2 Years Experience Required? No Problem.

Everyone comes to a point in their college careers when they realize, “Shoot, I have to enter the real world soon, don’t I?” Yeah, apparently that college degree thingy you’ve been working toward this whole time is supposed to help you find a job after you graduate. If you’re like me, between all the football games, brunches, sleepovers, and so on, you kinda forgot that little detail.

So one day, you dust off your old résumé, laugh at the fact that it still lists “high school cheer captain” under extracurricular activities, scroll through old cheer photos for a couple hours, bring yourself back to reality, update that puppy of a résumé, and begin your online job search.

*Stares at screen perplexed*

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“What city do I want to live in? LA? No, too fake. New York? No, too scary. D.C.? Yeah, okay, I could live in D.C.*

*Googles PR jobs in D.C.*



“$40,000 per year. Can I live off that much?”

*Googles cost of living in D.C.*




And then you find one — the job that looks perfect. It applies to your degree, sounds moderately interesting, or dare you say, fun, and it pays sort of well (for an entry-level position). SOLD!

But then you see the requirements. 2 years experience. Shoot.

After all, what’s your degree good for if it’s not enough to qualify you for a career?

That’s where internships comes in.


Internships are great because they give you the opportunity the test out different industries without the commitment of a full-time job. Employers understand that interns are there to learn, and therefore allow a little more leniency. Some internships can last for a month, for the summer, for a whole semester, or even for a whole year. At the end, when your time is up, you can decide whether you loved it or hated it so you know where to go next.

Internships also set you apart, because they offer something classes cannot: real world experience. It doesn’t matter how many textbooks you’ve read or projects you’ve aced. Until you’ve actually applied your skills to a real-world position, you simply are not prepared for the job market. Internships are the perfect transition into that, as they provide a learn-as-you-go environment.

Even better, internships can help lead to future careers. Sometimes, companies hire interns up as full-time employees, meaning, depending on where you work and how well you do, your internship could essentially be like a year-long interview, leading you into a paid position! Even if not, supervisors are often happy to help you find the next step after your internships, either by connecting you with someone who’s hiring, offering a recommendation, or both.

Internships are perfect for your time in college, as you’re not yet weighed down by the cost of living on your own. Many internships are unpaid, meaning they’re not exactly suitable for life after college when you’re dead broke. Most employers are willing to work with your college schedule, so you won’t have to worry about internships interfering with your grades. They look amazing on a résumé, as it shows you were willing to put in extra time for things besides partying. And best of all, by the time you graduate, you will have already completed all the experience required for that dream job of yours!

So go out, apply for a few internships, have some fun, and get started down your path to your dream career!

Where would you like to intern? Tell me on Twitter and I might retweet you!



I’d Take This Over a “Night Out” Any Day


It started out innocently enough. About three weeks ago, just before I was about to embark on my week of spring break craziness, my little invited me over for a nice dinner at her parents’ house. She informed me that a couple her parents were friends with, and whom I’d met before at a previous dinner, would be there. It seemed like a nice, relaxing evening — the perfect “calm before the storm” that would be my week in San Diego.

Boy, was I wrong.

On the evening in question, I joined my little, her parents, and family friends for a truly lovely dinner over a few glasses of red wine and champagne. Who could complain, honestly? And as pre-dinner cocktail hour, game hour, dinner hour, and post-dinner cocktail hour came and went, the family friends realized it was time to head home. The rest of us, however, were just warming up — my little’s parents included. So we did what any normal, fun-loving people would do: we invited more guests over.

Unfortunately for my little’s parents, that particular evening was a Sunday, meaning most of the working adult world had to get up and go to work the next morning. In other words, none of them were down for a little late-night Sunday Funday. Luckily, my little and I knew of a ragtag bunch of college students who were.

See, at this point in the semester , several of our friends had already departed for their own spring break excursions, and those of left in our college town formed a makeshift crew of misfits, dubbed the “Reno Spring Break Crew.” Side note: I was swiftly kicked out of this group text the moment I boarded my plane for San Diego.

