Category Archives: College

Dear Tina Fey,

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So first off, I kind of want you to adopt me. I realize this is a strange request coming from a middle class white girl in her twenties who has two parents, but just hear me out.

When I say adopt, I mean let me be Daniel Larusso to your Mr. Miyagi. Dorothy to your Glenda, Cat to your Holly Golightly…well maybe not because I’m allergic to cats and pooping where I eat kind of grosses me out.

Before I go any further I think it is imperative (points for using a word from my word a day calendar? no? okay then) that you know there is a loud italian opera playing somewhere in my portuguese filled picture-esk suburban neighborhood..I think this gives you a clear understanding of why I need to be the Whitney Houston to your crack. *

I realize you probably get about a million (or 5 million and a half) emails/blog posts/articles/hand written letters daily. But I’m a little different. Partly because:

  1. I am not a crazed fan that is trying to get a lock of your hair
  2. Would get you extra sauce for your chicken nuggets without you having to ask me
  3. Have no problem exchanging scene ending lines while putting on a pair of aviators looking into the distance and
  4. I would be willing to introduce you in an Oprah voice whenever you entered a room.

What can I say? I’m just a nerdy recent college grad hoping that my sarcasm and decent writing skills will some day lend me to doing something that I love to do. Until then, I’m going to go back to answering phones and changing smelly diapers.

Sincerely,

Courtney (probably one of your biggest fans)

*that was a little strong, but I feel it works.

How can you put a price on memories?

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I walked into the Apple store with my eyes wide, searching for my new lap top. I had already done quite a bit of research and knew I wanted a new 13-inch  Mac Book Pro. My only question was regarding the core 5 vs core 7 processor. (I know you all are dying to know what I picked, it was the core 5. )

But now that I’m sitting home, writing this on my new laptop and I can’t help but feel bad for my ol’ Bessie. I mean she helped me get through some of the best times of my life (so far, obviously better times are lookin’ ahead.)  I wrote my first attempt at a novel, my first college essay, my last college essay, fell in love with blogging, dove head first into the world of online dating..so many memories.

And now my dear friend is being brushed aside for a new shiny model, and it is really shiny. I’ve been trying to get used to the new typing, better speed, and really intense glossy screen (like sometimes I can’t even focus, instead I just watch myself or what is happening behind me). It’s just not the same with out my Ol’ good luck charm with me.

The thing is, I want to sell her, scratch that I need to sell her. If mama’s gonna pay the bills then she needs to start making some sort of dough. But I’m just not sure how I’ll be able to part with her.

How can I put a price on all of the college memories we shared?

(on a side note, anyone interested in a 15-inch Macbook pro from 2007feel free to comment with your best offer)

6 Things I Learned About Myself While Sitting for 3 Hours on the Lawn of My Alma mater

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In college you’re supposed to find yourself, become different, making yourself stand out. But then during graduation we all just become one, a unified group of people who made it through four (or more) years of intense nights filled with writing long papers. So, on Saturday, when I was sitting at the end of my row lost in a sea of faceless black robes I started thinking about who I was. And who I had wanted myself to become, would my 10-year-old self want to look up to me? I decided yes, then continued making fun of the boy who was picking his nose behind me.

Although I’d been to a college graduation before, I had forgotten how long they were. The least the school could have done was supply each graduate with a comfortable seat. I started getting antsy,  then the key-note speaker said something about fighting dragons and I perked up.

Luckily I was seated next to someone who couldn’t focus and wanted to make a game out of making fun of people, needless to say I was entertained through out. We played randomly pick someone and loudly cheer from them, count how many other people have your name (10 other Courtney’s), and then stressed over the short walk across the stage that was slowly approaching us.

So while sitting there, lost in a sea of unfamiliarity I got to thinking about me, and who I am. I have to say it was pretty informative, I ended up learning  6 different things about myself:

1. I‘m really awkward- I know you might be thinking. yes Courtney, we already know this, you did a whole post about it. But really, I am. I’m the person who says that one thing and ruins a whole conversations.

2. Surprisingly, I’m a people person- I know the two statements don’t go hand in hand. But after tomorrow I’ve realized I can become acquaintances (at least) with everyone.

