Here I Am!

So I'm officially moved in to the new place! It is quite cozy and I really like it a lot... after I got burned out from unpacking I spent last night with the boys and their friends and really had a great time. I think I made a good decision here.

Moving was relitively simple since I had the wonderful moving men that my new job arranged for me. Having people do things like that for me is totally not my style. My family is a very do-it-yourself when it comes to things where the option is to hire someone or put in some extra energy/stress and save money. I kept trying to help as the movers literally unpacked my things from the boxes that had be carefully packed and padded then set up my bed and furniture where I wanted it. It was a huge change from my own method of packng. My method involves throwing everything into random trash bags then throwing those trash bags into my car.

But anyways, moral of the story: I'm safe and sound in my new apartment and very happy.

P.S. I found this on YouTube and I'm very excited for my new job. I hope I get to meet the dude that stars in this video... he cracked me up throughout the whole thing... "You don't have to talk down to me, I went to space camp."

Disintegrating Apartment

So I'm back in the Cuse (yay national lax champs!) and my days in this apartment are withering away. I'm currently hanging out on the futon watching So You Think You Can Dance. Today, the movers came and packed up all of my belongings and they are currently in the back of a truck somewhere along the East Coast doing who knows what for the next 2 nights. I'm only moving 2 hours down the road but apparantly my pick-up date and delivery date had to be 2 days apart. And just for the record, the only reason that I have movers at all is because it is provided for by my new job... usually I'm a "throw all my shit in a trash bag and toss it in the back of my car" kind of girl. But hey! You want to come wrap my old worn out things up nicely in boxes? Why the hell not!

But back to my apartment and this lovely stained blue futon I'm on... our common room has witnessed the making of some great memories throughout the past year. My semi-roommate, Mr. George Lopez, reflected on some of them with me around the time of our graduation but I've decided to recap some here as well.

First of all, this futon has had all of the best of the best catch some shut eye upon it. We've got Chad (who probably frequented the futon the most), Dave S., Dave B. with his walking stick, Jackie, Krista's cousin, JJ, Teddy, Luke, Lindsey L., Greg, Amanda, Lauren M., Sandy, Jimmy (Sandy & Jimmy together?), Kimberly T, Brian, and of course my roommates who I'm sure have all passed out now or then while watching the tele. Tonight I'm proud to join the ranks of the all-nighters though! Yippee!

And now for some memories...

- Krista's 21st Birthday: Our first major party in September where we got to have everybody over and show off the place and get everybody shwasty with our college of cheap vodka and Keystone Light.

- Cranium: We were really into this first semester and it led to some AWFUL drawings (that were especially highlighted when compared to Kristina's impecible doodles that you would only find from an art major) and classic moments such as "Isn't India the country that makes the most films a year? There is the term "indie" film...?"

- Sumo Wrestling: How did we sumo wrestle in the apartment you may ask? Simple. Couches into a circle, boys with giant pillows, first one to knock another onto a sofa wins. My favorite part of this night was when the girls who live below us came to yell at us for making too much noise and Kim replied with a pointed "Thank you for your words." before shutting the door in their face. (P.S. Shout out to Kimber as I think she is the only avid reader of my blog!)

- Secret Santa Gift Exchange: Probably the most adorable moment that 9 college seniors could have put together... the exchange of each other's Christmas gifts over champagne, cheap beer, and snacks. And I must say, everybody bought damn good presents!

- Centipede on the Floor: Pretty self explanatory... it occurred in the beginning of the year and I think it was the first time all 5 of the girls were in the common room at the same time. There was a lot of screaming involved and an exchange of cupcakes to the boys next door in return of them killing the bug for us.

- The Viewing of 2 Girls 1 cup: We'd seen the reaction videos. We'd seen John Mayer's parody. We had no idea what was in store for us. Again, lots of screaming was involved here :)

- Discovery of YouPorn: Check it out for yourself.

- Keep A Child Alive Party: We had a little gathering for the new exec board at the end of the year and to watch Alicia Keys and KCA's mention on "American Idol". There was lots of food and lots of friends and lots of funny stories. I love entertaining :)

- The Office: Lots of "The Office" watching went on in our common room but my favorite was after a 9-roomie outing to Chili's (the time George Lopez fell down the steps) that involved lots of margaritas when we came back and all watched the two episodes of The Office that took place in Chili's... it is nice when you like spending time with people so much that this is preferable to a night at the bar with strangers.