Fast forward to the crew arriving. We showered them with the leftovers of the evening’s preceding events — remnants of food, wine, and dessert to catch them up to speed. Those of us who had been there the entire time (Ahem, yours truly) continued at the pace we had been all evening. Needless to say, things got out of hand pretty quickly.

Before we knew it, someone spilled red wine over a white table cloth, and my little’s dad got it in his head that he could complete that trick where one pulls a tablecloth off a table in one swift motion, as to leave the table setting completely intact. The first try wasn’t all that successful, nor was the second, or fourth, or tenth. By about his thirtieth attempt, however, my little’s dad was getting the hang out the maneuver, and by about his eightieth time, he had all but mastered it.

This continued for hours, and none of us grew tired of it. (Okay, maybe my little’s mom was slightly wary at first, but even she joined in the fun.)

By the end of the evening, we were sitting around the bar in their home, sampling shots of expensive foreign liquors, pretending to be interested in the “bouquet of flavors,” or whatever. The evening was perfect.

Fast forward to yesterday, Easter Sunday — exactly three weeks after the previously recounted evening. The same group of friends (plus those of us who had since returned from spring break), gathered at our friend, Taylor’s house for a day of brews, brunch, and bunnies.

After our Easter services ended, we all slowly began to trickle into Taylor’s — bringing with us an assortment of brunch foods, desserts, and drinks. We spent all day laughing, playing games, and enjoying the splendor of togetherness. As the day went on, as they all do, the crowd whittled away. By about 5 p.m., what was left was a core group of eight best friends (many of the same ones from the first evening), who spent the next seven hours bonding together.

Until about midnight, the eight of us sat around Taylor’s outdoor fireplace, reliving cherished shared memories, making plans for the summer, laughing together, and talking about the future. We shared blankets in the cold, downed a few beers, ate far too much food, acted silly at times, and grew closer than ever.

Those are the kinds of evening you can never replace, and you will never forget. Those are the types of evenings you can’t get from going to a bar or a nightclub. Not that I have anything against bars or nightclubs, but they can never produce the types of memories, love, and friendships that our friends made yesterday.

As my time in college winds down, I’ve realized that it’s not the college bars or the massive parties that I’ll miss. What I’ll truly miss are the irreplaceable nights with the people I’ve grown so close to. They say you can’t choose your family, but I know the friends that I’ve made in college are just that — my family. The core eight of us rely on each other on a daily basis, and operate as one. We believe in each other, support each other, and spend as much time as possible together, even if it means doing nothing for hours.

For anyone who thinks that people see college as the best years of their lives because of downtown nightlife, I urge you to reconsider your friends. Are they people you only drink with, or can you actually talk to them about real problems? Do you only see them on Friday and Saturday nights, or do you study together during the week? If, by the time you graduate, you don’t find yourself surrounded by a group of incredible, loving, fun people, then you haven’t taken advantage of what college has to offer.

To me, a home is only a home because of the people there. That’s why it was so hard for me to leave my parents’ home, because everyone I loved was there. Now, as I get ready to leave my college town — my other home — I find it difficult because it means leaving my other family behind. I’d give anything for another day like yesterday.

What does home mean to you? Tell me on Twitter and I might retweet you!


Let the Countdown Begin

You guys.

It’s happening.

50 days until graduation.


Personally, I never wanted to be one of those people who posted every “last” thing about my senior year of college on social media. So far, I’ve been fairly successful. But this past week has been unreal.

With the Scripps Dinner on Tuesday (a formal dinner for Reynolds School of Journalism alumni, faculty, and graduating seniors), the grad fair, an email about an upcoming graduate luncheon, and the shipment of my graduation announcements, I was an emotional wreck. In addition, today marks just 50 DAYS until I graduate, earlier this week Graduation by Vitamin C came on my shuffle (commence tears, commence redoing makeup before class), and this weekend, I will take my senior pictures. WHAT IS LIFE?


