The Best Part of My Semester

Every semester, I’m tasked with sending residence hall closing information to students via email. I time it for the day before the last day of classes, just before the students slip into the twilight zone of endless studying, too much caffeine, and 24/7 pajama wearing. It’s information they also get at community meetings; I like to make sure they have a written copy to refer back to. For the past several semesters, I’ve embedded a question in the email, with the promise that the first five people to respond with their answer will win a Starbucks gift card. This semester’s question was, “What was the best part of your semester?” As the responses poured in, I realized it was selfish to keep them to myself. I compiled a master list, which I shared via the faculty/staff listserv — a little cheer on a gray last day of classes.

A few highlights:

The best part of my fall semester was that I met a couple of new people who became good friends with me, as well as that I started my senior thesis and have been doing research that I like. Having friends always makes life happier, and doing research that I enjoy makes me feel my life is more meaningful, because I can contribute a little bit to people’s understanding of science.

My favorite part of this semester was being a part of the Men’s Swimming and Diving team. I really enjoyed being a part of such a great legacy of people who swam before me. It has also helped me stay in check with my homework and studying.

As a first year, this semester was my first and I just loved it. Personally, the best part was going to see Mamet’s The Crypotgram ​ for my First Years Studies Class, American Playwrights in Chicago. Back home, I never saw theatre so it was a great experience that contributed to a great fall semester.

The best part of my fall semester was getting to meet so many new people and learn how the college experience works in this community

The best part of my semester was going to Wisconsin on the [sophomore retreat] with the Gates Center.

The best part about my fall semester was my internship! I loved learning and growing in an environment that could teach me about my career and about what more I have to learn.

The best part of my fall semester was that this was the happiest and most stress free I have been since I have gotten here and I doing well in classes and extracurricular activities and have such an amazing group of friends there for me every step of the way.

Best part of my fall semester was working at the Writing Center. At first, I was cautious about accepting the job offer because I have struggled as a writer in the past. I learned so much about not only helping students improve their writing, but improving my own writing as well.

 

I love reading these — the glimpse into what our students value about their experience and the memories they’re making are the perfect antidote to the busyness of December. More than 90 students responded, many of whom prefaced their emails with, “I know I’m not one of the first five, but I wanted to answer anyway…” and provided amazing reflection of their semester.

How do you disrupt the grind of the end of term and find the joy in your work?


GLACUHO Annual Conference: Closing Banquet Speech

I am, through and through, a housing operations person. I need numbers to quantify experiences because it is through data that our field tells our story. I could measure a decade of my GLACUHO involvement in conference calls, in emails exchanged, or in cups of coffee. I could measure the years in autocorrected text messages or the number of times Kyle from Camp Tecumseh has said GLA-cuho during the past 11 years.

What stands out about my professional involvement journey, though, is that it is truly that — a journey. And so I spent an afternoon crunching the numbers, calculating how many miles I traveled during my time in the association. When I entered the last number into Excel and finished the formula, the total was surprising – 14,833 miles.

Many the miles, but more importantly – many the memories and many the people. Along the way, I met and worked alongside incredible people with impactful stories. I visited some of the most beautiful parts of our region. I toured campuses, slept in bunk beds in residence halls, stayed up too late swapping stories, and laughed so hard that my ribs ached. I ate in
dining halls, met incredible student leaders from other campuses, and found a Starbucks in every single city I visited.

Over the course of those 14,833 miles, I took wrong turns and I made mistakes; I sometimes traveled too fast and let the world become a blur rather than appreciating the scenery. I encountered detours and roadblocks, many of which were self-inflicted. But I also remembered to take the long way, reveling in the views outside my window, views of city
skylines and slow-moving combines. I followed my heart, and I found myself on the miles between campuses and conferences, among wind farms and along winding roads, crossing bridges over rivers and driving through tunnels below cities. And my journey of almost 15,000 miles brought me here – where I’m supposed to be, still becoming who I am supposed to be.

When I ran for president-elect in 2012, I talked about the potential that we each have individually and as an association. During the past two years, I realized the really great thing about potential is that it’s limitless. Just as you achieve one goal, a new one manifests. There are always opportunities to learn more, to do more, to be more.

GLACUHO will always be an important part of my path – personally and professionally — and I hope it is for many of you as well. This organization has a wealth of history to be honored – it also has a future course to define. And that future is in your hands.

