Happy Friday everyone, I made it safely back home and am loving relaxing and taking a much-needed break. In my last post, I talked about how this semester has been pretty tough for me, in more ways than one. One of those ways is rejection.

Rejection is not something I am used to, by any means and until college, I really hadn’t been rejected (other than by boys but I don’t care about them). However, upon entering college rejection is around every corner it seems like.

In high school, when I applied for a leadership position, I got it. When I applied to college, I got accepted to 14 of the 16 schools I applied for. When I wanted good grades, I got them. When I applied for local scholarships, I got every one that I was eligible for. Easy as that.

However, recently, when I want something, really really really want something, bust my ass for it, I sometimes still don’t get it. It’s really humbling really, being rejected. However, it’s also soooo discouraging. Should I not apply for more leadership roles, is studying my butt off for something really worth it if I still don’t succeed? Should I apply for jobs if I most likely won’t get them??

I’ve been at war with myself for some time about this. I keep trying to do things and get experience, however, I keep coming up on the bottom. I’ve been rejected from 4 of the 5 positions I’ve applied for in the last 5 months and I’m almost certain I was one of the only people who applied for the position I actually got. I’m also in the running for 2 things right now so it may be 6/7 but we will have to wait and see.

Seeing that email from the group or place you applied to and having the first word not be “Congratulations!” is always soooo disheartening. You know you were rejected, you still open it and dissect every word from the email like “apply again next year” or “you were such a strong candidate” wondering if they mean that or they’re trying to make you feel better about not giving you the position.

I think the worst part about rejection is you start to hate them. You hate the people that decided your fate, who held your interview, even the person who got your position! You don’t mean to, obviously, but you do. I think it’s more jealousy than hatred, but it appears the same way. You don;t actually hate them and you want them to succeed in the position they’ve taken but you’ve already pictured yourself in that position, created made up scenarios discussing your position, helping others with problems while in that position and so much more that you start to think it’s yours already, until it’s pulled out from underneath you when you thought it was in the palm of your hand.

I’ve decided to do something though. I’ve decided to never stop trying. Fall down 7 times. Stand up 8 kind of thing.

It’s hard to not be envious of those people when you’re in that coulda been position but you have to try. You have to fake it till you make it when it comes to this. Become friends with these people and then you’ll realize that you should have never been envious in the first place.

It’s shitty, rejection is, but in all honesty, there is a reason when you don’t get something and someone else does. Whether they are more qualified, are better at interviewing, or whatever the case may be, but never give up and keep trying because the worst thing you can be told is no.

❤ Alicia ❤


8 down. 8 to go

Hi all, today marks the end of my eighth week in Ohio. I moved in literally 9 weeks ago today. Isn’t that crazy. It feels like I’ve just started yet we’re halfway done. Yet here I am, 9 weeks since that fateful night I was rethinking every aspect of me coming here, how I could transfer again, how I would make my dad drive 7 hours back to Ohio to pick me and all of my things up and head back home.

I had a really deep conversation about this with my roommate Wednesday night. Her friend is transferring to OU next semester so we were discussing our experiences and what we wish we knew, etc. She reassured me that she has also cried since being here. She cried about feeling alone, about credits not transferring, about not knowing what to do, etc. It made me feel so much better about my situation and wanting to go home and not thinking Ohio was the right place for me.

Olivia and I both agree that we haven’t made too many friends. CHAARG has helped immensely as have class and work and I’m making baby steps towards those ‘life-long college friends.’ But it’s hard.  It’s hard being singled out as transfer students. We aren’t surrounded by freshmen (people who also need/want friends) but we are surrounded by other transfer students (I can assure you that Olivia and I got the short end of the stick when it comes to the pick on our floor) and 2nd year students who have already found their niches on campus. Like I said, baby steps.

So, is school still weird? Yes, but a whole lot less weird. Ohio is beautiful and I love all of the people (minus those in Make America Great Again shirts). I truly believe that Ohio is the place I belong. Sometimes, though, I just wish I’d thought of Athens Ohio 3 years earlier.


Dorm Tour | ’17-’18

Hi everyone, I had planned on making this post weeks ago but after a finishing touch on my room was finally delivered today (I ordered it in August) I decided it would be the perfect time to show you my dorm. I have decided not to show my bathroom and sink area because…  there is nothing personal about it except a $4 soap dispenser and who doesn’t know what a bathroom looks like??

