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The Time UD Almost UDidn’t

Welcome, or welcome back, Blue Hens. For those readers new to the blog, my name is Claire Davanzo, and I’m the resident junior here at 186. In keeping with the theme of this week (that is, how the blog team arrived at UD), I almost wish I had some picture perfect college story of my arrival for you… Almost, because things around me are never picture perfect, and there wouldn’t be much of a college story if they were.

So I’m here to tell you about the time UD almost UDidn’t.

With the help and guidance of my remarkable mother, I applied and was accepted to nine different universities. I’d visited each one, and at the beginning, it seemed almost impossible to choose between them. A few difficult decisions later, and I had narrowed my way down to two.

The first was The College of New Jersey: a home favourite, it’s less than an hour from Parsippany, my home town, and boasts a notably intelligent, selective group of students on a beautiful campus. The second, as expected, was the University of Delaware: decidedly farther from home, with a much larger, though equally beautiful, campus and almost no one I knew attending.

To help make my decision, I visited both schools again. Again, it would be nice to tell you that I “felt it,” or “just knew” when I came back to UD, but I didn’t. I didn’t know at all. The one thing that could reassure me was, again, my mom, this time promising that with all the amazing choices on my list of schools, I’d be happy no matter where I chose.

I thought orientation would help me feel The Spark. However, what it did (and I’ve no shame in admitting this) was make me all the more nervous, all the more wary. And so with the rest of collegiate preparations. The closer the beginning of my freshman year came, the more and more nervous I was beginning to feel.

… And then Hurricane Irene happened.

Hopefully this will be the first year at UD where my class and I do not have to deal with a hurricane. But, my freshman year, Irene was what pushed my move-in back. It was just enough time for me to calm my nerves and brace myself for college.

And I’m going to be honest with you. I did not fit with UD right away. It took more or less a month for me to feel like this school is where I belong. For me to settle into my classes and the rhythms of campus. For me to start calling Russell home instead of the dorm.

But (my homesick freshman hens, this is for you) it did happen. And I do know now that I’ve chosen the right place. I hope UDidn’t give up on UD just yet, because it’s a wonderful place to be. I hope you come to love it here as much as I do.

In the Blink of an Eye…

“Don’t blink.” A line from Doctor Who, stamped across t-shirts and quoted religiously by fans everywhere.

 

“Blink and you’ll miss it.” A tried and true saying one particular friend of mine uses on any occasion she can find.

 

“The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye; the story of love is hello, goodbye.” A Jimi Hendrix line: one that suddenly seems all too relevant as I find myself down to the single digits of the remainder of my summer vacation.

 

I don’t understand. I’m a Whovian, a quoter of old sayings, and a music lover. I heard the warnings. Summer seemed to be sidling leisurely across my calendar pages, spent reading and sipping iced coffees… But somehow, I must have managed to blink, because the past three months have sprinted by at almost breakneck speed. I think I see Hendrix’s point, because I seem to recall a post earlier this year about how quickly it seemed my college career overall was going, only to find myself halfway through it. More recently (say, last week recently?), I blogged about turning twenty, and how two decades could pass so quickly without my noticing.

 

It seems I’ve been doing more blinking than I thought.

 

So, in an effort to retrospectively slow down (Time Lady, remember? The ability to slow down or speed up time comes with the fabulous wardrobe and the little blue box), this post will be a sort of highlights reel of the summer. We’ll also all be on the same page when we’re all back on campus in less than two weeks!

 

From the end of classes until mid-June was a glorious block of time, which consisted mainly of lounging around on various, comfy surfaces in my house, catching up on my shows and my blogs and everything I’d neglected at the end of the semester. I honestly would not underrate this time at all; to say I was whipped past the point of cream by the end of last semester would be generous. Then, I started interning with Cambridge five days a week; I gave my weekends to my other job: cashiering at Staples during back to school season.

 

I’m beginning to understand why those six weeks in particular are a blur.

 

Throw in learning how to Snapchat like a professional (thanks to siblings Allie and Christopher) and preparing for choir auditions (happening on the day I return to campus), and you’ve pretty much got my summer. Oh, and turning twenty. Best not to leave that out.

 

One night in particular, though, is sticking out in my memory, and upon which I’m going to base the upcoming semester: a late evening at Applebee’s with the ladies from my Girl Scout troop. People I’ve grown up with and still love to bits.

An Applebees reunion with some the above described Girl Scouts- all grown up!

An Applebees reunion with the above described Girl Scouts- all grown up!

 

This semester, it’s all about the Girl Scout life: be your best and stay focused, but remember to keep up with the people you love.

 

And don’t forget the cookies.

 

See you on campus!

~Claire Davanzo

 

On Turning 20

My Uncle Joe, a former high school principal, claims that people leap from childhood to adulthood, moving from age twelve to age twenty, with nothing in between. He insists that this skip helps avoid the “unpleasantness of being a teenager,” or, more importantly for him, dealing with teenager-dom. Considering his past career, it’s obvious he’s joking,  but when he mentions skipping thirteen through nineteen, it just seems like such a long time.

I suppose my Uncle Joe can welcome me back into the family, because it finally happened. I knew the date was coming up, but, somewhere in the back of my mind, I don’t think I really believed it would arrive (too much wibbly-wobbly from Doctor Who or something along those lines). But, as time tends to do, it passed, and on July 26th, I finally turned 20.

The day of my birthday itself was great. I slept in, had an iced coffee delivery from my mom, went out to dinner with two of my very good friends (thanks, Greca and Jay!), and, for the most part, just relaxed. I’m even still awaiting a mysterious birthday present from my little sister. Overall, my family and friends made the day wonderful. It wasn’t until the day after the fact that it hit me. I am no longer a teenager.