There is nothing I could say or give to all of you to adequately thank you for this experience. I am indebted to this association for the opportunity and for what I have gained. I can’t predict your path, but I can give you this tip – navigating the course is not about who stands at this podium with this microphone. It’s about all of you. Your journey should lead you to a place where you are valued, where you can grow. Your journey should lead you home.

Look around this room – at the people next to you, at the people tables away and across the room. If you open your heart along the way, you will find more than colleagues here – you will find friends and, if you’re truly open to it, a family.

If I leave you with nothing else from my time in the association, I leave you with this — take care of this family. Love the people in this room and on your campuses, and allow yourself to be loved in return. When you see someone who needs help, extend your hand. When you see someone struggling, offer your assistance without expectation or limit. When someone offers to help you, be gracious and thankful.

And now, if you’ll indulge me for just a moment, I need to live that value of gratitude and thank a few people who were important on my journey – my navigation points:

Dan Pedersen – He was the first person to believe in my abilities in residence life, and I’m so grateful to him for his unconditional support. You wouldn’t know it from looking at my resume, but I’ve had nine supervisors in eight years. Dan provided the consistency that I needed and craved in my professional life. Whether a well-timed joke or a heartfelt
note, Dan has stood by me for the past ten years, reminding me that I can
be better than I was and better than I imagined.

To my Lake Forest College Colleagues and Staff – Andrew, Andy, Kellee, Laura, Rex, Lee, Elyse, and Sarah – their support during this adventure is priceless to me. There isn’t a better team out there, and I’m grateful for the consistent reminders from them of why I do this work. They deserve thanks for the time and space they’ve given me to be on this journey and
for so often joining me along the way. Coming back to this staff team after being away always feels like coming home, and that’s a testament to each of them and the roles they play.

To Eric Musselman and Amanda Stonecipher – They have both been a constant source of laughter and support. I could not have done this without them, nor would I have wanted to. Their kind words, hilarious notes, and meaningful conversations all have meant more to me than they could know.

To Ryan and Ziena Miller – In the summer of 2007, I met Ryan for the first time in Fort Wayne as we endeavored to host the 2009 Annual Conference together. A few months later,at the GLACUHO Annual Conference in South Bend, I met his then-girlfriend, Ziena. I couldn’t anticipate that the two of them would become my family over the next seven years - conferences, weddings, birthdays, and the birth of a sweet baby boy. In my office, I have a picture of Ryan and Ziena in a frame with the quote, “Journeys are measured in friendships, not in miles.” The friendship from Ryan and Ziena – and now my littlest friend, Jacob – is the greatest gift I’ve been given in GLACUHO and in 14,833 miles.

To James Baumann from ACUHO-I – he isn’t here tonight so I’m counting on someone tweeting this. James asked me to thank him in my speech some day when I’m ACUHO-I president. That likely isn’t in the cards for me so he’ll have to settle for a mention here. In 2009, James helped me find my professional voice and reminded me that it had worth during the
lowest point of my career. Over the next five years, he became an unexpected advocate, a mentor, and a friend.

To Miranda Perry, Lynn Ellison, Kathryn Magura, Sarah Wilson Merriman, Chris Conzen, and Karen Jones – I often say that the universe gives us the people we need when we need them. You all are evidence of that. Thank you for the support, laughter, proofreading, and cheerleading you provide.

To Paul Hubinsky – For ten years, he has been a colleague and friend. He is a touchstone for me of where I’ve been and mile marker of where I’m going. In 2004, his notorious smile greeted me in a lounge of the Gruenhagen Conference Center before an interview, and it’s a smile I’ve come to rely on – I am so incredibly proud of Paul and the risks he takes
and the ways he gives to our association.

To Julie Payne-Kirchmeier, who also isn’t here tonight – Thank you for the
countless reminders to be brave, be bold, and to not to downplay my skills and strengths.

And last, but certainly not least, to my husband Dan – Or, as many of you know him from social media, Tall Dan. He’ll stand up later, I promise, and you’ll see the accuracy of that moniker. When I became president-elect six weeks after our wedding, GLACUHO became our honeymoon baby of sorts. His love and support over the past nine years is my lifeline, and I
couldn’t accomplish a fraction of what I do without him. Whether nodding along to a belabored story or serving as our invisible 24th board member by weighing in at home with his opinion, he is part of this journey too, and I’m immensely grateful for him, especially his patience and love. Dan, thank you – for loving me, for letting me fly, and for always welcoming me home with open arms. I love you bigger than the
sky.


Confusing a Platform With Power

I am Jewish.

I am an alumna of Ohio University.

And I work with college students.