- Late Night Visitors: Sometimes one of us girls will bring a "friend" back and walk in on some crazy hijinx from the other roommates... once one roommate stumbled upon a naked Brian running around (and then getting into pasta fights with Marc), another time one of us brought a boy back to craziness in the common room involving drunken "airplane" rides on my feet, ice cream flinging, and George Lopez repeatedly telling the boy, "welcome to the family!"

- My bedroom door. Since this is MY blog, my final memory of the common room will be EVERY time I exit my bedroom. You see, my room is the one bedroom (out of 5) that is right off of the common room. There was also a little problem with my door being oversized for the doorway... which led to EVERY time I exited my bedroom having to bang the door, slam my body into it, and literally BUST out of my bedroom.


I'm going to miss this place. And I don't mean the common room. Because looking back at this list, the common room doesn't really have anything to do with all of those memories. It is the people, the relationships, the experience of being in college and living with your friends, having no money and living in a shithole, and just having the most fun possible in the time that you have.

I love SVU.

An amazing few minutes of SVU television. Thank goodness for DVR allowing you to pause and rewind, pause and rewind, pause and rewind... and thank you to YouTube for having this clip after someone else in my house decided they needed the television.

GO CUSE!

Hip hip hooray for SYRACUSE NATIONAL CHAMPS!!! Syracuse men's lacrosse beat Johns Hopkins today at Gillette Stadium for the National Championship-- that is #10 for the orange!!

Being home in RI allowed me to go to the game (only 25 minutes away-- yay Foxborough!) and it was an incredible experience. In 2006 in the Daily Orange (cuse's school newspaper) there was an article written by Zach Cohn about 44 things you should do before you graduate Syracuse University. I kept that article and constantly referred to it over the past years and have tried to check things off. Some I never got to but I don't think they effected my college experience (#28- create a madden franchise #34- make a trip to canada). Today, I happily was able to check one off from the list (and no remarks on how I technically already graduated) that meant a lot to me.

#44. If one of the Orange sports teams makes a national championship, make the trip.

GO CUSE!!!

T minus How many days is it?

So moving day/days is coming up quickly. I just found this blog entry on opinionistas.com about moving into a new apartment that I think is so weirdly true.

Check it out.

So You Think You Can... guess the winner?

My guilty pleasure of the summer began TONIGHT! Okay, to be clear... it isn't my ONLY guilty pleasure and it isn't that "guilty" of a pleasure as far as guily pleasures go. But yes, it is a cheesy talent contest reality television show with a three-judge panel consisting of a one pretty nice judge, a crazy lady, and a mean British man. I guess its only fair that last night American Idol, which uses this formula also ended, and tonight began season 4 of So You Think You Can Dance!

I've mentioned earlier that I am intrigued/obsessed with talents that I don't have. Dance? DEFINITELY a talent I don't have. However, it intrigues me because I feel like it is a talent I COULD have if I worked hard enough. I don't get into American Idol that much because I feel like singing is something you are either born with or your not and I am not hugely entertained by watching individuals sing. But with SYTYCD, I am so impressed, amazed, awed, and simply entertained by the choreography and the dances that they put together. Also, on the show unlike on Idol, every contestant has to compete in every style of their art form so there is always something new.

My prediction of a winner or final 4 after one show: Kherington. The blonde soccer player that they filmed at her home and at her high school. I'm so annoyed that they did that-- WHY would they be at her home unless she made it far in the show? If she doesn't make it really far I will be completely shocked. She also has a winner's name. Kherington. She would go right along with Benji and Sabra from the past. She is pretty good but I am not sure how I feel about her. I can see her progressing a lot on the show though... I tried to find a video of her on YouTube and there were none up from SYTYCD but I did find this little number.

It is quite strange, especially the appearance from her sister and the large portion in the middle where she poses awkwardly to music in random places like the beach, a palm tree, on a wall, etc.

Oh what a day...

Today, one of my best friends since 2nd grade, Meags, joined me for a trip into Boston to meet up with one of my friends from Syracuse. We visited the Sam Adams Brewery-- which was great (and definitely worth the trip for anybody thinking about it)! We ate at Giorgio, an italian restaurant in the North End with INCREDIBLE portion sizes. We walked around and just enjoyed the beautiful weather.