When you first step into my room, you are greeted with this adorable welcome mat that says “Home Sweet Home.” My roommate and I both loved it and we incorporated the vine theme above our beds. Stay tuned

Next is just an overview of my bed and study area. I figured I would show you all the big picture before I delved deeper into each section

Onto my bed area. Above my bed is the vine theme with some fake flowers surrounding my initial. My roommate’s is identical except her letter is an ‘O’ for Olivia. We DIY’d the heck out of a fake plant, fake flowers, and some wooden letters. On my wall are just some pictures of me with friends and family, alternating with navy patterned triangles. I got them at Michael’s to match the Triangles on my comforter. My bedding is from Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and it came with 2 sets of sheets, 2 sets of towels, 2 washcloths, a mattress pad, a pillow, a throw blanket, and the comforter, obviously for only $129.99. I’m thrilled with it and it’s very cute. I got the remaining pillows from Bed, Bath, and Beyond and the little white pillow in front says “calm.”

Onto my desk area. My desk itself has all of the basics, books, laptop, water, hand sanitizer, air fresheners, office supplies (I love how my desk this year has drawers because the one at San Diego did not :/) etc.


However, above my desk is my absolute favorite part of my room. Starting from the top and working my way down: these 3 posters I think are so cute and the “She designed a life she loved” is one of my favorite quotes. The “Maybe swearing will help” is sort of an inside joke between my roommate and I and the “Let’s GO” poster is my little blip about how I love to travel. I also adored the color of it.

Below that are just some super adorable pumpkin lights that I got at Walmart for like $5. And at the bottom is my cork board with has my schedule at the top and some pictures from home and San Diego below it, which is surrounded by my dry erase monthly and weekly calendars.

Now moving onto my closet and the random crap section of my room. I have a closet, which is filled to the brim on the right side, a built-in shelf unit with storage and pictures on top, my children in the middle, and a shitpile ranging from lipstick to forks on the bottom. Underneath my built-ins are 4 drawers, which I keep my delicates, pajamas, pants, and t-shirts in.

I just figured I would show in my closet. Like I said, filled. Also, that shoe rack on the bottom is a total lifesaver. Behind the rack are boots which I have yet to bring out

Next, I figured I would show my fish tank. Olivia and I are working on our 3rd, 4th, and 5th fish (the first two were flushed) and our first snail. We named our first fishes Adam and made these cute mini chalkboards with their initials and we didn’t want them to go to waste, so for our current family, each of them has their initials on the board (A, D, A, and M). We have Mada the snail (Adam jumbled), another Adam (all orange), Dot (has a dot on her head), and Antoine (black and orange). We are quite the happy family and these guys and gal have lasted longer than the others (knock on wood).

Finally, I wanted to show off our window. Olivia bought these curtains because our pull down blinds sometimes don’t work and I bought twinkly lights to go behind them. It always looks super cool at night and we get compliments on them all the time.

Hope you enjoyed our room.

Until next time

Alicia, Olivia, Adam, Dot, Antoine, and Mada

Thinking Greek thoughts

Recently, it has come to my attention all of the negative connotations of Greek Life. I decided to rush again here at OU (I ended up dropping for various reasons I will address later) and upon signing up and going through the motions, I have seen firsthand the negative comments from both male and female parties across not only this campus but among others.

Throughout my time at both of my schools, I have had my fair share with Greek Life members. There have definitely been a few annoying sorority girls and some douchey frat boys, but that’s not to say I haven’t met girls outside of sororities who haven’t been annoying, and I know PLENTY of douchey guys without an SAE snapback. I just don’t understand why this stereotype still exists on those involved in Greek Life and people are so adamant about hating those involved.

This past week was Ohio’s recruitment process and in one of my Friday classes, this girl looked very cute, donning a floral romper, with hair curled to perfection and a full face of makeup. She sauntered into the lecture full of confidence ready for her rounds that day, bringing her closer to finding her sisterhood. A beefy blonde boy sat down next to her and hollered out “More sorority shit, huh?” The look on her face went from runway model to lost puppy in the rain. This girl was ecstatic about tonight’s festivities and this boy came down and crushed it. She responded with a meek “mhmm” and reached into her backpack for that class’ materials.