So here I am, giving into the unavoidable graduation count down. 50 days. 50 days left of classes and homework and studying and exams and papers and projects and all-nighters and the library and presentations. 50 days left of theme parties and shotgunning beer and tailgates and football and fraternities and formals and party buses and The Wal and Wine Walks and Wine Wednesdays and bringing wine to class and six-day weekends. 50 days left of “What am I doing with my life?!” and confusion and nervous breakdowns and hating life and being too old for this and needing to grow up already and needing a nap and wanting to move on to the next chapter of my life. 50 days left of being right here, right now and seeing familiar faces around me on campus and in the community at all times and being able to call up any of my friends at any time to do anything and having random adventures and not having responsibilities and friendship and laughter and the good, the bad, and the ugly and making memories that will last a lifetime and magic and perfection and collegiate bliss.

50. Days.

I have no regrets that I’ve started the countdown. I don’t know if I could avoid the countdown if I even tried. You kind of have to have a countdown, both for the good and the bad. You have to be aware in one sense that you only have to get through 50 more days of stress and classes (my last days in school ever! …unless I go to grad school one day, but that’s another post). At the same time, you have to be aware that you are only allowed 50 more days of what you will one day look back on as your “college days.” And that’s the reality.

50 days, and there’s nothing you can do about it. So make the very, very most of it.

Are you also winding down to graduation? Do you feel like you had enough time in college? Let’s talk about it on Twitter!


Is Your 200-Second Snap Story Really Necessary?

There is a crime against humanity that law enforcement is currently doing absolutely nothing about. You don’t see this travesty anywhere in the news. It runs rampant. This form of harassment invades our phones, dulls our minds, burns our eyes, and takes up valuable minutes of our precious time. What am I referring to? Oversharing on social media, of course.

Perhaps this is a topic I should have covered before spring break, as that is a time that most of us are likely to fall victim to the oversharing trap. It’s understandable, considering spring break is a time when you’re surrounded by friends and fun and festivities, and you are likely to take lots of pictures and videos. And of course, you are inclined to immediately share all those bits of media online.

But I urge you…



Seriously, do you really think your friends care about all 200 seconds of your SnapChat story? Let me give you some hints. If you are posting several clips from a concert, your friends do not care. If you are posting several selfies with drinks in your hand, your friends do not care. If you are posting a lot of the same thing over and over again, your. friends. do. not. care. Seriously. They don’t.

Now, I myself had about a 200-second strong SnapChat story each day over spring break. Why? Because I posted intermittently, about different moments, each one unique and (#humblebrag) hilarious. But even then, I could have taken the following advice into consideration.

You don’t have to post pictures of yourself drinking for people to know that you party. We get it. You go to college. Maybe you joined a sorority or fraternity. Your friends from high school are going to assume that you’ve made new friends and that you go out and party and drink. You don’t have to prove them right. In fact, you shouldn’t. Subtlety is sexy.


In this day in age, you should assume that nothing on the internet is private or temporary. In fact, you should assume the exact opposite — that anyone can see anything you post, and that that content will live forever. Don’t believe me? Ever heard of screenshots? Group texts? Things can go viral in a matter of minutes, and one day, you could be the victim of that. So be careful whom you share what with.

Moreover (even if you don’t want to think this far in the future just yet), future employers, whether you believe it or not, really do look at your social media accounts. Think of how you online stalk your crush… and triple that. They Google you. They look you up on Linked In (and judge you if you don’t have one), on Facebook, on Instagram, on Twitter, and more. They look at all of your content. They judge what you have and have not posted online, and that could determine whether or not you get a job. Think of your online presence as a pre-job interview.

Think about your exes, your future spouses, your grandmas, your little siblings, and your boss looking at everything you post online. Would you be proud of how you’ve represented yourself?

So…are you portraying yourself online how you want to be portrayed in the real world? Please, everyone, remember to think before you post. Especially you, millennials!