It really was a great day... until Meags and I decided to take the 6:10 p.m. train home but then walked the wrong way to South Station, ended up having to take the subway to SS, and then join in the mass amount of commuters RUNNING from the subway to the commuter train. Neither of us were wearing the best running attire and we were at the back of the pack trying to jump on the 6:10 commuter rail. As anybody that has ever seen me weave to the front of the bar when Chucks or Faegans is packed knows, I'm pretty good at managing a crowd. However, I'm not too good at sprinting up a few flights of stairs in leather sandals then doing the 200 yard dash. As we hit the final stretch of the platform, the train had its lights on and the final people were hopping abroad as Meags, myself, and 2 other random sprinters reached the last train car's door. Meags jumped on, and then the conductor stood in front of the door, closed it halfway and yelled out "Sorry!" to me and the 2 randos as she finished closing the door and the train sped away.

So there I stood on the train platform as I watched Meags look out the window in the back of the train and get smaller and smaller.

REALLY? Did that REALLY just happen?

Meags made it onto the train. But, I had our tickets in my purse, and the keys to my car that was parked at the train station back home. REALLY? She got on the train and the doors shut in front of me? It seemed like it was out of a movie and I felt like it hadn't actually happened as I turned around to go wait inside for the next departing train...

Retrospect? Hysterical.

I sometimes forget to take advantages of the things that are all around me every day. For example, the fact that I live so close to Boston. And the fact that it is SO simple to travel there. That is, if you make the train...

My Creed

One of my favorite projects from all of my years of schooling was an assignment I had my senior year of high school in English class. We had to write a “creed” or a list of all of our beliefs and a definition of what that creed meant to us to go along with it. Now, four years after I wrote that initial creed. I decided to write another with the lessons from college. It is a work in progress. Here we go…

I believe...
- In the families you make for yourself
- In “Thank-you”s and “I love you”s.
- Anything can change in an instant in any way possible.
- Nothing is forever.
- In living in the moment.
- That it is possible to have a great balance between work and play.
- You should ALWAYS find time for the play.
- In the power of human touch.
- In preparing for the future.
- In helping others.
- In talking to everyone that I meet.
- In making friends.
- That you can learn something valuable from the smallest of incidents
- In inclusion.
- That people change and sometimes when that happens it can impact you in a good way and sometimes it just sucks.
- That asking questions is the best way to get an answer.
- In being open with people.
- In staying in touch.
- That I turned out a lot better than many people I know who have grown up with a lot of money.
- That many people don’t know how lucky they are and take too much for granted.

The more things change, the more things stay the same.

So I’ve come to realize that I’ve been using this blog to do a lot of reflecting on different stages of my life. A while back I posted on “a year ago this day I was…” then I answered the survey question describing what my life was like 10 years ago. Well, I’m reminiscing again, this time, in lieu of COLLEGE graduation I am going back four years to life at the time of high school graduation. It shocks me at how much I have changed, what I’ve experienced, and how different my life is from June 8, 2004 when I walked across the football field at Tucker and accepted my diploma.

For starters, when I graduated high school my parents were still what I thought was “happily” married… but married none the less. I had known all of my best friends since elementary school and all called RI home. I’d never been away from my family for over a week. The only time I’d traveled out of the country was on an 8th grade class trip to Quebec. I was so inexperienced with boys that even kissing terrified me. I’d never pulled an all nighter. I would fret and worry about what people thought of me. And I had no idea what I wanted to major in or do with my life.

Now, my parents are divorced and my dad is remarried to another woman. Now I have best friends from all over the country and the world. I’ve gone months without seeing my mom or even being in the same time zone so as to talk easily. However, my family and friends are more important than ever before. I’ve lived in a non-English speaking country for four months and traveled all throughout Europe to places with different cultures and customs. I admit I still get nervous around guys I like but I know a thing or two more nowadays. I know how to get by with barely any sleep. I live life to my own standards. And I have an amazing job and direction/focus about where I want to go with the rest of my life.

However, some things are still the same… I still am the photographer of my group of friends and take more pictures than anybody else. I still have friends in every different group and making new friends but keeping the old (one is silver and the other’s gold). I’m still best friends with the crew I’d known since elementary school. I still have the same 92 Honda Accord. I still struggle with my weight and my appearance. I still love the water, teaching swim lessons, and being with little kids. I still LOVE to talk and tell stories. And I still look stupid in those weird graduation caps.

What the blog?

