Picture this: an 100 plus person audience consisting of prospective and accepted Tulane students and their parents.
Imagine this: a somewhat shy me at the front of the room who would rather hide behind the written word. Somehow I managed to publically speak about my positive Tulane experiences and (I think?) actually make coherent sense. It took shaking, sweaty palms, and a handful of panicky, written out notecards.
See above, going "out on a Tulane limb" tree branch here, because I had several positive, first-hand experiences to share with Tulane perspectives.
Actually, in the name of alma mater pride, I've swallowed my public speaking fears twice and somehow managed to engage in helpful outreach to these youths. In doing so, I (alongside my fellow alumni panelists) have harbored hopes of convincing these prospective students to go to a school we loved for undergrad. Many thanks to the encouragement of my good friend, Sarah W. who bleeds green and white and might be the biggest Tulane fan I know. She is a Tulane B-school graduate, Class of 2005, as well as a TU L.A. alumni club leader). Sarah W. somehow has convinced me to be an integral part of this L.A. based, Tulane alumni panel, when the springtime rolled around.
In the end, I felt triumphant and happy that I could share something I felt so passionate about: my sincere love for Tulane. I even got more into my groove when afterwards, I got really specific questions from prospective Tulane students and was answering them like a pro. (Me: "oh so you like art? Tulane offers photography and glassblowing classes, and has a wicked nice Newcomb art gallery!)
See above: Woldenberg Hall, which houses beautiful Newcomb pottery and has featured some kick-ass art exhibits by its students. It also was the location of a multicultural student welcome mixer during orientation of my freshman year.
Talking to persuade interested, accepted students to go to Tulane and have cutesy, fun experiences like the above.
Imagine this: a somewhat shy me at the front of the room who would rather hide behind the written word. Somehow I managed to publically speak about my positive Tulane experiences and (I think?) actually make coherent sense. It took shaking, sweaty palms, and a handful of panicky, written out notecards.
Actually, in the name of alma mater pride, I've swallowed my public speaking fears twice and somehow managed to engage in helpful outreach to these youths. In doing so, I (alongside my fellow alumni panelists) have harbored hopes of convincing these prospective students to go to a school we loved for undergrad. Many thanks to the encouragement of my good friend, Sarah W. who bleeds green and white and might be the biggest Tulane fan I know. She is a Tulane B-school graduate, Class of 2005, as well as a TU L.A. alumni club leader). Sarah W. somehow has convinced me to be an integral part of this L.A. based, Tulane alumni panel, when the springtime rolled around.
In the end, I felt triumphant and happy that I could share something I felt so passionate about: my sincere love for Tulane. I even got more into my groove when afterwards, I got really specific questions from prospective Tulane students and was answering them like a pro. (Me: "oh so you like art? Tulane offers photography and glassblowing classes, and has a wicked nice Newcomb art gallery!)
Aw....I heart you!
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