June 04, 2012
But for Ohio State.Those four words have led a campaign for students, alumni, employees and others to share their stories of how our great university has transformed their lives. Mine is but one more story.My journey began in September 1992 when I moved into Haverfield House, Room 2104, on Woodruff Avenue with one of my best friends from high school and two other strangers. I'd like to say that a life-changing campus visit or lots of time-intensive thought and research led me to campus. Truth be told, there were two real reasons I came to Ohio State. 1. It's where my brother attended and 2.
April 04, 2012
This week is it, the end of an era. Goodbye, internship. Started last April, I have been fortunate to experience a year-long internship at one of the most respected companies in business: GE. Not a quarter has gone by that my classmates and I haven't heard of some human resources example from the world of GE. Admittedly, I have not seen many of these innovations at the plant level, at least not directly. Perhaps they are corporate keepers?
March 28, 2012
During our last blog I wrote about my love-hate relationship with Gerlach Hall--that glorious building on Fisher's campus that houses the graduate programs. I know I don't spend more time there than at home, but it sure feels that way some weeks.So it was with some surprise that I felt myself nearly skipping up her stairs on Monday, feeling somehow lighter and renewed. I can only attribute it to one thing: this is my last quarter in the MLHR program. The grand finale.
March 07, 2012
Maybe it was week-10 fatigue breaking through, or the thought of facing class after an 8-hour work day, but as soon as I stepped into Gerlach Hall Monday night, my shoulders started to slump, sigh coming on. And then my mind whispered softly what my heart was already thinking: I hate the smell of you. Sure, it wasn't always that way, but 5/6ths of the way through grad school, my love for Gerlach had faded.
February 22, 2012
When I was thinking about writing this blog, I imagined it as an open letter to my children. Something like this...Dear Samuel & Amelia,One day I hope you will understand why I decided to change careers and go to grad school later in life. I hope it will make you proud, and help you understand the importance of higher education. In so many ways, I have done this for you.I know that is hard to understand as you try to navigate seventh grade and third grade, most weeknights without mom there to help you through the day's challenges.