Posts Tagged ‘college’

No, not New York City. I’m talking Washington, DC.


I spent the summer of 2006, the summer before my senior year of college, interning at ABC News in Washington DC. Let me take a little trip down memory lane.

I lived in a George Washington University dorm room, more a suite, with a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.



With a friend from college and a random girl who we were assigned to live with.


Random girl, me, and my college friend.

Our suite was in a great location right next to the Foggy Bottom metro, it overlooked Washington Circle Park, and was a short walk to Georgetown.


The internship was great. I was interning with really great people and I got to experience really interesting things (2 tours of the Pentagon (which I consider one of the coolest places on earth), going out on a shoot in Maryland, sitting in on lots of interviews with really interesting people).


The great group of people I interned with.

So is the point of doing this self-indulgent nostalgia post to talk about how happy I was and what a great experience it was? No, the point is to talk about how miserable I was.

Sometime around the beginning of my junior year in college I decided I wanted to work in TV news. I’d always loved the news and politics and I thought it would be the perfect high-powered job for me. I applied for several internships and got interviews with CBS and with Nightline in DC. After the phone interview I was convinced I didn’t get it and then, a few days later, I got an email telling me I was accepted.

I was so happy. My good friend Jo was interning in DC as well and we agreed to room together in the GWU dorms. My good friend Maria would also be down there interning and living with her boyfriend.

I moved down to DC really full of hope and excitement. But it wasn’t at all what I was expecting. My friends, Jo and Maria included, weren’t 21 (I was) so our options of going out were limited. Jo had a lot of friends in DC and while she was nothing but welcoming and always willing to include me they were never people I felt comfortable around so I rarely hung out with them. I actually ended up pushing most people away because of how miserable I was.

The people I was interning with were also great but none of them were 21 and none of us ever ended up hanging out with each other outside of work. I also wasn’t making any money so I often felt like I couldn’t go out and do things without getting into heavy debt.

So what did I spend most of my time doing? I worked Monday-Friday and I mostly spent my nights and weekends alone. I didn’t have enough money to go to the gym so I never exercised, I ended up eating cheap fast food because our kitchen didn’t really have pots and pans and I didn’t really know how to cook any way, and I often ended up in front of the TV eating boxes of Milk Duds (seriously, boxes).

I’m sure it won’t surprise you when I say that, in retrospect, I really regret this. Yes, I had no money, yes, none of my friends were 21, but I could have made more of an effort to hang out with people and meet new people. But I didn’t.

And, to be honest, I still often let fear or curmudgeonness hold me back from new experiences (see my post on Wednesday about how I can’t make blog friends and you’ll realize this is true). And that’s not good.

So I wrote about this not to write about how happy I was, OR about how sad I was, but to remind myself to not let fear hold me back.

But, in the spirit of ending on a happy note, I did some really fun stuff in DC that summer, too.


My friend Maria and I went to Anderson Cooper’s book signing and I talked to him about some of the people I worked with at ABC who he also knew.


We took a really cool behind-the-scenes tour of the Capitol building.



Maria and I paid a ridiculously inappropriate visit to the Museum of the American Indian.


(Look how tan I am, and how red my hair was. I’m thinking I might actually like my hair like that.)

I also went to a ton of museums and saw a ton of movies because those are good things to do on your own. My friend Becca and I watched the World Cup final together in Georgetown, which was great. And, as I said earlier, I made two amazing visits to the Pentagon (did you know there’s a KFC and a DMV in there?).

So in the end this is a little reminder to myself to not let fear hold me back and to take chances because I don’t want to life my life with regret.


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Laurel Parade

I graduated college four years ago. I don’t really believe it, but the numbers don’t lie.

I don’t want to talk about it.

But I do want to talk about the Laurel Parade. Today, Mount Holyoke, my alma mater, held the Laurel Parade. What is that you ask? Wikipedia so eloquently describes it as the following:

The Laurel Parade takes place the day before commencement. Graduating seniors wear white and carry laurel garlands, in a parade to Mary Lyon’s grave. They are escorted by approximately 3,000 alumnae, also in white, who thereby welcome them into the Alumnae Association. Once at Mary Lyon’s grave, the garland is wound around the cast-iron fence, and the Mimi Farina song “Bread and Roses” is sung by all in attendance. White is a tribute to those who fought for women’s suffrage.

Picture time! There aren’t really any pictures from my Laurel Parade that I like. First, I was fat. Second, I apparently had a crap camera. So here’s one:


And here’s me and Becca two years later at our two year reunion:


Much better.

Me and Natalie:


Don’t my eyes look really blue in these pictures? I had an eye infection, maybe it was a good thing?

Seniors walking to Mary Lyon’s grave:


One of the (many great) signs help by alumnae.


I love the older alumnae, especially the yellow classes since that’s my class color.


Really, really old alumnae.


Next year is my five-year reunion. Unbelievable.

I’ll leave you with Bread and Roses.

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My college roommate Laura is coming to visit this weekend. She’ll be here tomorrow morning through Sunday afternoon. I have some fun things planned, but I thought it would be fun to look back at our college years.

Here’s me with both of my first year roommates. Laura is on the right. This is Vegas Night, a big yearly party.

Laura came to visit me at my parents’ house before our sophomore year. We bought furniture for our living room, a very unusual thing to have in your dorm room at Mount Holyoke.

Alexis, Natalie, & Laura our first year.

Drunkenness sophomore year

We cheered for the Red Sox when they won the World Series in 2004.

This is one of my *favorite* memories. Laura left coffee sitting in a mug the entire semester, it spilled (milk and all) during reading days. Our room smelled AWFUL.

Watching the Junior Show our sophomore year.

Laura was an EMT, she’s center, which meant I got to take fun under-age drunk pictures with campus police like Kevin the Party Cop.

Here we are celebrating my 21st birthday. I have no idea why I look so miserable, it was a fun night.

Convocation our senior year. What I learned from looking at pictures of me totally drunk with other people is that they looked miserable.

We also did shots in the bathroom during convocation. I think that says enough about the experience.

Vegas night our senior year. Oh how things change.

My Super Bowl party senior year. Not clear why no one looks happy.

Strawberries and champagne our senior year.

Laurel Parade our senior year. (Isn’t crazy how we can delude ourselves about how we look? I would have told you I was basically the same size in the above picture as I was in the picture of my with the Spongebob hat.)

Standing outside our first year room when we were back visiting Mount Holyoke a year and a half after we graduated.

Laurel Parade at our two-year reunion.

There you have it. Some fun times in college and after. I’ll be back this weekend with an update of our fun times in NYC!

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