As it happened, I was working my summer job at the Staples in my hometown the day after my birthday, and, amid the customers flooding in that weekend for back to school madness, my mind was racing. I’m twenty, and I’m still working the same job I’d started when I was sixteen. True, this summer has been the one of my internship at Cambridge University Press (see my last post for some details on that!), but that moment’s realisation made me feel like I’d gone stagnant before I’d even started.

In part, this is probably due to the rapid and random arrival of articles about twenty-somethings (or twenty-nothings, if you’re me) I’ve been reading lately. Almost on cue, they began to spring up on my Facebook timeline: things twenty-year-olds don’t know, things twenty-year-olds should be doing, things twenty-year-olds should remember, etc. Standing behind the counter at my retail summer job, thinking of this flood of instruction and advice, it was easy for me to panic. And panic I did. But just a little.

Because despite what the articles say, twenty is still young. I still have time, and while I don’t plan on wasting it, I don’t plan on spending it stressing and fretting, either. I still want to write and publish a novel (or two, or three…), I still want to teach, and I still want to be happy. There are a number of different paths I could take to get there, and twenty is the start of the road.

~Claire Davanzo

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Bright Lights, Big City

Summer. Every year, just when I’m ready to pull my hair out in the middle of finals week, I convince myself that this time, my summer will be soothing. Relaxing, even. And while, every year, this has yet to be the case, I’ve found I’m not minding the busyness during this summer in particular.  Because this summer, for the past two weeks and the next four to come, I’m interning at Cambridge University Press in New York.

Now, I’m going to be honest with you, the first day was not at all for what I’d hoped. After many collective hours pouring over city and bus maps, then subway schedules, I was sure I’d at least be able to find the AT&T Building (both where I am interning and from which Z100 broadcasts) with little to no trouble. However, after getting off at the wrong bus stop, I learned how to use the subway in about two minutes and managed to get into the building and up to the eighteenth floor right on time.

The ATT Building

the AT&T Building

Tack on a few more dilemmas, including setting up my own cubicle and phone-line at the office, and discovering my car had been towed back in Parsippany, and I was just about ready to collapse by the time I staggered off the bus back in Jersey.

Thankfully, things have improved significantly since that first day. I can successfully navigate a number of different buses and subway trains, and discovered a small park just a block or two away from my building; recently, my fellow interns and I have been fleeing the filing and faxing of Cambridge to go sit in the park and have lunch together.

And the other interns, I should add, are all every bit as friendly, fun, and witty as I’d expected they might be. I take the subway out of the office every day with one girl, and have our big group lunches with all the other interns on our floor, seventeen. It’s also great to have people in the same boat as you, so when your eyes are crossing from filing for hours, you can take a wander to someone else’s cubicle just to take a breath.

Claire's pic of Capsouto Park in Tribeca!

Claire’s pic of Capsouto Park in Tribeca!

I should mention, it isn’t all filing. I’m working in the English Language Teaching department, in Adult Editing. Some days are busier for me than others, but one of the best things I’ve gotten to do so far is revise and edit a prototype lesson for a new textbook, then write the answer key with my own short answers and essays. It’s hard to believe my writing will end up in their textbook almost a year from now, when I’ll be long gone from this internship, but this experience has taught me, among other things, that publishing is a slow and delicate process.

Cambridge has already been an experience in and of itself, and navigating New York another, and learning the intricacies still another.  With the rest of the internship stretched before me, I can only say: write on.

~Claire Davanzo

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We’re halfway there!

Every year, right at the beginning of finals week, several different religious organisations here at UD team up and host the absolutely divine Midnight Breakfast in the basement of the Newark Methodist Church on Main Street. Since I was a freshman finishing up my fall semester, several of my friends and I have been dropping our books for an hour and walking through the cool, spring air for pancakes. Last night, as I was working my way through what was arguably my third chocolate chip pancake of the evening, it hit me that this was my fourth Midnight Breakfast.

Midnight Pancakes

Midnight Pancakes

Subsequently, this means I’ve been at UD for four semesters. Which is two years.

Which is halfway through my college career.

Upon that realisation, I’m pretty sure I could have sprayed a mouthful of milk out in what would have been the world’s most impressive spit-take.

One of the contributing factors to this shock is the paradox of time that somehow sweeps over me the minute I step onto campus. Every class seems to be plodding leisurely along, completely disregarding any inclination I might have of getting out; every day seems to be class stacked atop class; every week seems to be the academic equivalent of climbing Mount Everest… and then I look back, and I’m having Midnight Breakfast when I’m positive I was just there the night before.

I should add that Midnight Breakfast (although it may sometimes seem that this is the case) has not been the only great part of my time at UD. As my semester gallops to its grand finale and my dad’s arrival to move me out on Tuesday, my mind is running in completely the opposite direction: backward.

I’ve been so lucky to have several fantastic performances this year, through E-52 and University Singers. I’ve started writing for and with the groundbreaking, dedicated 186 South College team. I’ve had dozens of mad evenings with two equally mad roommates, who I’m going to miss more desperately than they realise. I’ve had moments I can’t even remember through the haze of the exam material I’ve crammed into my head for my upcoming exams.

Please don’t misunderstand: this is not, in any way, some almost-twenty-something not-quite-mid-life crisis from a girl who has no idea where to go with her life once she graduates. Purely through the retrospective lens, I just can’t believe two years here have already flown by so quickly.

No matter what point you’re at in your career at UD, whether you’re finishing up your freshman year or your senior year (and in either case, congratulations), what I’d love for you to take away from this post is to pause. Take a breath. Look around. And be happy you’ve gotten to spend another fantastic year here.

Best of luck with your final finals , have a fantastic summer vacation, and keep the promise of another wonderful year in the back corner of your mind.

~Claire Davanzo

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