
Monday, May 18, 2009
"Oh Sweet Jesus. They're Putting Me On the Jumbotron."

Friday, May 15, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
"Not My Style."
3:19 pm Just ate popcorn that's "best by" date was April 2008...
I'm starting to get anxious. About my speech. I keep coming up with these "what if" scenarios when I'm in the shower or at the gym or laying in bed at night, and they're scaring me. What if I trip? What if I talk too fast? What if I have a coughing fit in the middle of the speech? What if no one laughs? What if no one claps? What if???
My friends are worried for me too. Noelle told me she had a dream I tripped during graduation. "But you got back up, Girl!" she added when she saw my look of horror. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed the dream wasn't some kind of psychic premonition.
I try to only practice the speech once a day because a professor gave me the advice not to over-practice, but I still find myself running through the speech as I walk down the street. Today, on my way to the gym, I was running through the speech and trying to think of what I would do if I tripped walking up to the podium and then couldn't do my speech because I was so flustered. What would I do if I crashed and burned?
As soon as I thought of crashing and burning, I had another thought: "You won't. That's not your style."
And I immediately felt better.
Crashing and burning just isn't my style.
Love,
Tara
Monday, May 11, 2009
"Blog/Write"
12:48 pm And so the countdown begins...
Once again, I'm not sure what to blog about, but I told myself I'd take advantage of this week's free time by blogging every day, so I'm determined to do just that. I'm sitting in a booth in the dining hall at Warren Towers, watching the few people who are left on campus eating their salad bar salads and mystery lasagna. They don't even look hungry... they're just like me, trying to stuff their faces full of free food while they can.
Even though it's Senior Week, I'm trying to be productive. The nights are jam-packed, but while most seniors are spending their days sleeping off hangovers, I've got a to-do list to attend to. It goes a little something like this...
Everyday, the list contains the following:
- work out
- get dressed/do hair
- read for 30 min. (magazine or book... I alternate.)
- sun for 30 min. (don't want to be pasty at graduation...)
- tone (don't want to be flabby at graduation...)
- apply to one real job (don't want to be jobless at graduation...although I probably will be.)
- apply to one part-time/summer job (for until the real job comes along)
- contact one network person
- practice speech once (lately, my heart beat gets faster if anyone says anything that sounds like the word "speech." The other day a freshman was talking about grabbing a peach, and I almost knocked her over, I turned around so fast.)
- blog/write
- update budget
- pack for 30 min.
In addition to the above list, I have another To Do list of miscellaneous items I have to get done in the next week. Today's is:
- deposit check
- fix speech (just some tweaking...)
- write first letter (A few of my friends and I decided to write goodbye letters to each other. This has been on my list all week because I can't bring myself to start.)
- do exit loan counseling (It takes 45 minutes and there's a quiz at the end! But if I don't do it, they won't give me my diploma. I have a feeling this isn't the last time I'll be cursing my loans...)
- buy a clips binder (you know, for all those interviews I have lined up... ... ...)
- wipe down and vacuum room
There you go. Just a little more insight into my neuroses. Now I can check "blog/write" off my list.
What a rush.
Love,
Tara
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
"I Believe You Would Be Suspended."
10:34 pm Chocolate Almond Nougat Ben & Jerry's
Today I did a nine to fiver at COM Student Services. As I've grown older and advanced from young, wide-eyed, eager-to-please office assistant to older, senioritis-stricken senior office assistant, "working" in Student Services has involved less and less work. Sure, I'll file when I'm motivated. I'll answer a few phone calls. But these days, I mostly sit in the spinny chair at the window, look pretty, and flirt with the male student athletes who come by for advising.
Today was a little different. Having not been here last spring semester, I had forgotten how ridiculously CRAZY everyone gets this time of year. With graduation approaching and finals ending, suddenly people realize either 1.) they're not going to graduate or 2.) they won't be returning next semester. The title of this post is what I actually had to tell a student on the phone when he posed a "hypothetical" situation in which he failed several classes.
Luckily, there were no tears today, but I have made students cry before. I really do try to be as nice as possible... unless they're pissing me off. A few weeks ago this girl was frustrated with her life and decided to take it out on me. At one point, when I was trying to calmly explain her situation to her, she told me to, "Just give me the damn form." I'll let you imagine what happened next. Let's just say words were exchanged, and I haven't seen her since.
So, maybe I don't work super hard these days, but somebody's gotta man the window and answer the phone calls from hysterical students. Luckily, I can do all this while reading Cosmopolitan and picking out sports bras on VictoriasSecret.com.
Last night, we had a going-away dinner for all the COM employees. Our boss, Bryan, gave all the seniors awards. Mine?
Bryan: "Tara...you've gotta be the nicest bitchy girl I've ever met."
I choked up a little.
Love,
Tara
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
"These Are a Few of My Favorite Things..."
4.) My new dresses
Before my birthday party on the night of the 2nd, Maria and I spent the day running in and out of stores in the Prudential Building and Copley Mall. With Senior Week rapidly approaching we needed outfits, and I had lots of birthday money I was dying to spend. The Cotton Sateen Tube Dress in Pearl Gray from Express is what I will be wearing to the COM Senior reception, while The Embellished Silk World Traveler Dress from Arden B. is for the Harbor Cruise. Stephanie and I are going shopping tomorrow so I can pick out a dress for the Senior Ball. The spendorphins are rushing already...
5.) The Complete Handbook of Novel Writing

Robbi sent me this book, and I've been making my way through it, trying to wrap my mind around the concept of writing a book. I think I'd like to try it, I just don't know how to start! So, this book has been helping me a little. Maybe one day when I have a job and my life is a little more stable I'll go to grad school for creative writing. Hmmm...
Love,
Tara
Friday, May 1, 2009
"Wake up!"
5:06 pm Free time??? Really???
I had the worst nightmare yesterday. I had this dream that I had to meet with this professor to go over my commencement speech. The day before I'm supposed to meet him, I get this email from him asking me to come earlier and to a different classroom. So I go to this classroom (I'm looking stunning, by the way), and I walk in and see all these older students, and I realize it's a graduate oral presentation class. I sit down off to the side, and everyone's looking at me, wondering who I am. Then the professor says, "This is Tara, the undergraduate speaker for COM." And everyone claps. I smile. Then he says, "She's going to give us her speech, and we're going to critique her."
Oh. Sweet. Jesus.
I start to panic. I haven't read this speech in weeks! Slowly and shakily, I go to the front of the room and begin to give the speech. I'm sweating and my hands are shaking. Wake up, wake up. In the middle of it, the professor cuts me off, "Okay, slow down." I can feel myself getting hot, my face is red. Everyone's staring at me. I finish, and they critique me. "You're going too fast." "You need to enunciate." "Don't lose your energy." Oh, please wake up. And just when I think I'm about to wake up, the professor says, "Okay, do it again." I can feel myself sweating through my shirt, my hair sticking to my neck. I give the speech again, much better this time, but I still get critiqued. I feel my ears going red. Wake up!!! PLEASE!!! Finally, he lets me go. I grab my bag and run out of the classroom, down the hallway, and out of COM, flip-flops thwacking.
I stand outside in the sunlight, squinting up at the COM building.
Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up.
But I never woke up.
It wasn't a dream.
It was just Thursday.
Love,
Tara
