One year down.. What?!

I sat down to write this post-first-year-of-grad-school reflection on multiple instances, but each time I was distracted by a whirlwind of graduation parties, Netflix shows calling my name, sunny day outings, and figuring out what to do with all of this “free time” I suddenly had come upon.

So here I am, with fifteen minutes left in my lovely 4-hour summer work day, I found this a highly appropriate time to pause and take a moment to figure out what this past year has meant for me:

While talking on the phone with a friend in the program the other day, I reaffirmed for myself three things: 1) I am surrounded by incredible people, 2) I have more people to call friends than I give them credit for, and 3) I have truly started to figure myself out.

IMG_5000I’ll start with that third one… When I moved here to start my grad program, I had only just begun to start conceptualizing what my identity as a professional even looks like on me. I have discovered that it looks basically like what I have been doing, just more on top of due dates and showing up on time to meetings. I have chosen to try and figure out a plan for a professional identity that doesn’t sacrifice my spirit for learning from mistakes, for wanting to bring enthusiasm to a job, and for desiring to be around only those who love their job (or at least can love it most of the time). Most importantly I do not ever want to show up to an interview and appear to be something that I cannot maintain over a long period of time. I’d probably get fired really fast if I acted like I was some on-top-of-it-all 24-7, organized student affairs professional with a lot of practical experience. As of right now, I am only those things some of the time. I’m working on that last one, but as of right now, I can totally sell each of my semester long internships (shout-out to IUPUI Housing & ResLife, UVM Residential Education Team, and Champlain College’s LEAD Program).

As for the feeling of interpersonal connectedness that I felt I was so wholly missing last semester, it has since begun to manifest. Slowly but surely I have a small, but sturdy, network of people that I have grown to trust here at UVM. I keep coming into new places believing what people have told me my whole life: that I am a social person, a stereotypic extrovert through and through, a people-person. While all this is true, I tend to forget to take care of myself while trying to be that “always-on” person.

ImageWhat I have learned from this experience so far is that I need to go for a few hard workouts every week. I need to drink a lot of water. I need to embrace my disdain for large group functions. And I need to take more bubble baths.

The month that I took at least 2 bubble baths a week was a game-changer. It is the only time of day where I can guarantee that I won’t be worrying about school, money, or my job expectations. And that’s HUGE. Especially for a grad student.

Two things have happened that will make some of those worries a little bit easier to handle this coming year.

1. I got a job with one of the sororities on campus to be a House Director. In short, I live-in (fo’ free) and handle their food budget (grocery shopping) and any facility issues (don’t drink in my house or break anything!).

2. I have “done this” already. I survived year one of graduate school and am this much closer to being allowed to work on college campuses (and get paid well for it) forever. Or for however long I can handle 18-24 year-olds.

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So all in all, despite the hours I spent on literature reviews, reading theories, and plowing through textbooks, and despite the gallons of tears I cried, and the days spent moping, I learned so much about how to keep happy and take care of myself, rather than always putting others first.

I will always have a place for acknowledgments in my life, but I can’t let someone else write my own story.

As always,
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Your Stories Matter!

The first two posts are up under “Your Stories Matter”!!!

From Brit on not getting what you want and Matt on being a Bostonian.

 

Keep writing, world!

 

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I want to hear YOUR story

So, if you’ve read ANY of my blog posts, you’ll know that they’ve been all about, well, me. 

It’s hard to write a blog about somebody else! (Not that I’ve tried :P )

Anyways, now it’s YOUR turn. If you know me well (or even a little bit), you know that I am a sucker for peoples’ stories. Their stories of success, failure, humiliation, losses, opportunities, disappointment, and passions. I want to hear them. I want this blog to be able to relate to ANYone; so I need your help.

