ve come.  I’m very lucky to be a part of something so wonderful, and even though I’ve graduated and I’m far away from my Alma Mater, my house, my pledge class, and this memory will forever be in my heart.

 

(My bid night picture of all of my sisters)

 

“Remember Alpha Xi Delta, remember when you’re away….”

 

**Note: The featured image was actually posted by Katie on her Instagram page and it looks at our pledge class picture every year.  It goes Freshman year (top left), sophomore year (top right), junior (bottom left), senior (bottom right).  Our pledge class slowly got smaller due to a few deactivating and a few graduating, but we loved recreating our freshman picture each year and make fun of ourselves because we never knew how to stand.  The sophomore year picture is different only because every year the sophomore class builds a pyramid for their pledge class picture.**

Thankful Tuesday: Being able to run

“Running is the greatest metaphor for life, because you get out of it what you put into it.”

-Oprah Winfrey

I’m going to admit that I take having the ability to walk/run for granted.  It’s one of those things that I’ve always been able to do, so I’ve never thought twice about it.  I also complain about running all the time, and I’m trying to get better with how much I complain each day and what I complain about.  In this case, I should be happy that I have the ability to walk because some people have disabilities and are unable to walk for a variety of reasons.

The featured image is a picture of my sorority family supporting me at my home meet at one point during my college cross-country career.  I was never one of the top competitors (I’m gonna be honest, I’m not very fast); I honestly ran because of my teammates who became some of my best friends and also to stay in shape.  But the reason I started running when I was in middle school was because I loved it and it made me feel so healthy.

During my Freshman year of college, I didn’t do any sports.  Prior to this, I ran competitively in 11th and 12th grade and also in 7th and 8th grade.  But when I was a freshman, I was very unhealthy; I ate a lot of fast food and didn’t exercise any whatsoever because I wanted to be able to manage my college workload without having to worry about sports.  I wanted to change that, so I joined the cross country team in college.

I had a great time with my college cross country team and all of them, along with my coach, pushed me to do my absolute best.  My first year in collegiate running, my coach pushed me ridiculously hard and I was already PRing by September (before hurting my ankle).

Regardless, during my time as a collegiate runner, I often complained about running and having to go to practice everyday, but I miss that atmosphere.  I almost miss having to plan everything around my running schedule versus the other way around.

I recently got a gym membership so I would start working out more often, especially in the winter when it’s too cold for me to run outside (I can’t breathe when it’s too cold), but lately I haven’t been able to run because of always having so much to do.  This week I started my new job and now I’m too exhausted to run (yes, excuses I know), so I have to wait until I get more comfortable in my routine so that I’m not too exhausted and end up having bad workouts.

Anyway, running is my favorite outlet to manage stress and it always feels good to have a good workout, so I can’t wait to get back into it!  I honestly miss running as much as I used to so I’m going to try to change that!

Making creative strides

“The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul.”

– Elder Uchtdorf

The Return of the King

Not only does this subtitle happen to be a title of one of my favorite films, but it’s also conveniently my last name.  I’m basically royalty (except not even in the slightest).

Anyway…hello, readers!  My name is Emily!  After a long hiatus from writing, I figured it’s finally time to jump back on the saddle and that explains why I’m currently writing this post to all of you.

Now you’re probably wondering the following questions:

1. Why are you blogging?
2. What are you going to blog about?
3. How often are you planning on blogging?
4. Why do you like writing?
5. How did you come up with your blog name?
6. Can you tell me a little bit more about yourself?

Let’s jump right in so I can happily answer all of those questions for you!

1. Why are you blogging?

Whenever I was a young girl, my sister and oldest brother both showed me completely made up stories they had created on a whim.  They inspired me to get in touch with my own creative side and I soon began creating stories about love, loss, and the hardships people face in every day life.  This passion has never gone away, though it has dulled.  Lately (quite honestly this feeling- or lack there of- has been around since I graduated high school in 2010), I’ve been feeling less inspired and less creative, so much so that one of my best friends bought me books not only on journalistic writing (a reminder to never give up on my dreams) but also on writing prompts to help my brain focus on my passion again.  This blog, though it’s mainly personal and it will most likely have a large variety of topics of things that I want to talk about, will help me get back in touch with my creative side and, in turn, help me grow as a writer.  I’m not doing this in order to gain a large following.  I’m doing this to find myself, to work on my writing, to become a better person, and to do the thing I love the most every single day of my life.  Life is too short to not be doing what you love.

2. What are you going to blog about?

Believe it or not, my tagline for my blog answers this question.  It reads as follows:

A Personal Blog with an Agenda

Lately, I’ve been inspired to create a blog that talks about my life.  Many people probably don’t care about my life, and I can’t blame you since I’m a complete stranger.  But my hope is that through this journey, you’ll be able to either somewhat relate or laugh about at least one of my posts.