I spent pretty much all of Sunday being extremely productive-- aka browsing blogs all day. I couldn't tell you where I started, but I was just going from blog to blog (via everybody's "blog rolls") and finding things that I liked. About 45 minutes ago, of all the blogs in the world and in all the vastness of the internet, I came across another blogger from RI. The posts were all really interesting so I kept reading and realized that she was from the same town as me. Kept reading and realized that I actually knew this person well and hung out with them in high school.

Crazy, right?

It's pretty freaky if you ask me. It is like when people cringe when I play "The Name Game" after finding out someone is from a place/goes to a huge school where I happen to know 1 or 2 people. I ALWAYS ask if they know them. As bad as the odds may be, THIS SHIT HAPPENS!

Anyways, check out her blog, The Light(er) Side of Growing Up. It is seriously really great!

Here I Go!

I decided that I should actually start to pursue the secret desire I've had of doing a triathalon.

Now, where to start...?

Lost Generation

So I’ve been trying to expand my network of blogs lately. I know I really should be up on this, but I don’t really understand RSS feeds and that type of thing. I like to visit blogs first hand and see if people have updated… however, I haven’t really been able to do that lately without difficulty. Since I updated my browser, I lost all of my “Favorites” links and also have been unable to add anything to my Favorites.

I’ve messed around with the settings for hours and the fact that I can’t fix it is the most FRUSTRATING thing in the world.

Boo for graduating and now I can’t go to the computer cluster and get free computer help!

Anyways, I’ve been browsing blogs lately with the new online community I joined called Twenty Something Bloggers. Through that I found the blog GenPink, which one the site's award for Best Twenty Something Specific blog. They had this video posted about life for the generation of twenty-somethings and it was right up my alley so I decided to post it as well. It really shocked me and I thought it was so beautifully/interestingly made.

Make sure to watch all the way through!

Rhode Island

Yesterday, I drove the five hours from Syracuse back to Rhode Island. I'll be here for a week or so until I go back to Syracuse to move to Albany!

I'm really excited to be home, even though since my mom moved in November, the condo doesn't really feel like MY home-- I'll always be a RI girl. I can't wait to relax, see my friends, use the DVR, and start to get back into shape.

I always feel SO much better about myself and my life when I am working out and eating healthy-- yet, I have such a hard time actually doing those things. Grrrr...

Just For Fun

I stumbled upon this survey in a blog about a Boston girl-- which you've just got to love! This questionnaire reminded me of the surveys that I used to do in forward e-mails back in middle school. I guess this is the grown up version, so here it goes:

1. The rules of the game get posted on the beginning.
2. Each player answers the rules about him or herself.
3. At the end of the post, the player tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they’ve been tagged and asking them to read his [or her] blog.

What I was doing ten years ago:
Well, ten years ago I was 11 years old and just finishing sixth grade. Sixth grade was my phase where I was having a hard time figuring out who I was and my own style. I used to wear sneakers, leggings, and big shirts with things like polar bears on them. I used to hate taking showers, and although I wasn’t smelly because I swam a lot (even through the winter), my hair was always nasty from the chlorine and I would just throw it up into a big bun. This was also a braces age and pre-contacts. Don’t I sound like a hottie?

At this time of year, like most kids I was probably DIEING for school to get out. We used to spend our summers at the local swim club and I loved, loved, loved it. As soon as the weather got nice, I’d spend the whole school day just anxiously sitting and thinking about how many more hours and days it would be until I didn’t have to be there anymore!

Five things on my To-Do list today:
- Write this entry
- Go to the bank
- Work out
- E-mail my GE “buddy” to find out things such as what to wear, what time to be there in the morning, when to find out about benefits, how often we get paid, etc.
- Get in touch with the HR rep to ask about my family vacation
- SPEND TIME OUTSIDE

Not too bad, huh? Yay for being a college graduate and not starting my job for a few weeks!

Things I would do if I were a billionaire:

Donate a lot of money to a lot of people, payback everyone that has ever been kind and generous to me throughout my struggles with money, set up a retirement account for my parents, pay back my loans, pay for my brother’s college, buy a hybrid car, take a trip, and save the rest but continue to donate throughout my life. I wouldn’t quit my job, I don’t ever want to live extravagantly like some of the rich people in this world. I just want to help others and live without stressing over money every day as I have my whole life.

