The board turns around and the question is revealed. Pens hit paper. People start writing. I just stare at it like a deer looking into headlights.

It is such an abstract question. A question with so many different answers depending on what is going on in someone’s head. But at this moment, there was nothing going on in my little noggin. So, I started drawing, creative, right?

In the middle of drawing my 5th flower, my professor stops the class, looks at us and says, “Why not?


Growing up you dream of the future. You dream about what is coming, where you’re going,
and what your job will be. Screenshot_20160528-214310But, in the mist of your dream you forgot that you’re aging and getting closer and closer to having to have life questions figured out. Then one day you wake up and realize you are grown, but don’t have the answers.

well shit.

People tell you “the world is your oyster.” “you will be great at whatever you do.” “we’ll see you do something great one day.” People, that is great and all, but you should give me a hit at what you think I’m going to do. I am a smart cookie, but a mind reader, I am not.

Maybe I’ll just write a blog for a living. Is that a thing? I’ll be a little over qualified, but I’m okay with that. You know what, I’ll start working on my 1st novel now so it can become a best reader while I’m sill in college.
mid-college crisis averted.

i’m a sorority girl

so you saw our door stack, now who are we really.

Take away the Greek Letters, the houses, and the giant t-shirts, because we are just a bunch of girls trying to get by. We don’t go out every night and loose our shoes, for shoes are important. We don’t spend money without thinking, in fact most of us have scholarships in order to help with the cost of school, and loans for everyday life. We don’t
think education in a joke. We definitely don’t all look, think, or act like each other.

We do stand by each other night and day. We do come when we are needed, and stay no matter. We do have friends outside our sorority.  We do work hard for what we have. We do spend countless hours supporting philanthropies we truly believe in. We do maintain GPAs above the campus average, while also holding officer positions in multiple organizations. We do a lot more than you’d think.


Sorority life isn’t what you see in the movies. It isn’t terrifying. I promise you, it isn’t what you think.

If you have questions, just ask, don’t assume.


so, i’m back.

36 hours.

I had 36 hours from the second I got off the plane to the time I needed to be in Austin. Let me tell you, it isn’t enough time, but somehow it was done.

After two delayed flights and one rebooking, thank you for nothing United, I made it to Houston. I was hangry, tired and had to go find my luggage in the “lost and found,” I hate United. Trying to find my luggage was basically looking for a needle in a haystack, because everyone and their brother has a black bag, I knew I should have bough the highlighter yellow bag (jokes). After located my beautiful luggage, I learned my dear mother, Man I love her, was at the wrong terminal.  This day was just getting better, but it actually was.

When my mom and I were reunited she said the best 2 words I had every heard. “so, Chick-fil-a?” I almost wept.

The other 30ish hours weren’t nearly as excited.

the end of the adventure

I’m going to try something new.

Just sit still. Listen to the sounds around you. The people breathing in the room and your own heartbeat.

When was the last time you took 10 minutes to just be? To actually listen to what other people were thinking, saying, wishing, or dreaming?

The last time I remember taking this time was my last week at the GEC. I wanted to remember every moment, every smell (I know, gross), and every person. My last week was a happy one and one that I will always be grateful for.

I didn’t think, going into this summer, that the people in the GEC would make such a huge impact on my life. That when I got home, I would miss waking up at seven to go see all their smiling faces and listen to them laugh at my jokes. Let’s face it, I need people to laugh at my jokes. I didn’t realize that while I was there I made a family, one that I never wanted to leave.  A family of multiple different personalities, cultures, and backgrounds. A family that welcomed me with open arms and accepted my weirdness. A family that holds a specific part in my heart. But most of all, a family I miss daily.

The most important thing I learned from the GEC wasn’t how to interact with clients or colleges, but how to make the most of every moment. Even though there is always work to be done, they understood the importance of people, their stories, and their time. Also, the art of a good vacation, wait I mean holiday.

If I didn’t say it then, I will now, thank you. Thank you for always caring about me and my weekend excursions. Thank you for the free hot chocolates and muffins. Thank you for the laughs. Thank you for being my family when my family was 7,000 miles away. I can never thank you enough, for you all are truly remarkable people.


Airplane Etiquette

Warning: This is a little bit of a rant.

*Please read this as though you are a flight attendant dealing with an annoying passenger.

Dear people on planes,

If you are traveling on an airplane PLEASE be respectful of the people around you, for the space around you is quite small, it is enclosed and for a few hours/minutes, there is no escape. Now that I made you feel claustrophobic…There are away from 32-56 rows on your average 737 airline and 6 to 9 seats smashed across to form a row, so the airline can get the most bang for their buck. What does this mean for you, I’m glad you asked. This means please do not sneeze on me, lay your head on my shoulder, or constantly kick the back of my chair. Do not ask to use the space near my feet for your bag, you should have planned better. Do not tell me I’m in the wrong seat when you ticket clearly says aisle and you just don’t want to sit there. And if I do have the window seat and want my window open because it is pretty outside, do not ask me to close it (unless you’re afraid of heights than so sorry).20160725_081235

Now if you are traveling with a small child. First, God bless you. Second, please, for heaven
sake, don’t let them yell, “WE ARE GOING TO CRASH!” while the plane is descending, it freaks people out. Seriously. It isn’t funny and you laughing and is just encouraging them to keep yelling. If they have toys, do not let them throw them, it will hit someone in the head, chances are it will be me. If it is me I will smile nicely and the rest of the flight call you mean names in my head. If you have a baby, again God bless you. But find a way to keep them from crying in the very tight space that is the cabin. Because 200 or so passengers and flight attendance really don’t want to hear the child, but we will smile and tell you how adorable your baby is just like society has taught us to do.

