Indiana University

God, I miss college.

by Courtney on August 9, 2010

It’s been a while since I’ve uttered the phrase: “God, I miss college.” You know the phrase. You’ve said it yourself, I’m sure. I probably said it for the first two to three years post college after my first initial brushes with the real world, such as bad bosses, working for eight (plus) hours in a day, paying rent, etc. Although I’m over it now, I did have a nostalgic fueled Sunday this past weekend as I attended an Indiana University alumni sponsored send off event for local San Francisco Bay Area students.

As I was asked to speak in front of the group on the benefits of being in the Greek system, a wave of emotion came over me. I don’t know if it was 100% genuine nostalgia, or if it was 30% beer, but somewhere between “I’ve made my best friends to this day in my sorority”, and “Turning 30 in Cabo with my besties”, I felt a little lump forming, clogging up the airways…and then that old feeling came over me that said: God, I miss college.

In talking with the incoming freshman and hearing things such as “orientation” and “dorm selection”, I had shooting images in my head of my own first steps as an official student on the beautiful Indiana University campus. It was actually a really muggy day and somewhat overcast, but nothing could dampen my enthusiasm. You see, I wanted nothing more in my life up until that point than to go to IU. Being a huge basketball fan growing up, and having majah crushes on old greats such as Steve Alfred and Damon Bailey, I fantasized about what it would be like to actually be a student there, going to games…dating a star player…

And there I was – 11 years later – telling someone (who probably looks at me like an old lady) to appreciate every moment they have at IU. I reminded them of what they’ve probably been told a million times; “These four years will fly by.” I even found myself giving advice that I wish I’d been given as an incoming student. Like, if you love something, major in it – take as many classes in the subject as possible. Don’t think the only options are the big three: doctor, lawyer or business person. One guy I met was going to IU to study acting – how cool is that? If I had said that’s what I wanted to do back in the day, I think people would’ve laughed at me and said “Get suuuuurious”.

One freshman said she was a Journalism major and enjoyed writing, so I encouraged her to start a blog. It could be in the subject she intends to have a career in (such as political writing), or it could be about chronicling her college experience. The point I was making to her is that this is writing experience. And most of the time when we leave college all we have are a couple boring essay papers that no potential boss is ever going to read. She seemed genuinely intrigued by the idea of blogging and thankful for the suggestion, and that made me feel good!

Sorority girl revived

As I get older, I notice that I’m less and less of a schmoozer. I can’t stand waltzing around at company events snapping my fingers and chatting up people that I barely know. I know I should do this, but I just don’t like small talk. It’s boring and uncomfortable for the most part. But at this event, it’s like my good ‘ole sorority “rushing” persona came right back and suddenly I was working the room with the biggest smile and the most enthusiastic questions. This too, brought me back to that little sorority girl I once was.

I no longer wish I was back in college sweatin’ over a biology test or partying until 3am in bars with women’s bras and panties stapled to the ceiling. I’m over it. But then again, there’s just something about seeing the excitement and wonder in those little people’s faces and knowing what they’re about to embark on that makes me think; man, I really do miss college.

Share

{ 3 comments }

How to spend $244 million bucks

by Courtney on May 5, 2010

Right now, I could very well be a multi-millionaire. I hold in my hand the digits that stand between me and my future very wealthy self. Earlier today, Jeff dropped a ten spot at the local gas station and, hopefully, this casual move has secured our future for life. And I probably shouldn’t say this; but I’m feelin’ pretty lucky! Now I don’t mean to jump the gun, but I thought I’d share with you how we plan to spend our newly acquired loot…

Well, I should clarify: In between the time that Jeff bought the ticket and the time that I got home from work, he had already made a detailed plan for distributing the $164 million (after taxes).  And of course, it’s all very responsible <yawn>.

Let’s just marvel at Jeff’s maturity and sensibility, shall we?

*Assuming there’s no gift tax.*

  • Both sets of our parents will take home $2 million. Good thing both sides are still married.
  • Both of our brothers will enjoy $500K each. Personally, I’d give them more (kinda stingy if you ask me), but this is really Jeff’s list.
  • 10% to charity ($8 million to Wabash College, Jeff’s alma mater, and the other $8 million to a charity to-be-determined). Note: my alma mater, Indiana University, got zilch.
  • $40 million will be placed in a new endowment under our names, Courtney and Jeff’s Foundation, and the cause is once again, TBD. (Obvy, we’ll need to find a pet cause, that’s for sure).
  • $100 million will go into a trust fund for our family of future mini moguls, which we will surely raise to be non-snobby trust fund babes.
  • And the final $3 million – my closet upgrade (Hey, he hadn’t placed the final $3 mil).

Ok, now that we got that outa the way…

How I will spend my millions…

I don’t know about you, but I’ve killed off many 5ks on the treadmill just listing, in my mind, what I’d do with the millions I’ll win in the lottery. It’s amazing how fast time can fly by when you’re counting your million dollah bills. Of course, being the small-minded girl that I am, I immediately think of the mansions I’m going to purchase in Malibu and Indianapolis, the exotic convertibles I’m going to roll around in, and the impossibly impractical crocodile leather handbags that I will rock, with labels such as Hermès and Balenciaga. I will drop every last bit of clothing that I own off at the local consignment shop. No, I won’t have time to collect a $50 bill from them in exchange; I’ll just head straight to the Salvation Army and never look back.

Babe, am I meeting you in Paris or Milan?

I will take three full months and travel to places such as Europe, Australia, New York, and maaaaaybe Asia. Oh I should mention that I will quit my job on the spot. Not because it’s a bad job, because I actually do like my job. But why blow eight hours a day making “X” dollars an hour when you’re already worth more than an entire career’s worth of days at that job? It makes no sense. No, I will spend all my time doing the “pie in the sky” things I would LOVE to do in my career, such as becoming a famous blogger, a bestselling author, and illustrate a series of children’s books.

Funny enough, as I rattled off these career ideas to Jeff he said; “well you need capital to do these things you know.”  Uhhhhh, ya, let me pick up the phone and call myself and ask for a frickin’ loan! Oh what’s that? I’m approved? CHA CHING! Now, what color Balenciaga bag should I get? Orange? And…what should I name my book…“Lifestyles of the newly rich and wannabe famous”?

If you win the lottery instead of me, how would you spend your millions?

Share

{ 5 comments }