The “agenda” portion for my blog comes from me deciding to structure this blog with specific topics each day in order to keep me focused and on top of my writing.  It’s a sort of challenge- week after week, I’ll have the same “prompt,” if you will, but I’ll need to change up my writing to make it more interesting or even keep coming up with topics for each thing.  I’m hoping this will get the creative juices flowing.  The agenda is as follows:

1. Sunday: Sunday News/Special Sunday
   • This is my journalistic bone jumping out.  I’ll cover top news from the previous week that I find intriguing (to be completely honest, it may just be celebrity news or it could be world news, depending on how I’m feeling).  Or it could be news for that upcoming week, or news in my life!  I’m also allowing leeway on this day, which is why it’s also called “Special Sunday.”  Now Special Sunday means that I could either interview someone on a specific topic, or I could write about whatever I want to that doesn’t fall under any of the categories below.  In other words, it could be a “free write” day, if that’s what I choose to do with it.
2. Monday: Monday Lit Circle
   • This day will probably be one of my favorites, naturally.  I absolutely love reading.  I love it almost as much as writing.  But like writing, I haven’t done very much reading as of late.  My hope is that this day encourages me to read more often.  I will either cover a novel in whole that I have read recently, talk about one of my favorite novels in general, or cover a chapter per week of a book I’m currently reading and asking you (Yes, you!) for feedback on the chapter or book.  In other words, I would love for you to join along in the literary circle (basically a book club) or put your two cents in on something I’ve said.  I encourage feedback.
3. Tuesday: Thankful Tuesday
   • There have been many times in my life where I’ve taken something in my life for granted and I’ve only realized when it was too late.  On Tuesdays, I hope to write about something in my life that I’m thankful for.  Being thankful isn’t just for Thanksgiving; it’s a full-time job.  I have a lot to be thankful for and I would love to recognize them more often by sharing those things with you every Tuesday.
4. Wednesday: Writing Prompt Wednesday
   • This goes back to the awesome prompts book one of my best friends gave to me when I was feeling down. I have a thousand different prompts to choose from, so each Wednesday will be a completely different topic.  I’m super excited for this day because this is a day when I’ll get to be completely creative by making new characters and new worlds.
5. Thursday: Throwback Thursday
   • On this day, I’m going to share a memory from my past with you.  It may be a good memory or a bad memory, but hopefully something in what I say to you will click with you and you’ll realize you can relate to my life just as I can relate to so many other people.  Sometimes it’s nice knowing that people around the world go through the same things you do, and suddenly you don’t feel entirely alone.  I would love feedback on these days saying how you relate to my memory or maybe how you can’t but you would like to share a memory from your past.
6. Friday: Friendly Friday
   • Now friendly Fridays could involve many different things.  It could be me writing about a memory I have about one of my friends (nothing personal on their behalf! I wouldn’t put them in that situation where everyone on the internet knows their business without their consent), a situation I happened to be in with one during the previous week (or anytime in my life, really), boasting about something great one of my friends did, or maybe about a time when I was super friendly toward a stranger/saw someone be friendly to a stranger.  It could even be about advice I’ve given a stranger/a friend or about advice that I’ve received.
7. Saturday: Storytelling Saturday
   • Finally, the last day is all about storytelling.  Yes, I’ve told many stories throughout the week already, BUT this day is different.  My hope (and if I fail at this or even slack off in the slightest, I give anyone reading this full permission to yell at me to get me to work harder) is to write a chapter of a continuous story each day until I finish it.  Yes, you read that right.  A chapter of a unique story that I created completely on my own without the help of those 1,000 prompts.  I’m doing this because my ultimate goal when I was younger was to become an author of a story and I’ve never given up on this dream.  I think by doing a chapter each week and posting it on Saturday for all of you to read, not only will I gain valuable and constructive criticism, but I’ll be one step closer to reaching my dream of being a published author.

**As a side note, there may be days where I post more than once with a random topic if I feel like it.

3. How often are you planning on blogging?

Every. Single. Day.

4. Why do you like writing?

I’ve included this question because many people I know absolutely loathe writing and I honestly have no idea how!  I love writing because sometimes I have a hard time saying what I feel.  I think I can write down my feelings a lot easier than saying them.  Sometimes I just can’t find the right words except for when I’m writing.  I also like having the ability when writing short stories to have complete control over the characters and what happens to them.  I guess I like this because I only have so much control over my own life, and it makes me feel better knowing what will happen in my characters’ lives because I don’t know what will happen in mine.

5. How did you come up with your blog name?

The Harry Potter series introduced me into the magical world of reading.  That series was my childhood and I’m forever grateful for reading it because it has made me who I am today.  That being said, the word “pensieve” comes from Harry Potter.

“I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one’s mind, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one’s leisure. It becomes easier to spot patterns and links, you understand, when they are in this form.”

– Albus Dumbledore

This blog is a way to pour all of my thoughts, ideas, and feelings I have on my past, my present and my future, and on any other things that I end up writing about.  And through this pensieve I hope to better understand myself and my writing style.

6. Can you tell me a little bit more about yourself?

Absolutely!  I’m a twenty-two year old recent graduate from a small liberal arts school with a communications degree and a German minor.  I haven’t had the best job in the last seven months since I’ve graduated but I recently accepted a new position at a great company and I’m looking forward to my future there and where that will lead me in the years to come.  That job I accepted isn’t what I want to be doing, but I know it’s just a small stepping stone until I get there.

I’m also an animal lover!  I rescued my beloved pitbull Balboa from the humane society nearly two years ago and he’s the biggest sweetheart I know.  For any of you pitbull haters out there, how can you hate this face?

He loves laying in bed with me.  And here I am cuddling with him on Christmas:

Anyway, I’m also a proud sister of Alpha Xi Delta and I support Greek life.  I’m currently in a relationship with the best guy I’ve ever known for almost two years.  In my spare time you can usually catch me watching Criminal Minds, listening to music, or running.  I love traveling, and the most notable places I’ve been to are San Francisco, London, Oxford, Windsor, and Germany.  Right now my life is pretty great and I really can’t complain.

Sorry for the obnoxious length of this first post, but hey I told you I love writing!

Until tomorrow, readers!

 

P.S.- One last note: Please feel free to comment on any of this. Tell me about your day, what you like writing about, where you’ve traveled to, what your degree is in, what your favorite show is to watch on netflix, your thought on pitbulls, the reason behind your blog name, your favorite book or book series, or your thought on Greek life!  I would love to hear your thoughts.