Airplanes can be magical places, for every time one takes off man achieves flight, something we can’t do on our own. But every time there is an annoying passenger the flight loses its spark. Please learn airplane etiquette for your next flight and treat everyone around you like they are freaking royalty because they just might right a blog about you.




Old People Magnet.

I don’t know what it is, but every time I leave my house Old People find me. Do I smell of Old People? Is there a beacon above my head, like a light house calling them to me? Am I actually a 70-year-old women stuck in a 20-year-old body? I have no idea. But, let me start over

At the very start of my trip I met Stan. Stan is a Scotsmen living in San Francisco who was flying to his Summer home in Ireland to play golf all summer (so basically my father in 30 years). He was lovely and talked to me the entire flight from New Jersey to Ireland. Which was fine, I am well trained in the art of Old People, my grandparents taught me well (sorry grandma and grandpa). He told me about how he was in WWII and how him and his wife raised their kids and how he thought I was very bold to be going to Ireland alone to work, “which would have never happened in my day” (if you didn’t read that in an old man voice you failed). But at the end of the flight we said goodbye and I haven’t seen Stan since.

Then things escalate, and rather quickly.

I went on my first adventure to Belfast and became friends with the tour guide, Paddy, who was about 60+ and he made sure I was safe and that the tour never left me behind. Also on the trip two English couples took me under their wing, but again I didn’t believe in the Old People magnet yet, not until the next night.

I went out to the pubs in Belfast and there was a group of guy around my age and a gaggle of Old Men. The group the talked to me, the Old Men. BEEP BEEP BEEP, CALLING ALL OLD PEOPLE! From that point on there was no escape from the Old People Magnet. Ever trip I went on, let be it the bus to work or the train to see my aunt or an actual adventure Old People followed.

It continues, every pub, every country, every bus, there is an old person who finds me and tells me all about their life. Sometime they are pretty cool, and make me feel like a failure, other times, I just nod and smile.

Now, I love every person I met, they are great for stories and a good time, plus they will buy me a drink and I don’t have to worry about flirting with them. But it is really old (pun intended) because I don’t know what is about me that brings them to talk to me. Sometimes I think it is the grandparent in them seeing a young person alone with a backpack and they feel the need to protect me, other times I just think it is the flashing arrow above my head that says “OLD PERSON, TALK TO THIS ONE!”

The world will never know.

The One with Mal.

For those of you who don’t know, this is Mal. Mal is my friend, old roommate, and sorority sister. She is also the only person from back home who came to see me in Dublin. Some may say she is the only true friend I have, others may say she was already in Europe and just stopped here on her way home. You decide.


Now the following may shock you, so please keep all hands and feel inside the ride at all times, for this is going to be a wide ride.

We start our weekend at the pub, for all Irish adventures should start at a pub. The night was full of music, a few pints, stories, and of course Euros 2016. Given that this was Thursday night, and I’m in Dublin to work, ugh, I had to call it an early night. Damn you work, but don’t worry when I say early I really mean midnight plus (the time is a little blurry).


20160701_161855As promised the story gets better! The next day we broke into the Guinness Store House for FREEE! Yeah, we are basically bad asses. It’s no big deal. Hold your applause, please. I’ll explain, I work for The GEC (Guinness Enterprise Centre), so I flashed my intern bag and walked right in. The Downside, we didn’t get the one free Guinness, but we did get to pour our own for 5 euros! Fun fact some bartenders don’t do it right, or probably just don’t care. After that the day become: Pub, Food, Euros. Drinks. Goodnight.




But just wait there’s more, (I feel like an infomercial) We had, ADVENTURE DAY! What is better than sitting on a cold boat while it rains? Sitting in a warm bus. Ha.

One of the companies at The GEC does day tours and adventurous tours and such (shout of to Extreme Ireland), so Mal and I jumped on a bus with a bunch of random strangers and went to see Connemara. Basically, a lot of hills, colored sheep, and lots of history. The sheep are the best part though.20160702_130702

After the day of sitting, we decided to do a day of accidental walking. I mean who doesn’t love a 10 mile walk out to a 1k walk to a lighthouse? I know I sure do, because by the time you reach the lighthouse all you want is a nap, until you realize you have to go back. Luckily Mal and I met a lovely off Duty Cab Driver and his son who drove us back into town, or we would have just set up camp out there.





Then Mal left for America. The End. Please exit the car to your left.

The Miss List.

This list is in no order, just random thoughts put in list form.

I miss my car.

I miss my bed.

I miss country music.

I miss my family.

I miss Chick fil a.

I miss Tex-Mex down every street.

I miss BlueBell.

I miss HEB.

I miss speed limits in mph and zooming down the street.

I miss Fahrenheit.

I miss ADPi.

I miss the sun.

I miss sweating in the Texas heat.

but though I miss my home…

I’ll miss the GEC.

I’ll miss the rain.

I’ll miss my adventures.

I’ll miss not sweating all the time.

I’ll miss not stressing if I have a sunburn.

I’ll miss my new friends.

I’ll miss the home I’ve made here.

I’ll miss the drinking age.

I’ll miss Ireland.

*friends were excluded for the list but you were missed too

Things may be added to this list later…