Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
- Started my job! I counsel students, plan events, present workshops, and go to conferences. It's very fancy. Also, I eat all the time. No, seriously, I don't think a week has gone by that there hasn't been some kind of food event. My first day there was a party at the Dean of Student's House. I was all, haha! Watch out or I'll get used to this! And turns out, now I AM used to it. I've stopped preparing lunches almost entirely. One of the events I helped plan (and emcee!) was a fashion show to highlight appropriate business wear. Here is a picture of me on the runway:
- Item number two: I went to Disneyland waaaay too much! How can that be possible? Answer: It can't. But seriously, I go all the time. I think I've been every week for the last six weeks. People keep visiting! First it was the Kennards, and we all went to Club 33 (This deserves a post all on it's own, but probably won't get one.):
At some point I also met up with Jeff and Cole and Kelly, but they didn't even bother to take a picture with me, so I have nothing to show for it. Very sad. Basically I go to Disneyland a lot. Six year old me would have been ecstatic to hear this was in her future.
- Halloween happened! I went as Carmen Sandiego...a costume I'm extremely proud of but didn't bother to get a single picture of. So instead please enjoy this picture of me from last Halloween (weird face but great costume...amirite?):
- I don't know...there is a lot more, but this post is getting long, and I really do have to do my homework. Oh! I'm taking one more class. It's on Fridays. Friday nights. It's very sad. But! Almost over. Eh, I'll try to write something else at some point, ever. So until then here is one more picture of me and Alex at Club 33:
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
So I may or may not have mentioned (once or twice a minute all summer) that I was recently in graduate school. Since the very start of my program I knew I wanted to work on the college level. I did several things to make this happen, including adding a career counseling certificate to my course load, and diligently working to set up college internships. Initially I was planning on doing my first internship in the fall, but at the last minute, it fell through, and I instead ended up interning at a local middle school, the very middle school I once attended myself, and the very institution where I set my most impressive Oregon Trail score. (Trailblazer!) Next I planned an internship for the winter quarter, but again the placement fell through. Frustrated, I turned to my advisers, who assured me they would help me look for a place to do my final set of hours. I ended up working at a nearby high school, which ended up being probably my all time favorite work environment, so fantastic was the counseling team.
During this quarter, I saw a couple of college counseling jobs openings. I optimistically set about applying for these positions. I asked one of my professors for a letter of recommendation, and she agreed. When I went to pick the letter up, she sat me down and said: "I'm going to give you the letters, because it's you, but I need you to know that you're not getting these jobs." I assured her that I knew these were long shots, but that I had to try, no harm in trying, haha, and there's always a chance! "No. There really isn't a chance. I just don't want you to get your hopes up...It's just that it's pretty much impossible to get a college job unless you have connections to that school." Ok. That was a little discouraging, but honestly, nothing I didn't already know. I once again told her I knew the realities, and knew that in all likelihood I would be working at a high school come fall. "Oh no, there are no high school jobs. You aren't going to get a counseling job next year." Well sure it's a little bleak right now, but there's always hope..."Not really." Oh. Ok. "I mean, you haven't even done a college internship." I stared at her for a moment, wondering if perhaps she had forgotten that she had promised to help set one up for me. When I reminded her of that fact, she nodded her head, but then kind of dismissed it as pointless anyway. The honest truth is, Debbie Downer though she may have been, she was trying to help me. Trying to help me not become depressed by a fruitless job search later. By helping me to become depressed before the fruitless job search. Mission. Accomplished.
I was feeling very discouraged. I wondered what the point of the past two years had been if there was no job to show for it. And then a third internship fell through, and I began to wonder if she might be right, and I should just go apply at Walmart. I just might have, but truth be told I was feeling just the tiniest bit indignant with my professor, for telling me not to even have hope. Who was she to dictate what my future would be? Was she clairvoyant? And I began to feel ever so slightly stubborn about the whole thing. One morning I got the idea to just call every college career center within a fifty mile radius, community, cal state, private, ANYONE, and just see if I could find an internship by sheer force of will.
I called three. Two community colleges, and one small, rather prestigious college, which I contacted in a fit of "why not?!" and was turned down by all three. And by then I lost interest, because I don't actually like making phone calls and frankly it was a miracle that I made the ones that I did. I went back to feeling discouraged.
And then a funny thing happened, The Small Prestigious School called me back. It was their office manager, telling me that while they didn't usually accept interns, they were thinking about opening a position for a part time Career Counselor in the fall, and if I liked, I could send her my resume, and she would hold on to it.
That's how I felt. We stayed in contact, emailing back and forth over the months, keeping in touch about the status of the tenuous job posting. She emailed me the day the job was flown, and I applied that morning, which happened to be the morning I left for Catalina. We almost missed the ferry, but I was too scared that the job would be closed by the time I got back, and there was no internet on the island.
A month passed. No word. About this time I was agonizing about whether or not to go to Hawaii, when there was the possibility of missing out on interviews, and also, who goes on tropical vacations when they're unemployed? (Spoiler, I DO!) But the generosity of my mother, and my spirit of adventure got the better of me, and I booked my tickets. And right after that I found out that interviews would be the week of my Hawaiian vacation. I probably should have cancelled, but the ticket was already booked! And I didn't even know if I was going to GET an interview! So I kept my trip as planned, and as the weeks went by, and still I heard nothing, I figured I probably wasn't going to get an interview.