3. My Friends aren’t super popular- I went through  four years with them, and compared to me they were always going out with people and texting constantly. So i thought they were pretty darn popular, but the whoops and hollers weren’t so loud for them compared to some of the others. Most of those people though, I had never heard of.

4. I don’t ever want kids- At one part, one of the speakers talked about her career and it made me think: How can I be a writer and a good mom at the same time? I’m sure many people are amazing parents and have phenomenal careers, but I don’t think I could be one of those people. I’m too focused on one project at a time, yes I can multitask (i.e. writer a book, be successful in school, and writer over 100 articles in a semester) but I don’t think I could equally focus on both being a parent and a writer. I’m not really the motherly type anyway.

5. I’m afraid of being alone- Not in the sense of never finding a husband alone, just in the sense of being physically alone.  Eventually (in the next 6 months) I’m going to move out of my parents house and when I do there is no guarantee that I will have a friend willing to join me. I’ll have to start in a city where I know no one, and it’s kind of terrifying. (any advice on dealing with this?)

6. I hate crowds- So after it was done and my hat and tassel had been separated, due to my strong throw in the air, we were expected to find our way out of the crowd. Which was kind of like emerging from birth, well minus the mucus and blood. I felt like I was in a bad dream, the kind where you can’t move or breath and just have to continue moving forward. I ended up standing on a chair praying my parents would spot me.

And with that I’m going to go make myself a bowl of popcorn, heat up some water for my green tea, and finish watching season 3 of true blood. Don’t worry I’ll soon put up a post on my love affair with all three.

How to unpack your college life

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How do you unpack an entire life you have and try to fit it into a small 12 x 12 ft room? In the past four years I’ve been unpacking and repacking I’ve just shoved everything in totes, storing that part of my life in the attic. But now, I’m kind of at a shit or get off the pot stage. Storing all my college memories in the attic until next year isn’t an option. Keeping things packed and organizing them until I move out…sounds like more of what I should be doing.

I’m halfway through the organizing part, well more like 1/100th of the way through. I made it through the smallest green tote I could find and I’ve already had my fill. Freshman year, during one of the many student involvement fairs that BSU has, my friend Tabby (who had been my only real friend at college at the time) had picked out this weird red pen with a mans head and fluffy red hair on the top. We gave him a name, and since the day we brought him back he has been sitting on my desk all the way in the right corner. Where is he going to go now? He never even worked so putting him on a desk at work (well if I find a job that has a desk) would be pointless.

What are we supposed to do with all of the memories we’ve collected, just shove them in another ex-boyfriend box sticking it under our bed only to pull out when we’re desperate to remember the good times and have a pint of ice cream handy.

No, that’s not how you handle things, well it’s how I used to but I’m getting better..trying anyway. We should semi unpack, and hang those drunken sloppy pictures on the wall with pride, don’t be afraid to wear your favorite Friday night outfit around your parents (although I think I may still wait until they are asleep to walk out the door) and feel free to hang on to your old college sweatshirt for as long as you want. Well at least until it’s too old, and has those weird mystery stains.

So, if you will excuse me. I’m going to go attempt to finish organizing and re-pack so I will be ready to move out of my childhood bedroom in at most a week. And I really want to watch Something Borrowed before the link gets taken down.

My Big Moment (Written for RCCblog)

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Yesterday I woke up and realized my undergrad was officially over. No more finals, my essays all handed in and my car was packed with a new mix CD (because mix tape’s don’t exist anymore). I was headed home with one realization: I’m officially done with Bridgewater State.

I’ve called BSU home for the past four years, it’s weird to pack up and leave knowing you won’t be  back come September. I have a feeling it won’t hit me until then anyway.

This past year has been a stressful one. I was promoted to Editor-in-Chief of this blog (which is why my posts have been far and few), had a career change of heart (of course that couldn’t have happened earlier in my college career), and this semester I stupidly took 6 classes while working at an internship and this job AND nannyed. But, I’m not going to lie, I enjoyed every second of it. My life can get a little hectic sometimes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So back to graduating, and you know taking the huge plunge into real life. So looking forward to that..not.

I’m assuming most readers will be looking for some piece of wise wisdom that as a graduating senior I can bestow upon them, because I’ve had so many years to learn what not to do. And don’t worry, I promise I won’t disappoint, just keep reading.

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