I know a number of you have had amazing/not-amazing experiences. I would like to empower you to write about one (or more) or those experiences in a short (under 1,000 words) essay along the lines of “what I wish I knew about ____” I’m thinking categories like the following will emerge:
being an RA
losing someone
relationships
dating
moving away
staying close to home
commuting
living in the “dorms”
campus dining
staying healthy
college sports
parties
Greek life
professors
essays
classes
theses
reading
balancing a social life
grad school
applying to college/grad school
finding your passion
staying connected with old friends
graduating
being white
being NOT white :)
etc..

Thanks so much. I love all of you and your unique voices. I want to hear and share them all!

Please submit them to girlinlike@live.com or message me on Facebook.

Looking forward to hearing from you all!!! <3

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Graduate School Papers

These papers can be tough, but they can also be enjoyable. Such is the one I am working on currently: define and theorize about a “critical incident” in your undergraduate career.
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I have to say that I’m glad I kept this blog. I started it right after the critical incident occurred.

I started it during the spring semester of my first year of college, right after the metaphorical rug of identity was pulled out from under me. Having quit basketball and gotten shoulder surgery that winter break, my forseeable future was unclear, unathletic, and rainy, since I had chosen to spend my college years in the gray Pacific North West.
But somehow I got through it.
I dove into writing.
I dove into school.
And friendships and coffee and a life far richer than I could have imagined.
I drank beer, I stayed up late; kissed boys, crossed lines, and, for the most part, stayed out of trouble.

I lived.

I quit something and then I allowed myself to not know who I was for a little bit.
It took a summer of bright lights and rave culture to show me who I was, and when I returned to school, I did something bold: I joined the crew team.
I took a chance on myself.
I trusted in my mind, body, and soul to get me through my sophomore year.

And it did.

And I lived.

This paper that I’m embarking on will be a less poetic, more theoretical, and a slightly scholarly version of the above.

So on I will write,
Reflective-Girl in Like

Okay, fine: My REAL Resolution

I want to be kinder to my body (physically and mentally).

1) Stop feeling guilty for wanting to be lazy at the end of a long week.
2) Get physical twice a week! (This seems easy, but on my schedule, trust me… it’s not)
3) Stress Less by tackling manageable tasks as they come up
4) Trying not to pass up things that take 5 minutes or less to do (e.g. dishes, starting laundry, etc.) (via http://www.happiness-project.com/)
5) FLOSSING!!! Keeping my tooths and gums strong and healthy!

That’s that.
Basic.
Achievable.
Yet challenging.

Bring it on.

One month in, I have my New Year Resolution!

It is February 1st. One full month into the newest year of my life.
Five months until the start of the 23rd year of my life.
Three weeks into the 2nd semester of grad school.
And miles away from financial stability or my high school weight.

So, I decided to make my resolution on things that are more realistic than getting out of debt or working out for 2 hours a day 6 days a week.

Grad students just don’t have that kind of time! 
Nor do I have that kind of money… pssh.. who pays off student loans? Pssh.

So, I saw this cool blog post about how to sneakily save $1,300 over the course of the year. It starts with depositing $1 increments each week: $1 now, $2 in a week, $3 a week after that, and then $4…….. you get it… by the last month, it’ll be a little more annoying–you’ll put away $49, then $50, then $51… ugh… then $52… but then.. but THEN you’ll have over $1,300 more than last year in your savings account!

That means, if I succeed, I will have $1,300!!! (‘Cause last year I had $0… get it?)

 

Anyways, I’m probably going to last about 3 months. But I’m excited.

On a different resolutionary note, I resolved to read 1 book a week. I have read 1.5 and I am 4 weeks in. I kind of rock at resolutions.

52 Books in a Year

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Inspired by my own lack of reading for pleasure and a friend’s feat of this very project last year, I decided to embark on this literary journey myself.

I am going to read, or attempt to read, 52 books.

That’s 1/week on average.

I’ve got one down already and three halfway done with.

Apparently I’m a scattered reader. Hopefully this will end that.

I’ll keep posting to keep you updated, but the previous post was for my first book, Fifty Shades Freed.