What’s your biggest social media blunder? Tell me on Twitter and I might retweet you!


Sprang Break Forever

This is it, people. It’s the week we’ve all been waiting for since the first day of fall semester. It’s the week that we, as college students, are #blessed with each and every school year. It’s epic. It’s famous. It’s hard to describe. They’ve made movies about it. This week is…spring break.


As an award-winning spring breaker (literally, I’ve earned medals), and a fifth-year veteran of the affair, I’ve mastered the perfect recipe to create the PERFECT spring break. Let’s examine:

By now, we’ve all been eating salads and working out non-stop since December 26th, getting our booties in tip-top shape for a week of wearing nothing but bikinis. And now that we’ve reached our #bodgoals, we can finally let loose and have all the beers and burgers we want.


School is out for ONE WHOLE WEEK, so you don’t have to think about classes, or even remember what your major is, for that matter.


You’re about to take SO MANY SELFIES and cute pictures with your besties and spring break squad, and both your Instagram and SnapChat story are about to be ON *clap* POINT *clap*.


If you’re like my friends and me, you have spring break-specific alter egos that you’ve been using since freshman year, and you are all well-accquainted with each other’s back stories so that you don’t call each other by anything else while there, especially out at the bars…

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For the entire next week, you have nothing on your calendar or to do list. Except…


Wake up *drank* beer bong *drank* breakfast *drank* mimosas *drank* beach time *drank* volleyball *drank* ocean *drank* bikinis *drank* tequila bong *drank* boardwalk *drank* bro tanks *drank* flip flops *drank* snapback *drank* sunnies *drank* fanny pack *drank* uber *drank* 40 *drank* beer pong *drank* flip cup *drank* sunshine *drank* palm trees *drank* sandy cheeks *drank* shotgun *drank* *drank* pass out *drank* wake up *drank* jello shots *drank* burgers *drank* hot dogs *drank* tacos *drank* power shower *drank* beer bong *drank* weirdness *drank* car bombs *drank* party *drank* red cups *drank* dancing *drank* jello shots *drank* clubbing *drank* dennys *drank* late night *drank* beach time *drank* kisses *drank* pass out *drank* repeat *drank*

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And sometimes questionable people may ask you to do some questionable things…


But then after a second you’re like…


And the next morning you wake up like…

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And you repeat that all every day for an entire week, so by the end of it you don’t want to leave and you’re like…

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Remember, you only get four (or five) (or six) (maybe seven) spring breaks in your entire life, so with that being said…


Where are you headed this spring break? Tweet me photos of your spring break and I might retweet you!


Whoever Said Student Government Doesn’t Matter Was Seriously Mistaken

In case you haven’t heard, democracy is very near and dear to my heart. I love that I live in a nation that celebrates the People’s right to choose their leaders, and I regularly remind others how important it is to cast their votes in U.S. elections.

Student government is no exception. This week, the University of Nevada is holding elections for the Associated Students of the University of Nevada (ASUN) offices of President, Vice President, and 22 Senators. If you are a student at my university, I urge you to cast your vote via WebCampus before 5 p.m. on Thursday, March 12. Before you vote, make sure you learn about the candidates’ platforms, especially the presidential candidates, vice presidential candidates, and your college’s senatorial candidates.


For those who believe ASUN doesn’t do anything of importance, consider this: ASUN has a budget of $2.2 million, comprised entirely of student fees. This money goes toward student programming, such as concerts, shows, movies, game nights, barbecues, tailgates, homecoming events, and more, as well as scholarships and opportunities like the Pack Internship Grant Program, which pays students to participate in otherwise-unpaid internships that can help said students secure a job after graduation. In addition, ASUN helps fund on-campus clubs, organizations, and Greek chapters, and hosts contests and giveaways with prizes ranging from Wolf Pack t-shirts and spirit gear to cameras and iPads. Elected ASUN officers plan these events and programs, decide how much money is allocated toward each of them, and work closely with administration to ensure the comfort, happiness, and wellbeing of Wolf Pack students.