It seems important to be up front about those facts because they are the foundation of my conflict regarding the current events at my beloved alma mater. As a Jewish alumna, my heart aches watching this situation unfold at a place I called home for six years. And as someone who works with college students, I can understand how Ms. Marzec arrived at this place, how she made these decisions without full concern for unknown consequences. I’ve worked with students like Megan — students who confuse having a platform with having power. They are students who, well-intentioned or not, fracture a community with their actions.

To be clear, my identity as Jewish is also confusing during this time. Being Jewish does not require also being Zionist and believing in a Jewish homeland. And, further, being Zionist does not require believing in violence to create a Jewish homeland.

Much of this conflict, both on campus and in the Middle East, is composed of gray areas. And that, from my perspective, is where Megan failed.

She failed to acknowledge the gray; she failed to acknowledge that this isn’t a black and white issue that can be resolved by Ohio University divesting from Israel as she requested in her video. She failed to acknowledge the people in the community who are impacted by her words and actions. She confused her platform and passion for power; she lost sight of what her role as student senate president is and should be.  Ohio University was never going to divest simply because Megan made a video requesting it — that was a narrow attempt at influencing change.

Megan had a platform in her role as student senate president in which she could have fostered civil conversation about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and how it relates to Ohio University; instead, she took a stand that polarized a community.

I tell my students often that black and white is where there are clearly defined processes; the gray is the place where there are people moving through those processes. The gray is where emotions and intellect converge, creating ambiguity. The gray is where we truly find ourselves and clarify our values and priorities. The gray is uncomfortable and challenging because it’s a test of our character.

It’s interesting with the benefit of time and distance to watch Megan now process through the gray, to find herself in a situation she didn’t anticipate. For a community to heal, the person who caused the strife must show remorse for their actions or demonstrated growth — Megan has shown neither publicly. I hope she reaches that point — not only for the benefit of the campus community, but also for her own self-efficacy.


Mindset List: Think Before You Share

Beloit College released its annual Mindset List today, a list of whimsical historical and pop culture facts intended to help “inform [our] work with [our] students.” The list is released annually in August as new students enter the Ivory Tower.

Seems harmless, right?

But the Beloit Mindset List is a list of sweeping generalizations. It assumes all students are between the ages of 18-22, an assumption that is becoming increasingly wrong across the United States. It assumes all students will graduate in four years by labeling them as the Class of 2018. According to U.S. News and World Report, even Beloit College itself only has a 68% four-year graduation rate. The authors assume students have a certain level of socioeconomic privilege, making reference to things like access to health care, insurance, and technology such as Skype and Netflix. It assumes all students are from the United States, another increasingly erroneous assumption, as more and more institutions increase their international enrollment.

Before you share the list, I encourage you to consider what it really says about students. Does it inform your work in a meaningful way? Or is it click bait for higher education and student affairs?

Last week Lake Forest College welcomed its largest group of new students. I’ve met some of them through move-in and orientation events. If there’s anything I’m sure of, it’s that 55 historical and pop culture references don’t really tell me who they are, what they’re excited about, and why they’re here. Two men affiliated with Beloit College can’t tell me who these new students are; only these students can.


Belonging.

I was ill during the ACUHO-I Annual Conference and Exposition. This was evident to anyone who knows me well. My extraverted nature was quashed and replaced with quietude; rather than seeking out large social opportunities, I connected with people individually or in much smaller groups. I left socials early and, in fact, left D.C. early thanks to a compassionate friend who drove me to the airport twelve hours before my scheduled flight and also thanks to a gate agent who watched me cry as I pleaded to get onto any earlier flight  [he got me on a flight that left 35 minutes after I walked into the airport - that man is a saint in my world].

It’s not a surprise then that my favorite moment of the conference came in a one-on-one conversation in the hotel bar, where I sipped green juice and Matt had coffee. We talked about everything – social media, former supervisors, the future of our field, our respective futures in the field.

I shared with Matt something that had been on my heart for several months –

We spend too much time worrying about the groups we aren’t part of rather than appreciating those to which we belong.

Social media, in many ways, makes this worse because of the constant influx of pictures and posts from people who are with other people doing other things. It’s easy to caught up in the idea of being left out and lose sight of where we are connected most meaningfully.

When we’re always confronted and inundated with pictures of where and what we’re not, we forget where and who we are.

I’m not naive enough to think this issue solely exists within the circles of student affairs; I do think that the size of our field and our propensity to place others on pedestals contributes to this. The number of Twitter followers, blog posts, and bullet points on a resume blur together to create a picture of a person that’s not entirely realistic — or attainable.