Three of my bad habits:
- I’m having difficulty with the differences between bad habits and bad qualities. So lets try bad habits as:
- I leave my things all over the house
- It takes me a while to return things when I borrow them (but I do!)
- I procrastinate

Five places I’ve lived:
I recently had to fill “former addresses” out for my GE job and realized how many places I have lived recently.
- Syracuse, NY (Brewster Hall, Watson Hall, SDT House, my shitty apartment now)
- New York, NY (NYU dorms down by the SeaPort)
- Florence, Italy (Via Cirillo… oh how much I miss it!)
- Cumberland, RI (T.L. Blvd. until November when mom moved to a condo!)

Five jobs I’ve had:
Lets just think of all the places I’ve ever been on the payroll… The Pastry Gourmet, Ice Cream Machine, babysitter, lifeguard at Abbott Run, dining hall employee at Brockway, assistant for the biology department, notetaker, swim lessons instructor at the YMCA, Telefund caller, waitress/cook at The Twisted Burger, and intern at The Rosen Group.

Five books I’ve recently read:
- The Road to Hell by Michael Maren (pick it up)
- Straight From the Gut by Jack Welch
- Without You by Anthony Rapp
- The Future of Leadership edited by Warren Bennis
- And I just started The History of Love by Nicole Krauss

I'm not going to tag anybody, I just wanted to do this for fun!

Growing Up

I bought a grown up purse today!

It is from the Limited is going to be my new, day-to-day bag to take to work starting June 9th!

I officially graduated from college this weekend and now I'm in a mixture of relaxing and enjoying that relaxation, and getting ready for work to start. Principessa. showed me her new grown-up purse she bought and I loved it. I'm not the biggest girlie girl and I don't usually have such strong likings for things like purses and bags. I like funky/fun ones but not professional ones. So this purchase is a big step for me.

Grown up world-- here I come!

Q-of-the-Day!

So a week or so ago I picked up a few random student publications from the bench in the computer lab of Newhouse. One of the pubs was a special issue on "Love, Beauty, and Sex". In the issue there was an entire section about "hooking up". The fact that everyone has a different notion of what "hooking up" is has been discussed a lot amongst my friends. It is sort of just a commonly known fact that when someone says "We hooked up." you need to recognize and apply whatever their specific definition is.

This issue interviewed a few different students about what their own definition of "hooking up" is and how many "hooks ups" they estimate the average SU student has had after 4 years. Nycole M. and Jordan N. responded 10, Emily S. said 22, and then snaggle-toothed Joshua S. answered 50-60!

50-60 seemed way off to me but I wasn't sure so I decided to ask all my roommates. Their answers still left me wondering so I went a step further, made a sign, posted it on the wall, and invited everyone who came in to answer anonymously.

The specific question I asked was, "During your 4 years at SU, how many hook-ups have you amassed?" and noted that the definition of hooking up we were using was going to be anything MORE than kissing and petting.

The answers we got were as follows:

-19
- 17
- 15
- 14
- 13
- 12
- 10
- 9
- 7
- 6
- 5
- 5
- 2

That is an average of 10.3!!! Kudos to Nycole and Jordan for being freakishly accurate.

Anybody else care to chime in with their numbers?

Post anonymously pleaseeee!

Hello out there!

I thought I had a lot more to say when I started this blog. I ALWAYS have a story, I love to talk, I love to journal, and I am always the annoying girl in class that raises her hand way too much. However, every time I want to post I struggle with what to write about.

One of the problems I have is with who is reading this. I have great stories, thoughts, questions, etc. that I’d love to write about but don’t because I’m not sure whether to be work appropriate, parent appropriate, school appropriate, etc. How do other bloggers out there handle this?

I have to remember to post the random things people e-mail me and what I e-mail to others as well. I’m a work in progress. I’m “figuring it out…” (apologies for that).

It has been TOO long.

I came to the realization that it has now been over a year since I have been in Italy. Ew. I can no longer say, “Last year at this time…” or “A year ago this day I was…”. My uncles used to tell me that they would sit around and “pretend to be me” and have silly conversations saying, “Dahling, where shall we go this weekend? Amsterdam? Switzerland? Greece?”

The roommates and I have been throwing around the idea of taking a trip in the few weeks we have off before work and grad school starts. I wish that I was still living in Europe where for a few hundred dollars I could be somewhere with a completely different culture with different languages, foods, societal norms, architecture, things to see, people to meet, etc. I’m currently in this phase where I don’t want to live in the United States anymore. I feel like I am at my best when I am challenging myself, trying new things, meeting new people, exploring on my own, etc.

I started a little list of why I want to live out of the U.S.