In other words, students at our university pay a total of $2.2 million annually for events and programs that have a direct positive impact on our lives, and we have the power to elect the people who decide how to spend that money. With that being said, why wouldn’t you vote?

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If you still aren’t understanding exactly how ASUN operates, check out this great article in The Sagebrush, written by one of my close friends, that explains the true importance of ASUN and our role as students to understand its operations.

Even better than just voting in this week’s elections — get involved in student government yourself! If you aren’t thrilled about the idea of running for an elected office, considering applying for an appointed position within ASUN. Every position in ASUN is important, and getting involved in student government is a great way to give back to your university and to stay in-the-know about current events.

Even though I will graduate and move on from the University of Nevada in just two months, I still cast my vote this morning because I want to leave my alma mater in good hands. Whether you are a freshman, a super senior like myself, or somewhere in between, make sure you vote in the ASUN elections either today or tomorrow via WebCampus, on the third floor of the student union, or in the lobby of Argenta.


Did you vote yet? Tweet me a picture of yourself voting and I might retweet you!


The Torture of Waiting for Spring Break

 So unless you’ve been living under a rock or something, you know that NEXT WEEK IS SPRING BREAK. Which, of course, means that this week is one of the worst of the entire semester. I know that you’re probably just as done as I am right now (which would make you 500% done, by the way) so let’s skip the nonsense and jump right into why this week is the literal worst:

1. Midterms


Exams, papers, projects, presentations, and generally hating life. There is so much to do, so little time, and literally none of me that wants to actually do anything. Midterms may even be more stressful than finals because I still actually kind of care at this point in the semester. Kind of.

2. Daylight Savings Time

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Why does this have to happen right before spring break EVERY YEAR? Beside the fact that we’re all exhausted, over-worked college students who don’t get enough sleep as it is, now, during the worst week of the year, you’re going to take away a whole hour of precious sleep from us? No, it’s fine. Why don’t you just announce a worldwide shortage on coffee while you’re at it.

3. What is sleep

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Okay, so this one is kind of a combination of numbers 1 and 2, but SERIOUSLY WHO HAS TIME FOR SLEEP THIS WEEK? *Sobs uncontrollably*

4. Thinking of all the other fun things you could be doing right now


My spring break group text will not stop blowing up, my weather app says it’s 80 degrees and sunny in San Diego, and all I can think about is how in seven days, I will be lying in my new bikini on Mission Beach with a margarita in my hand and not a care in the world. Not to mention, the three-hour season finale of The Bachelor is on tonight (#TeamBecca), there is an entire new season of House of Cards I have yet to allow myself to watch, and with the nice weather the West Coast has been having, it’s PRACTICALLY DAY DRINKING SEASON ALREADY. Sigh. These will have to wait.

5. Dieting


Dear Girl Scouts, why must you insist on selling cookies right before spring break every year? I currently have twelve boxes of Thin Mints sitting in my freezer, begging to be eaten, but I can’t even touch them until March 22nd, when I can drown my sorrows of returning to the real world by eating an entire sleeve in one sitting. Not mention, it’s Lent, meaning I can’t have chips or candy. PLUS, hello, I’ll be in bikinis all next week, so there goes any chance of me eating carbs anytime soon. I guess I’ll just cry and eat some carrots.

6. So close, yet so far away

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Everyone knows that spring semester is inevitably not as great as fall semester. There’s no football, and therefore no homecoming, and the general thrill of returning to your beloved college campus has worn off. This year has dragged on since August and we are all completely worn out. What we need is just one week to let loose and blow off some steam, but that week will come just about one week too late. In the words of Miley Cyrus, “I can almost see it, that dream I’m dreaming…” And that dream is spring break, and this week of pure torture is the only thing standing in my way. SPRING BREAK PLEASE COME SOONER.

Want to share in my glorious misery? Tell me on Twitter what your spring break plans are and I might retweet you!