In the months since first having this revelation, I’ve more intentionally invested time and energy into the relationships that matter most to me. I send more notes and emails checking on friends. I let people in more often, showing my vulnerability and asking for help or support.I did this just a few weeks ago — still ill and a bit emotionally drained, I reached out to a core group and asked for their support as I awaited some further testing. And that support was exactly what I needed — a boost of positive energy to remind me that the people with whom I surrounded are there for all of the right reasons.

As I wrote in my journal after the conference, I now spend more time with the people who matter to me rather than those to whom I want to matter. And it’s made all the difference.


Can I Help You Tweet Better?

I like to help people. And today I am going to help some of you with an unsolicited Twitter lesson.

When you start a tweet with a person’s username, only people who follow both of you see that tweet appear in their main twitter feed. For example:

@LynnEllison: The ACUHO-I volunteer call went out. Shall we three-peat our tandem volunteer shift?

Only users who follow both Lynn and me see the above tweet in their main twitter feed.

So why is this important?

If you’re live tweeting an event such as a conference, speaker, webinar, etc. or participating in an online chat and start the tweet with the presenter or moderator’s username, only people who follow both you and the tweeter will see it in their main feed. Your great, valuable content may be missed.

There’s an easy workaround for this.

.@LynnEllison: The ACUHO-I volunteer call went out. Shall we three-peat our tandem volunteer shift?

Add a period in front of the username and the tweet will then go to all of your followers’ feeds, regardless of whether or not they are following the other person.

Of course, using a hash tag will populate the tweet into the feeds of those following the feed of that specific tag.

@LynnEllison: The #ACUHOI volunteer call went out. Shall we three-peat our tandem volunteer shift?

Using a hash tag makes it unnecessary in most cases to include the presenter or moderator’s username, which gives your additional characters to share your great content in the tweet.


In Which I Go Rogue… Again

Last week I put out a call to the student affairs community on Twitter to participate in a rogue chat about the social justice implications of our campus policies and procedures. I used the word rogue intentionally — it was a moniker assigned many years ago to iterations of #sachat that popped up outside of the scheduled chat times. I remember sitting on the floor of my living room in Indiana participating in one such chat. It felt a little daring and mischievous to chat without the iconic orange logo popping in to moderate — hence, the term rogue, which means exactly that… mischievous.

I wanted to talk about social justice implications of our policies and procedures because it weighs heavily on me given the nature of the work that I do. My job is rooted in Maslow’s Hierarchy. I don’t do much on the residential education side of the house in my current role; rather, I provide room assignments and meal plans and I work with staff and students to ensure safe communities. As I do every function of my work, social justice is in the back of my mind because it’s not only one of my own values, it’s a value of my work place.

I consider how differential pricing of housing impacts students, particularly our first year students with less autonomy in choosing their housing communities. I worry about the meal plans we offer and if students have access to food when they need it. I think about our break housing policies and if they are as robust and inclusive as they should be. Not everything is ideal — there are a lot of factors to consider — but my role is both administrator and advocate.

And so when I proposed this rogue chat, it came from a place of positive intent — as do most things, right? It was a discussion that I wanted to have with others who view their work through a similar lens. There was no ill will or attempt to undermine the leadership team of #sachat. On the contrary, I formerly served on that team and greatly value the work they do to support and encourage our community members’ professional development. Beyond scheduled chats, they provide podcasts, awards and recognition, blog posts, conference tweet-ups, and much more. The work done by the leadership team to cultivate our community is important.

Chat topics are currently chosen weekly by democratic vote. Could I have submitted my topic and waited for it to be voted on by the populous? Of course. But the beauty of social media is that it’s free for our use. Rather than sit and wait, I took action to create a conversation that I wanted to have when I wanted to have it. Participation was beyond my expectation, and I’m sincerely grateful for those who came to the conversation both to teach and to learn, who shared with vulnerability and grace.

You can do the same thing. You all have ownership of the #sachat community. It’s a co-op of sorts where we share responsibility for its continued growth and prosperity. There are no true celebrities on Twitter or in student affairs — it’s a trap we’ve fallen into, a social construction within our field. Anyone can propose a topic or ask a question on the hashtag and build momentum and enthusiasm for it.

And I encourage you to do so. You may find a community beyond what you expect and more professionals who will rally to provide you with resources, tools, and support. Share what’s on your mind candidly and recklessly; disrupt in confidence and with positive intent.


