I was recently contacted by a student from my alma mater, Haverford College, who asked if I would be willing to participate in a series of Q&A about my career and the journey from HC to where I am now.
Of course I said yes! I loved loved loved my time spent at Haverford. I think it is so important to give back and provide support and guidance to students who are just starting to figure things out. I remember quite vividly being in that same position, not knowing what I wanted to do, feeling like the whole world was open to me, and what a burden that was. A crushing amount of opportunities, making it so hard to decide where to take the first step (this is possibly one of the only downsides of a liberal arts education).
Answering the questions made me reflect on my current situation. It is strange to me to think that I have advice and guidance to give others, since I still feel like I have an eternity of information left to learn. But the takeaway is that everyone has something to offer, and we should not downplay our own experience(s) as they may speak poignantly to another.
I was reading some news articles this morning about the 11th anniversary of 9/11 and its impact on Cantor Fitzgerald. [CF’s CEO Howard Lutnick is a grad of Haverford College, my alma mater.] I can’t quite believe that 11 years have gone by– I can still vividly remember where I was when I first heard that the towers were coming down.
Art class, a brief announcement that some planes had hit in NY, a general query if anyone was from NY. Then, leaving, going back to my dorm, and realizing the enormity and impact of the situation. Watching the second tower fall on my tiny dorm room television. Frantic mental checks to see if I needed to worry about any family or friends.
The rest is mostly a blur. I remember the session that President Tritton held in the Athletic Center, and feeling overwhelmed and outside my own head. The strange silence on campus as traffic dwindled. The slight ping of fear that thrilled through me every time a fighter jet roared overhead. I had mostly forgotten about how my art class responded after that first day. We drew reaction pieces.
I stumbled across a site depicting the gallery show we created this morning. It’s odd how some memories fade, but others remain in sharp relief.
It’s a new year. A new me? I went to the grocery store today and my basket was full of … vegetables! Potatoes, peppers, garlic, ginger, fruit, it was a really lovely sight actually. And my dinner tonight was quite delicious. I’m trying to ensure that my fridge is full of healthy, good food.
I had a fantastic weekend complete with sleeping late, hanging out and catching up with old friends (the best kind), Facebook stalking, dinners out, lots of coffee, movie watching (I highly enjoyed myself at Mission Impossible 4), cooking, laundry, and also a promising boy. Weekends like this are the best.
The fourth out of my six good girl friends from college just got married yesterday. Congratulations Michelle and Luca!!! Or as the Italians say (hope I don’t mess up this translation), Congratulazioni sulla vostra unione!