Until next read/idea/problem/complaint/great moment,

Girl-in-Like with books

Why I Chose to Read Fifty Shades of Grey

Why I Chose to Read Fifty Shades of Grey

Well, seeing as at the time it was becoming the hottest book on e-readers and I had heard mom’s were the most likely buyers, I decided to get to it before my mom could… y’know… just to make sure it was kosher.

Well it’s not. But it is. Gosh, it’s like that part in Titanic where people of all ages are watching as Jack and Rose have a hot and steamy love fest in that old Model T lookin’ car. It’s the hand print. Desire and romance are irresistable in modern film and literature. In fact, they always have been, I think.

So, why all the commotion about Fifty Shades? I think that for everyone who says that it teaches young women that this form of “love” (BDSM) is okay, there is a lesson to be learned by the “inner Goddess” that the main character, Anastasia, so often listens to.

Her inner goddess takes many forms: sexy librarian, book snob, gymnastics queen, gawky twenty-something, sexual explorer, and, well, go-get-em-don’t-take-no-for-an-answer-supporter-of-women’s-rights goddess. I think every girl needs an inner goddess like this one.

I think mine usually takes the form of me as a 40 year old because my inner goddess poses questions such as “wouldn’t you rather get a good night’s sleep?” or “is there something more productive to be doing?” Sometimes I wish I had that sexy, librarian, gymnastics, sex goddess telling me to flaunt what I’ve got, go for the gold, don’t look back, and have no regrets…

But I probably wouldn’t be where I am today if that were the case.

So that’s why I loved this book.

I could have that inner goddess in my head as I whipped through the Fifty Shades trilogy.

So go pick it up. And buy yourself a sexy silver tie while you’re at it.

Things I have learned to not eat on dates, but still always do:

In no particular order:

1) Bagels with cream cheese–I am partial to blueberry bagels toasted with cream cheese. And lots of it. Which inevitably means it seeps out in every which way and a dollop might land somewhere on or around me. The gooey cheese looks great on my face at the end. Not.

2) Buffalo Wings–they’re amazing, irresistable, spicy, meaty, and, unfortunately one of the messiest foods in the world. But that never stops me. Muahaha.

3) Caesar Salad–if it’s the real kind, it is made with anchovies. And you will smell fishy. But it tastes delicious and has a lovely kick to it, which means I’ll order this again.

4) Peanut Butter Bacon Cheeseburgers–I think this just weirds out most people. But not me. Extra Peanut Butter please!!! Oh, and if you add jalapenos, your mouth will be jappy. Or jalapainful.

5) Donuts–there’s really nothing that says fatty like donuts. Which is why they are my favorite thing in the world.

6) Pasta with garlic–this is the gift that keeps on giving. The smell will not leave your mouth for a long time. I hope your partner likes garlic tongue. Yum. Oh, Nick, beware! <3

Additionally, there is another go-to date pasta of mine:

7) Spaghetti–they say it’s polite in some cultures to slurp your food. Others say this is just obnoxious. I am with the former. It’s fun, too. Needless to say, with slurping spaghetti, comes the splashing of sauce. Wear a bib.

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8) ONIONS–nothing says “I want to sleep with you” more than onion breath. Try it. For beginners, onion rings work best.

–Sloppy Girl in Like

Holiday CranApple Cobbler

or as I call it: Grandma’s Pie.

The finished product fills up a small home really nicely. I would know. I just finished baking it. What is better than a cranberry-apple-filling under an oatmeal crust… Not much, I’ll say. :)

Just so I can spread the love, I’ll share the recipe.

ImageSo, I double the recipe. 6 servings is just not enough.

I think 6 cups of apples is about 4 apples… Because I bought six and have a baggy of sliced apples leftover (obviously not a problem).

Here are some pretty pretty pictures!
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YUMMMMM!

Happy Baking!

BakerGirl-in-Like

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