Can We Have a Conversation?

Last night I shared a link on Twitter to a CNN article about homeless college students. This is a topic dear to my heart after I recently wrote an article for the ACUHO-I Talking Stick about the social responsibility of college and university housing when it comes to students in need, including homeless students. There’s also a blog post on the same topic in the queue for ACUHO-I, expanding on the topic with more data and information than could be included in the article.

The ensuing conversation about social justice implications of institutional policies and procedures was vibrant and engaging; however, there were only a handful of people participating. It may have been the late hour or other factors, but the conversation turned to, “Why don’t we discuss these types of things on the #sachat hashtag?”

I spent the past two days at a student affairs staff retreat that included a look at the MBTI type of individuals, departments, and the division.

Yes, the entire division.

We talked about what the type of the division is and how it impacts the work we do and, more specifically, how we are perceived by students and other departments.

All of this context made me wonder about the MBTI type of the #sachat community. Are we quick to include and engage, but hesitant to deviate from popular opinion for fear of hurting feelings? Do we come to chat hoping to share and simultaneously underprepared to expose our vulnerability?

I don’t have an answer – I have years of experience with this community, and I know we’ve sometimes shied away from difficult topics.

So I’m inviting – and encouraging  — you to participate in a rogue #sachat on Monday, July 21 at 8:00 p.m. CDT/9:00 p.m. EDT about the topic of social justice implications of institutional policies and procedures for our students. We’ll be on the #sachat tag, of course, and I hope the conversation will be robust, transparent, and honest.

I hope you’ll join us.


I Will Find the Rainbow

I was on a train this morning when I read a Facebook status from a friend that said, “The world shrinks a little when a poet dies.” My heart sank, as I knew that this likely meant Maya Angelou died. After all, what poet is more beloved than Maya Angelou? I clicked over to a news source and as I did, a breaking news alert appeared on my phone confirming what I thought.

I wrote my own Facebook status, recalling that I went to see Dr. Angelou speak at Memorial Auditorium at Ohio University while I was an undergraduate student and how meaningful that experience was to me. This afternoon, I was still thinking about that night and how much it meant to me. It occurred to me that as a voracious reader and prolific writer, I journal often — and for more than a decade, that journal was electronic. I found the file and searched for “Maya.” And I found this from May 6, 2000:

I went to hear Maya Angelou speak on campus tonight. It was one of the
most incredible evenings of my life. I got the tickets for free so I
assumed they would be balcony or in the back somewhere. Instead, they
were fourth row center. I could see her, hear her, and feel her
energy. It was truly amazing.


She talked of so many things…so many anecdotes, poems, and wonderful
stories that were deep on so many levels. She made some points that
were touching and funny at the same time. I didn’t expect to laugh so
much…but it felt good.


Her main theme was about finding the rainbows in clouds — the people
and events in our lives that are light in dark places. I felt as
though she was speaking directly to me. For so long, I’ve been trying
to sort through the good and the bad. Just as I start to make some
headway, the clouds throw me off again. Tonight, through the words of
one of my favorite writers, I was reminded that I need to keep
looking. I will find the rainbow.

 

I’m immensely grateful that 19-year-old Stacy took the time to write this — and I’m grateful for the reminder 14 years later because I needed it as much today as I did that night.


Culture of Recognition

It’s Chicken Dinner season in student affairs — the time of year when we gather nightly for a banquet meal in recognition of our students, our staff, our student staff. A former supervisor of mine used to joke about how many types of chicken he would eat during the two weeks at the end of the semester. Ten years later, campus menus have expanded — but I wonder if our understanding of recognition has evolved as much.

I’ve thought a great deal about how to create and sustain a culture of recognition in the work place, particularly one that persists throughout the year and isn’t simply about the very end of the academic cycle. While the end of year recognition is excellent, wouldn’t a culture of recognition be more motivating and engaging for everyone?

Last week I watched this video on gratitude:

 

And I thought about the emotional connection we have to gratitude — that the more we express our gratitude, the better we feel. Our happiness increases.

Isn’t this what a culture of recognition should look like?

So often at our banquets and receptions, the recognition is internal and self-serving. This year I challenged my staff to think about we could recognize others outside of our department. As a result, we created a Friend of Residence Life award, recognizing someone outside our department who supports our mission, vision, and goals — and that award was presented at the end of year banquet, making the RAs part of the process.

It’s a small step, but I’m hoping to broaden the conversation next year and identify more ways we can continue to create this culture.

In the meantime, who can you thank today?