<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490743551963952525</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:07:33.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I guess this is growing up"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-after-witt-hh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490743551963952525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-after-witt-hh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14923640919275030254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GL7H18xZyZ0/SftgU6BTwSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MpzYInYmYJI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490743551963952525.post-301584514325413044</id><published>2009-06-01T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:26:09.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something happened this week that gave me an idea for my next post! My little sister has just finished her freshman year of college at a private Jesuit school out here in Chicago. Her semester was less than satisfactory in the grades department however, and when we spoke about it, she shot down any of the suggestions I made: organize a study group/make sure you understand mistakes on exams/meet with the professor outside of class to ask questions/ etc. She had in fact tried each of those ideas, but the classes were huge and impersonal, professors would not go over exams in class, and they wouldn't meet with her outside of scheduled office hours which were scarce and always during one of her other class's meeting times. I had flash of gratitude for my education at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wittenberg&lt;/span&gt; where my professors knew me by name and classmates were at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquaintances if not already friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So here is my first big tip of advice: Get to know your professors at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wittenberg&lt;/span&gt;, and preserve contact with them as references after you are graduated! If you are still a student, you may not yet have realized how lucky you are to be in a learning atmosphere like the one at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wittenberg&lt;/span&gt;. The faculty and staff are active in their academic area and are engaged in sharing their knowledge with you. For me and I'm sure many other students, this often led to friendships and general comraderie. There are a few professors that I continue to communicate with to this day, one of which whom has written multiple letters of reference for me as I muscled through the grad school application process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;If you are still a student at&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Wittenberg&lt;/span&gt;, take advantage of your situation by making connections with your professors. Meet with them outside of class to ask questions, or seek out their expertise in their field when it comes to career advice or graduate schools or even just life experience. If you are graduated already, chances are there are professors in your major/department with whom you were quite close. Now is the time to email them and let them know how much they inspired and aided you in your acheivements. Let them know of your future plans, and ask if you can use them as a reference. If you plan to take a year off to work before attending grad school (as was my decision), keep them updated on your experiences (forward a resume) so that they can write a grade A reference letter, even a year after the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm not sure how else to impress this on you, but seriously, just &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! You'll be happy you made the effort, because it will benefit you in the long run! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thats all for now friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490743551963952525-301584514325413044?l=life-after-witt-hh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-after-witt-hh.blogspot.com/feeds/301584514325413044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-after-witt-hh.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-happened-this-week-that-gave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490743551963952525/posts/default/301584514325413044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490743551963952525/posts/default/301584514325413044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-after-witt-hh.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-happened-this-week-that-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14923640919275030254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GL7H18xZyZ0/SftgU6BTwSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MpzYInYmYJI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490743551963952525.post-7765761541215245916</id><published>2009-05-04T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:55:30.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GL7H18xZyZ0/Sf9nISsqwWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eeJydKQQyZU/s1600-h/n46900355_30779478_8348.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332093875985760610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GL7H18xZyZ0/Sf9nISsqwWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eeJydKQQyZU/s320/n46900355_30779478_8348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;- That's me on the right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; didn't really think life could get more daunting than it felt the day I graduated from Wittenberg.  May of 2008, and I was looking ahead to . . . well nothing really.  No job lined up, no acceptance letter to grad school, and the prospect of moving back home to live with my parents all added up to a very un-cool summer outlook.  To me, no matter how confidently I stated it, "I'm taking a year off" just sounded like "I'm totally unprepared and I don't know what I'm going to do with myself".  Compared to the plans of friends, (med-school, internship in Australia, teaching English abroad, moving to the east coast) my plans to move home, work as a Certified Nurse's Aide (CNA) or Patient Care Tech (PCT), and apply to nursing school for the following year, just seemed a little un-glamorous, and un-grown-up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Fast forward 10 months, and here I am, working full-time and looking forward to the start of grad school in September.  Life got a little better than even I expected, but I think I'll save the nursing school application saga for the next time I post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, maybe you're graduating in 12 short days and you're thinking, &lt;strong&gt;CRAP&lt;/strong&gt; what next!?  Or, maybe you are one of the people that everyone else is envious of cause you got that internship in NYC, or your first choice grad school spot (congrats!).  Regardless, I want to share with you a quote that pushed me through when I started doubting myself:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;...Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4490743551963952525-7765761541215245916?l=life-after-witt-hh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-after-witt-hh.blogspot.com/feeds/7765761541215245916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-after-witt-hh.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-me-on-right-i-didnt-really-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490743551963952525/posts/default/7765761541215245916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490743551963952525/posts/default/7765761541215245916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-after-witt-hh.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-me-on-right-i-didnt-really-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14923640919275030254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GL7H18xZyZ0/SftgU6BTwSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MpzYInYmYJI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GL7H18xZyZ0/Sf9nISsqwWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eeJydKQQyZU/s72-c/n46900355_30779478_8348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