Friday night, I partook in the rush process as well. It was a bit chilly out and I had on a dress and scarf. I was anxious for the night so I called one of my best friends. I hadn’t told too many people I was rushing because it just never came up. While on the phone with her, I told her that I was rushing and had a break in between houses. I received a scoff from her end of the phone followed by, “sororities are stupid. Don’t pay for your friends.” She isn’t in a sorority and I’m almost certain she knows no one who is in a sorority. How does she know they’re stupid? She doesn’t. I proceeded to tell her that everything you pay for is all for something: shirts, formals, retreats, fundraising, the house, and so many other things. She decided, prior to this conversation, that it did not matter what I told her about sororities, she thought they were stupid as the icy sentence of “they’re stupid… but that’s just my opinion.” came out of her mouth and almost stabbed me through the phone. I called a friend because I wanted to think about something other than my anxieties of the night, and she just went and tripled them.

I ended up dropping out of the recruitment process that night, for a variety of reasons. One: the house I really liked was the most expensive of the 10 chapters. 2: The cruel opinions of Greek Life of almost everyone I know. Moreso I feel, because of the latter. Everyone says that it will work out in the end and maybe it’s better I didn’t join.. I will have more money for clothes and traveling and Christmas presents, but I might have found my long lost best friend had I stayed in the process. Who knows? I’m just wondering if due to the negative opinions of Greek life that is held by so many, it stops other girls from going Greek just as it had stopped me. Why can’t we let everyone just do their own thing? Why must we judge everyone for things they love? I just don’t get it


Life changes

I was listening to Thomas Rhett’s new album today and his song “Life Changes” really struck me. I was having a dance party alone in my room and started sobbing, something I’ve been doing quite a bit in my last year on this Earth.

I was always a rule follower. I did my homework, got straight A’s (for the most part), and did everything that was expected of me. I’ve never told anyone this but I’ve been thinking about the real reasons I left San Diego. I tell everyone I left because I changed my major. I really don’t believe that to be true. I tell everyone that San Diego has a crappy education program and I’m here because this one is better. I don’t know anything about San Diego’s education program if I’m being honest. It’s just easier.

I think the real reason I left San Diego was that I didn’t have a lot of friends there. Quality over quantity, I know, but I didn’t have any. There were people I talked to daily, because of class or we lived in the same building, but I didn’t have anyone I really connected with. I tried joining a sorority, I tried going places and joining clubs but I really just couldn’t make any friends. In November, my aunt and my friend Marisa, both ganged up on me to try and convince me to go to ASU. I couldn’t say no and I applied, got in, and was going to major in chemical engineering because that’s what my family thought was best.

It took me about 19 years to be a rule breaker, to go against the current, to say no to something. It changed my life. Taking a year off and changing my major to education was one of the most terrifying and exhilarating things I have ever done in my life.

That year-long break has made me a hard worker, made me break out of my shell, given me beautiful and kind friends, allowed me to see the world in all of its glory, and so much more.

I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting today. This past month was one of a terrifying months of my entire life. Starting college is a life-changing experience and I loved my freshman year at San Diego State (it’s San Diego.. What’s there to hate) but starting college a second time… that was terrifying.

Most people never thought that I would return to school after taking a year off, and I started to believe them. Maybe I would end up living in my parents’ basement for the rest of my life and work at McDonald’s until I could no longer move. Taking time off of school was the first thing I ever did that I decided 100% by myself… what if it backfired?

When I moved into my dorm last month, I was so terrified that I cried in the bathroom on the 5th floor of Baker (our union) for hours. I was terrified because I didn’t know anyone and thought that I’d made a mistake on Ohio. What if I chose to leave Ohio, and transfer again? I was terrified that I would never find my place.

However, I believe that after 5 weeks, I’m slowly starting to find my place. I joined an amazing club called CHAARG. These 203 other women are supportive, kind, strong (inside and out), and have made me feel welcome in a school of 30,000 others. I love my classes, professors, and my peers. This time off (and a new major) has made me fall in love with learning. In San Diego,  I slacked off a lot, I won’t lie, and I thought I was just lazy. In all reality, I was not interested in my classes. This year, I am almost always on top of assignments, I study at night, and have only watched one movie on Netflix.  I love working on school assignments, completing readings, and I am just enjoying learning. That year gave me a second wind and a newfound love for school that had been hiding for the past few years.