- Vacations. Now, I know that there is so much to see within the United States, but the diversity of what I can find in Europe and other parts of the world just amazes me.

- Pace of life. I feel like in other parts of the world, people enjoy life more and don't have the same American obsession with being the best and having the most. I loved that. In Italy they had a "siesta", on Sundays everything would shut down, and people would stroll down the streets knowing that wherever they were going would still be there whether they arrived in 2 minutes or 30 minutes.

- History. The United States is still in toddler stages compared to countries abroad. It was incredible, exciting, and belittling all at the same time to be in the presence of buildings and monuments and artifacts that have seen so much in their existence.

- Beauty and culture. Have you ever been blown away by how beautiful something is? Had your breathe taken away and just wanted to stand and stare at something forever? Well, well that was my life every day from January 15th to May 2nd in 2007.

- Environmental Friendliness. Small hybrid vehicles, public transportation, air-drying clothing, and actually taking the time to turn off all lights when leaving a room. Simple, yet smart.

- Education system. I read this article in the Wall Street Journal a few months back about childhood education in foreign countries that has stuck with me. However, even the simple fact that children around the world are growing up bi- and tri- lingual while in the US we can barely teach our children proper English says a lot.

- Health care. I just watched Sicko by Michael Moore and was a little shocked. I don’t know much about universal health care and how the policies we have in the US compare to European countries besides this film. I do however know that you can’t take everything at face value—including films like Moores’ and therefore need to do more research on this. But it seems pretty clear that Europeans have some things figured out pretty well on the health care front and Americans need to step up their game.

This post is longer than I expected and I am attempting to keep these posts shorter and easy to read so I’m done for now. Comments?

Check this out

My girl Diana is living in Egpyt for a few months... check out her blog!

I don't really have any idea of what life is like in modern Egypt so I am very excited to learn more from her and her travels. Just wanted to share this!

Lights flashing

I love creativity and creative people. I must say that I am absolutely not a connoisseur of the arts in the slightest. My roommate while I lived in Florence, an art history major, can testify towards that more than anybody—it shames her that I never visited the Uffizi once during our whole time living minutes from it. Looking back on that now, I guess it wouldn’t have hurt anybody to take a few hours out of a day to walk through the place. Lauren does love it so much that as a Valentines Day present to herself, she spent the afternoon there. I ESPECIALLY should have gone since we had a pass that allowed us to cut the line and get in for free…

However, I just found that there was so much art and culture to be experienced every day just walking through piazzas or getting gelato at my favorite bar or eating dinner at the little hole in the wall pizzeria, where the waiters knew my name and gave me kisses when I walk in! I didn’t NEED to set aside a specific time to take in art, because I was taking in the natural art of life every moment.

I am like that in the rest of my life. Although I am not a connoisseur, I can honestly say that I APPRECIATE art and beauty so incredibly much. There is so much to take in through my natural surroundings that I don’t really see the need to go to museums to experience art and beauty. Even in the college setting, I have a few friends that are art majors and seeing what they come up with actually blows me away.

I am in awe of any form of artistic talent that I don’t have… which is really ALL forms of artistic talent besides coloring and making things aesthetically appealing (if that counts). Whether it is dancing, singing, playing an instrument, drawing, painting, photography, film-making, make-up, fashion design, or my latest favorite—modeling, I am completely impressed and intrigued by them all.

After a year of living with Principessa. and being able to see her ridiculous talent in design and drawing, I have had the opportunity to live with yet another art major this year. Kristina, one of my current roommates is a fashion design major. I am so intrigued and jealous that she can hem, take in, and mend her own clothing OR sew herself a new dress if she doesn’t have an outfit to wear. Last week was Kristina had her senior fashion show, which showcased six designs from each fashion student that they have created throughout the semester. The collection had to all be in the same style, was modeled by students, and had been in the works by some fashion students for years. I’ve absolutely loved seeing Kristina go from a concept of a dress to a sketch to actually creating it and fitting it to a model.

I spent a Sunday with her, her dresses, models, a makeup artist, and Lindsey Adler, one of the most talented and professional students I have ever met. They did a photo shoot in a funeral home here in Syracuse and I was just completely blown away by everyone’s individual talents. The following week was the actual fashion show and I am so proud of Kristina and the incredible designs she created for her senior collection! Some of the shots from the fashion show are featured above and I still am in awe as I go through pictures or the actual dresses of what she has dreamt up and made a reality.