I admit it. Until recently, I have been woefully lax when it comes to blogging this year. But, I promise I have a good excuse. I call her Nugget (don’t worry that’s not on her birth certificate) and she’s my 5 month old daughter. I returned from leave (aka quality time with an adorable blob of smiles and the occasional ear-shattering wail) right in the thick of reading season.
Now that we’re on the other side of reading and committee, I keep coming back to a theme I read in many applications. Applicants often bemoaned the stress and strain of being a college applicant. You feel like so much is out of your control. You feel judged. You feel pressure to succeed. And you are bombarded by information about this process: websites, guidebooks, newspapers, College Confidential and the like, and advice from EVERYONE. Seriously, everyone has an opinion on college admission these days. When someone finds out you’re a high school junior or senior, be it your doctor or the old lady next to you on…
Yesterday I ran the Boston Marathon. And, despite one illogical moment when I turned around fully convinced that no one would be behind me, I did not lose the race. Much to my surprise, a remarkable 9,500 or so people either did not finish or finished behind me and I ALMOST beat Tedy Bruschi. Almost. (Joey McIntyre schooled me, though… lame.).
There was a lot that pushed this moderately athletic, five-foot-one-inch (if you round up) girl to the finish line. What was once a fleeting ambition became more of a reality this summer when I started training with the Tufts team. Seven miles turned into nine and then eleven as I got back on the running bandwagon. Negative feelings were melted away by the community I joined under Coach Don, our fearless leader and a man who has achieved God-like status on this campus. Who can complain that you’re hot or tired when Coach is waiting at the various mile markers, water, cookies, popsicles and goldfish crackers at the ready, eager to chat for…
Not the answer you were expecting, right?
I applied to Tufts five years ago. When I found out I was accepted, I knew I had a tough choice ahead of me. The month of April was pretty stressful – after months of visiting campuses, stressing over tests and editing essays, I thought I had reached the easy part. I didn’t realize that I would have about 30 days to come to the decision that would (at least according to every adult in my life) basically decide how the next four years of my life would go.
This past weekend both wrapped up Division III week and celebrated the Tufts Marathon Team at the most recent Fan the Fire event, a beautiful day of cheering on the Jumbos with friends all the while supporting a great cause. This year my freshman year roommate will be running the Marathon and I'll be in my second year of volunteering it (there might even be a blog post about it!), so this is a cause near and dear to my heart. Hope you enjoy the photos, and as always, go 'bos!
I have beautiful stationery. I mean seriously beautiful stationery. I asked for it as a gift a few years ago. My name is letter pressed across the top of card stock of a color that would be called steamed milk or marshmallow were it a paint swatch. It’s hand edged in red ink that calls to mind fire engines and lipstick. The paper is so thick I have to be careful which pen I use so that the ink doesn’t spider away from my words, muddling my correspondence.
I use this stationery to write thank you notes- thank yous for gifts, for favors, for help. While it does feel like the hand-written letter is dead, I like to try to keep the age-old thank you note on life support.
Now, I have a favor to ask of you, the newest veterans of the college admissions process: write a few thank you notes. Find some paper (or note cards or post cards or, fine, your computer) and write. Take the time to thank those who have supported you through your college search, your high school career, your life. The college…