I am now confident that I have nothing to worry about. I now know that I was right to take a year off because, without it, I never would have come to OU, I never would have changed my major, joined CHAARG,  or fallen in love with learning.

Life certainly changes, and if you play your cards right, it will change in all the best ways. I promise


Work work work work work

Hi all, today I sort of wanted to discuss what I do at work since I just finished my first week and know my duties for each shift. Also I enjoy work for the most part, which is always a good thing 🙂


I just worked my first Tuesday shift yesterday and on Tuesdays (unlike my other 2 days) I stock. Today was actually my most boring day at work because it should really only be a 1 person job, yet usually there are 2-3 people stocking. My stocking partner, Gary, and I spent the day stocking what we could, pacing around the store waiting for people to buy things so we could restock what they had just selected, and talking about ourselves (since we’ll tentatively be spending every Tuesday for the rest of the semester together).

Gary is also a transfer student who lives in the other transfer dorm on campus, and he is majoring in Applied Nutrition. He transferred from Ohio State and based off of what I’ll tell you next I don’t believe he’s flown much. Something myself and most of the people I know are pretty used to me going from Chicago to San Diego to Chicago to Peru to Chicago to Ohio. However, people from here are not. I said I transferred from SDSU and that I’m from Chicago (not even gliding over my gap year or peru excursion) and his mouth was on the floor. “You must be pretty used to flying then huh? Wild” Wild is right Gary. He also mentioned that he’s heard Chicago is pretty liberal but I’m not sure if that was remarked positively or negatively, so we’ll have to wait and see. Nevertheless, he was cute and sweet and I’ll be looking forward to working stock shifts because I’ll be able to see my new bud Gary.


On Thursdays I work with smoothies. The market I work in has a small smoothie bar called “Smooth Moves” and basically I just make smoothies for 4 hours. It’s a lot easier than I thought because everything is labeled nicely and all of the recipes are taped to the wall. Everyone I work with there is a senior which is a little intimidating but they all said I’d done a great job last week on my first day and that normally when someone new is at smoothie, it’s a shit show. So i’m pretty proud of myself. I haven’t gotten the hang of everything yet but I’m sure I’ll know which container is peaches and which is mixed berry in no time.


Saturdays are for the girls.. And Nick. On Saturdays I work at Smooth Moves again, but I also close. I work from 6pm- close. Which should be from 6-9 but last Saturday I wasn’t out of there until 10. No big deal for me; $8.15 more for me and an excuse not to go out and party. Win win. I work with Heather, Madison, Rhiannon, Olivia, and Nick. Heather, Madison, and Rhiannon are freshman and god is it obvious! I hope it wasn’t that obvious for me. Olivia is also a sophomore and she is my favorite coworker on Saturdays. Nick works the cash register across the store so we really only socialize when we’re closing.

Saturdays seem like they’ll be fun because it’s pretty busy which makes the night go by fast and we all bonded a lot when we had to close the whole market and then some of the attached dining hall because people don’t know how to do their jobs. Also we close at 9 and even though we say that, people still stagger in until 915 or so, which is annoying but we let it slide.

That’s a week in the life of work for me. I’m really surprised I liked it this much and I can’t wait to keep making my smoothies and stocking (talking to Gary) !!!


A little less weird

It’s been about 10 days since I’ve moved into my dorm and said that everything was weird. Ohio is still a little weird, but significantly less weird, which is all I could have asked for.

My roommate and I are getting along well and Friday night we made a Walmart run at 2 in the morning and we got a fish for our room. We named him Adam Benjamin. Adam because we live in Adams Hall and Benjamin after a boy we want to befriend. Only a little weird. We have been talking tons and we are very similar, we’re both very glad we got paired together and didn’t get someone else. She also says I’m very easy to talk to which is really reassuring since I feel like I’m the most awkward person on the face of the planet.

I think what I really needed was for school to start. I crave a schedule because without one, I just lie around and wait for something to happen.

Once school started and my books started to arrive I have been working on homework, talking to people in my classes, etc. I am still a little anxious about being here but I’m working on it.

