Twitter made me who I am.

Twitter made me who I am

That probably sounds like a loaded claim, right? One more crazy social media obsessor, trying to find overt ways to justify our social media overuse. I know, the title’s a little “extreme.” Twitter isn’t the only thing that’s led me … Continue reading

Why Volunteer?

Earlier in the spring, I did my last Relay for Life event as a North Central College student. The Relay for Life is an event that groups can host to raise money for the American Cancer Society. I have seen more loss and heartache because of cancer than I like to admit, and following my own cancer scare I dove into awareness with a new fervor. At my fourth and final Relay for Life event at NCC, I raised over $1,200 for the American Cancer Society.

Taking a break in the wee hours of the morning, curled up in a blanket in the middle of a football field.

When one of my best friends, Joe, asked if I’d be interested in volunteering for another Relay for Life event this year, I agreed. Rather than raise money, though, we were donating our time and professional services as DJ’s through his blossoming company Rack Off and Rage. Continue reading

A Thank You to My Mentors

I have been ridiculously lucky.

You see, I’ve been fortunate enough to spend the last four years with some amazing folks who help to shape me into the human being and professional I am today. Friends, family, teachers, the list goes on. Many of these members of my personal community have stepped forward and taken on another title, one that I hold in very high esteem in my neurotic little corner of the universe: mentor.

In the last four years, I’ve had six paid internships. Each of these opportunities has happened because of one person (or more) deciding that I was worth their time, guidance, and hard work. And many of these mentors’ roles in my life spread beyond the realm of career development. Continue reading

Remembering 9/11…Family, Friends, and a Hard, Fast Lesson

I had no intention of writing about September 11. I was going to try and honor the people who lost their lives by reflecting on the reasons that I am glad to live in this country. I took time to feel profound gratitude for the sacrifices of the men and women who have since set foot in Afghanistan to end the terrorism that fueled the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. I wasn’t going to touch it.

I felt like with the outpouring of public emotion, it would be pointless to express my feelings and beliefs. So many people would be saying the same thing, probably much better than I could. However, I felt drawn to it. I think there is a sense of guilt that I have no done enough to memorialize lives lost on and because of 9/11. There is also a sense of duty, and a need to “verbalize” the complicated emotions I feel about this horrible holiday.

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