As this leg of my education comes to a close, it’s time to reflect. My first semester of my senior year. I was under the impression that senior year would be a cake walk, and it has been quite the opposite. But, all that aside, I have learned a tremendous amount this semester, both in the classroom and beyond.
In my PR Research class, I successfully moderated a focus group to gain insight to my fellow students’ awareness of the USF Federal Credit Union. I say successfully because the building didn’t burn down, nobody died, and there was pizza. In all reality – the success of my focus group will remain a mystery, since most of the kids that participated didn’t say much and nodded or shook their heads a lot. That made for an interesting transcript. I say successful because despite the boring topic, people still showed up. I say successful because I learned about focus groups, and learned that I’m not really into moderating them, at least not for something like a credit union.
In my PR Issues class, I wrote a strategic plan. I created, from start to finish, a strategic plan for a fictional case, and it was amazing. I presented a case study on Margaret Sanger and her creation of Planned Parenthood and managed to exit that classroom alive after speaking on such a polarized issue.
In my PR Writing class, I started a blog, which has now morphed itself into what I have here. I also mastered Facebooking without getting in trouble. And I fine-tuned my media alerts and press releases in the process. I think I gained more experience in multi-tasking and social media in that class than I did traditional writing experience.
Outside of the classroom, the most beneficial thing I did this semester was attend PRSSA’s National Conference in Detroit in October. There, I met Penelope Trunk, who has since become a mentor of mine, and has helped me get the ball rolling on my career.
I have learned a great deal from my internship at Moffitt and after speaking with my supervisors today, we have extended my internship to go through graduation for sure, if not more after that. I really like it here, and the experience so far has been invaluable. I was putting everything I’ve written on my flash drive and I’m impressed with the quality and how it’s improving with each new release I create.
Next semester? Advanced PR. PR Design. My internship for credit, a directed reading on social media and my last two requirements for graduation will round out my schedule. I am excited, but nervous. I am looking forward to SXSW and all of the opportunities that conference will bring. I look forward to diving into social media and really getting into it and understanding it.
Until further notice, I am sleeping in, staying up late and working as much as possible so I can have lots and lots of money for SXSW.
Any of you that have been following my Twitter will know that things have been a bit topsy-turvy lately.
It’s the end of the semester, which means I’m about $2300 short for next semester. It’s the end of the semester which means my workload is insane. I was under the impression senior year was supposed to be a cake walk? Not the case here. Between a full course load, my sweet internship and slinging drinks, I feel like I’m spread pretty thin. Which, would explain, the soldier being introduced into my life.
Not one to publicize my relationships for millions (I wish there were millions reading this), I’ll keep him named the soldier. The soldier came back from Iraq in June and is the younger brother of my roommmate’s boyfriend. ::pause for connection:: Ahh. Yes. So this last week, almost two weeks since the inception of the soldier as a love interest has been quite a whirlwind.
Let me set the stage. Roommate’s birthday was last Monday, and the soldier came down to celebrate. I had declared my lack of time and interest in someone to my roommate prior to him showing up but when he did, that all went out the window. My skinnier nemesis had also found the soldier attractive, but knowing I have a leg up on her in the humor department, I started racking my brain for the “line” that would ultimately decide my fate in the matter.
I needed something quirky and hilarious, something that wasn’t too corny, but corny enough to crack a smile if nothing else. I found my moment. In a high-school-esque battle, my roommate and the solider went to rival high schools and were taking jabs at each other as if they both were still in HS. When the soldier mentioned that his school had the “boot”, a prized rivalry possession, all four years he was playing, I turned to him and delivered my victory line:
Me: “So, does your back hurt?”
Soldier: “from what?”
Me: “single-handedly carrying the team for four years?”
Soldier: paying attention now.
So after I nailed my segue into conversation, we talked. Forever. We were up well past the normal business hours of the bar and into the morning talking about anything and everything.
We talked about his tour in Iraq, politics, religion, all the topics you are definitely supposed to avoid when you first meet someone. The intensity of the conversation and our time together in general continued through the week and weekend, and into the beginning of this week.
Where is it going? I’m not entirely sure, but I like it.
The end of the semester is coming which means there is a forecast of a lull in blogging followed by a flood of blogging after finals.
Keep your fingers crossed, I’m only a semester away from being a degree-holding citizen of the world!
As I continue to evaluate my likes and dislikes, my strengths and weaknesses and what I have to offer in the PR world, I started thinking of different avenues of PR. Here are some things I like, that would possibly lead to a job in PR:
- Travel. Namely Vegas and the Caribbean.
- Restaurants. I’ve been surrounded by this industry my whole life.
- Social media (obviously)
Add that on to my last post, and I’ve got some soul-searching to do.
I love the energy of Vegas – everyone is there to have a great time. I went in March of last year and had the most amazing time. Everything is bright and shiny and there is so much to see and do. My hopes for Caesar’s Windsor were high – and then I realized I wasn’t in Vegas and it sucked. Casinos in general are amazing to me, lights and bells going off and people full of hope, it’s incredible. Maybe I’ll start looking into that.
The job hunt has begun. Where will I end up? I’m not ruling anything out, that’s for sure.