I also got a job! I am working at one of the campus markets. I work Tuesdays, Thursdays, and every other Saturday which isn’t too bad. I just make smoothies for 4 hours and the people I have worked with so far have been pleasant and nothing but kind to me.I am joining a few more clubs this week and still making it too the gym whenever I can. So, once I get in the swing of things and don’t have to pull out my phone each time I go to class to remember each classroom number, I think the weirdness will subside completely.

In the meanwhile, I have a 22 page article to read and annotate for Wednesday, so wish me luck

Alicia 🙂

Hello September

Hi everyone, this week has been filled with school, homework, work, and going to the gym so I will update on all of that in the coming days. However, for the past few months (on and off) I have started off the month by writing a few goals for the month, During August I never followed up with them, but since I am finally back in the swing of things, I will be following up again at the end of the month. Let’s get started with my September goals

  1. Finish all of my homework the day BEFORE it is due. My classes don’t start until 12:55 but I don’t want to spend my morning rushing to finish any last minute homework and not make it to the gym or be late to class.
  2. Go to the gym 5 (or more) days a week. I joined a club called CHAARG which is for girls who love working out and fitness and to liberate girls from the elliptical, so that will help with  keeping myself accountable, however, if #1 doesn’t succeed, me making it to the gym after class is a rarity
  3. Call or Facetime my family at least twice a month. I call my dad daily to rant about life and to tell him about my future husband I met this week, but I rarely call anyone else. A facetime during a weekend where I get to talk to my parents, sister, and my dog, of course, would be nice.
  4. Practice good hygiene. I’m good about this in the usual aspects: brushing my teeth, using soap, showering etc. however, my skin sometimes needs some TLC. I need to remember to wash my face twice a day and to put lotion on my face and body twice a day as well.
  5. Go to club meetings. One thing I didn’t do in San Diego was join clubs or hell, talk to more than 5 people, so this year, I am making it a habit of joining 3 clubs and going to as many of the meetings that my schedule permits because I want to make friends here, besides my roommate.

There were my September goals. Do you have any?



I feel weird. Ohio is weird. It’s my first night here and I just feel weird. Maybe it’s the fact that my sinuses are clogged beyond repair or maybe it’s because i feel like a speck of dust floating in the air, but I feel weird.

I am all moved in, my dad has come and gone, and my roommate and I have exchanged some small talk about our home lives and old schools.

However, as I sit here on my new bedding, looking at my tidy desk and 4 dorm walls where I’ll be spending a great deal of my next 9 months, I can’t help but feel weird.

This feeling is one I’ve felt before. It’s the feeling of being in a new place. When you don’t know what to do, so you float, you just float and float and float until you are given a routine or a task or a human plucks you from thin air and says you are not dust anymore.

I don’t want to be dust. I have 2 full days before school starts and I just feel like dust. Sunday will be fine with floor meetings and involvement fairs and scoping out classes.

But tomorrow, what will be of tomorrow? I might just go out and scope out campus, maybe grab a cup of coffee and write until my heart’s content. I don’t know what will be of tomorrow,  or the days and weeks to come after; but I know one thing: I do not want to be dust.

Back to school series: school year goals

Finishing up my back to school series by doing something I love making; lists of goals. Whenever I start something new; a year, a school, a job, etc. I love making a little set of goals for myself. Here are my goals for school this semester

  1. Go to the gym 6 days a week
  2. Drink 64oz of water daily
  3. Get at least 7 hours of sleep each night- Usually, I’d want 8 but let’s be honest
  4. Finish all of my homework before the day it’s due- Usually pertaining to essays and studying
  5. Get 10,000 steps in daily- With my job on the opposite end of campus, this should be no problem
  6. Try not to skip class more than once a month- The goal is not missing at all but it’s bound to happen a few times a semester and that’s okay.
  7. Use my planner!
  8. Visit my professors at least once each- Nothing says dedicated like going to office hours no matter how small the question may seem
  9. Join an extracurricular  activity (or 6)- I’ve already got a few ones I I’d like to join, it just depends on whether or not they fit into my schedule
  10. Aim for Straight As
  11. Read a book or two that wasn’t assigned- I love reading but sometimes I find that Netflix and napping are higher on my list of priorities
  12. Save money

What are your goals for the next 6 months?