Irresponsible planning? Maybe. But God loves me, and went ahead and had them offer me an interview for the morning I was scheduled to leave. (I think that it is nice symmetry that I applied for the job the day I left for Catalina, and interviewed for the same job the day I left for Oahu. I should go to islands more often!)
Hooboy, what an interview it was. The whole thing lasted an hour and a half, I met with two different panels and an HR rep, for a total of seven people. I felt really good about the interview, I had strong answers to their questions, felt good connections to the people I spoke with, it was a great experience. Still, it was no guarantee, and I honestly had no idea whether or not I would get that job. But I felt very peaceful about the whole thing. I knew that I had done my best, and that what was meant to be was meant to be.
So I went to Hawaii! And I had a blast. And on the Thursday of my second week there, as I stood on a beach in Maui...I got. the. job.
YOU GUYS I WAS HOLDING A SNORKEL!!! It was just one of the best moments ever. And look, maybe it was just a series of coincidences that led me to this job, but I don't think so. I believe that those internships fell through for a reason, and that I was inspired to make that phone call that day. Why of all the schools to call, did I call that one? A school I had had ZERO contact with. This job is a dream come true, and it truly feels like it was tailor made for me. I feel blessed, and I feel lucky, and I feel so, SO incredibly grateful. I start August 16, and I actually can't wait.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
After careful thought and deep reflection, or at least carefully thinking about the possibility of deep reflection, I have decided to become a workaholic. I thought it best I inform you of this personally as I find this to be extremely life affirming. Workaholism seems like the best and easiest way to pay off my student loans that doesn't involve knocking off a gas station or preying on a recently widowed count with lots and lots of family money. Aslo, from what I can assertain from mainstream media, workaholics = adorable suits. I assume this will eventually put me in a position for a corporate takeover of some kind from which I will gain access to skull and bones type organization where we'll all wear formal attire (also adorable)and bungee jump off buildings. Once I've established myself as a corporate head hunter and recieved my commemorative if ethnically stereotypical spear, I'll have a mid-life crisis and marry a recently widowed count who just has lots and lots of family. I get lonely. Oh you may have your doubts..."Are you sure?" you might be asking right now, with a measure of tenative concern in your voice. The answer dear cousin, yes. I am sure. I can see your face now, disbelief, worry,anxiety,
apprehension, alarm, unease, trepidation, concern, amusment, laughter,enjoyment, delight, glee, hilarity, distraction, annoyance, irritation,anger, rage, fury, vengance, boredom, hunger...somewhere among these adjectives there is probably at least one word that fits your face right now. Unless its a poker face. Is it? What do you have?Cowboys? Sailboats? POCKET ACES??? STOP WATCHING CELEBRITY POKER SHOWDOWN HANNAH! OKAY! AND ALSO STOP HAVING CONVERSATIONS WITH YOURSELF MID EMAIL!!!! OK...ay. Hi Crystal. How are you? Was I saying something? Oh yes. I'm going to be a workaholic. Or a ninja.
---Countess Hannah McBeal, dragonslayer.
I love how back then I was thought I would be paying off my student loans. Wasn't I just the cutest? Also I feel it important to tell you that the original email was written in purple font. FOR WHAT REASON? I have no idea. Never in my life have I sent an email with anything but respectable black type. At least never in my life since I was fifteen. These are the things that keep me up at night. That and the workahol.
Friday, March 5, 2010
I remember when Emily came home from this random trip up to Washington and Canada back in 2004. She had met this boy...and friends? She had fallen hard. Basically from the moment she met Joey Versace, Emily knew this was the guy. Being a very altruisitic sort of girl, I helped her plan the seduction. The plan went like this:
Step 1: Joey and Emily watch the complete Buffy the Vampire series together on DVD.
Step 2: While watching Buffy, Joey falls in love with Emily.
Step 3: Joey and Emily get married!
Best. Plan. Ever. Amirite? Have you ever tried not falling in love while watching Joss Weadon? IMPOSSIBLE. No seriously, that was the plan, and jokes on you suckers! Because as of January 3rd of this year, Emily and Joey have officially begun work on step 3!
And here, my friends, is where you come in. Emily and Joey entered the Crate and Barrel Ultimate Wedding Contest, and are competing for a chance to win $100,000 for their dream wedding. So go vote for them! All you have to do is click on this here little link, and click vote! Let's work together to get me the diamond bridesmaids dress I've always dreamed of!
In all seriousness, these two are going to be happy no matter where, when or how they get married. But I know they would love to be able to have all their family and friends to be able to come and celebrate with them, and I can't think of another couple who deserve it more. These are two of the most generous awesome people I have ever met. Athough Joey has never even offered to do my math homework.
So go vote for them, and then come back here and tell me what your dream wedding would include. Mine involves Hugh Jackman parachuting in and leading the guests in an elaborate musical number, like on the Oscars, but more weddingy and with less Anne Hathaway. And then he marries me. What does yours look like?
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Also, is there a condition under which you would say yes, but other wise no deal? For example: "I'd go if I could call home and talk to my family, but if not then I'd stay home." or "I'll go if Hugh Jackman is there, but otherwise FORGET IT."
And Finally, when you went home, do you think you would be allowed to take rocks and stuff as souvenirs? Or is it like a national park?
No YOU spent to much time on NASA.gov today!