To PhD or not to PhD…that is the question.

I am not the first student affairs professional to ponder this question, and surely not the first person to pen a blog post under this clever title. It’s self-explanatory, though. I’m considering applying for full time PhD programs.

Cue excitement, fear, confusion, joy, GRE study books, inspiration, anxiety, budgeting… Generally speaking, I’m overall quite terrified by this prospect. For about three days, I was thrilled with my new decision. And then I started to think about the logistics of it all, which is more than a little overwhelming. Let’s be honest; the internet isn’t exactly a refuge of support and positivity regarding graduate study. What I’ve learned today is that I’m going to live in a box, make as much as someone who works at McDonald’s, that it’s going to take me 8 years, I’m going to end up with $109,000 in debt, and I’m not going to make that much more money once I’m done anyway.

Now, I have a  proclivity toward dismissing most of this negativity, to say “that’s not going to be what happens to me”, and march on determinedly. But there are many important questions to consider given that I am thinking about leaving full-time work for 4-5 years and becoming a student again. How much debt am I actually willing to take on? How much will I get paid?

There is also a pressing, more philosophical question: Do I want to give up practice for research…and are there professional opportunities that balance the two?

Thinking about taking the leap to full time doctoral study feels more and more like exploring uncharted territory. The demons of self-doubt that whisper in my ear that I might not be able to even get into a competitive PhD program are fed by the looming financial anxieties that I foresee. I registered for the GRE the other day, perhaps to provide a little bit of accountability. Once you pay $195 to take a standardized test, that seems like a deposit on committing to this whole process.

I have many, many more questions than answers at this point. In fact, there are questions that I don’t even have yet. I suppose I’ll just have to cross those bridges when I get to them. For now, it looks like I’d better start studying for the GRE.


There are some things I just can’t understand…

I am all about perspective-taking. I am all about meeting students where they’re at. I am all about challenging my own assumptions.

But sometimes, it’s a struggle. And this past week was a real struggle.

You might have heard that UConn is the basketball capital of the world. Last week, both our men’s and women’s teams won the NCAA championship, two nights in a row. On Monday night, when the men won, I got several messages that had the tone of condolences from colleagues from around the country. There was a meme of the salute from the Hunger Games; everyone was thinking of the ResLife staff as our students rioted. Let’s just say that these expressions of support were well-deserved.

Over the course of history, there have been many times when college campuses have become violent or out of control. Many of these times have been tragedies that shake my soul to its core. Many of these times have been political and social protests during which the injustices of our society become just too much to bear on the backs of young people.

And many of these happen because a bunch of people get drunk and their team wins (or loses) the big game.

Now, I’ve had my share of drunken nights. I’ve had my share of excitement over a whole variety of things, sports included. But I really cannot even fathom what is happening psychologically and physiologically to make someone want to rip a tree/stop sign/light post out of the ground in response to a basketball game. Also, here’s an important note: When the women win the national championship (which they do on a pretty regular basis, Tuesday night included), the same degree of destruction and nonsense just does not happen. Which leads me to believe that all of this has a lot to do with gender.

So, are men biologically more prone to rip lightposts out of the ground? I’m not an expert on that, but I’m pretty sure no. Do we, as a society, associate dominance and winning with shows of masculinity and masculinity with violence, destruction, and brute force? Yup.

This campus is supposed to be a safe place. It’s supposed to be a place where my students don’t have to worry about getting hit in the head by flying rocks. It’s supposed to be a place where I don’t have to tell young men to not rip trees out of the ground on a Monday night. A place where we don’t break windows and light fires, just because we are excited.

I cannot begin to really understand why certain types of behavior occurred over the past week. Much of it disappoints me. Much of it scares me. However, I see this as part of a larger conversation. One about bystanders. One about what it means for young men to experience emotion. One about personal responsibility and obligation to one’s community.

If I see another National Championship at UConn, I hope to see a less broken and damaged campus.

True Life: I’m a Sorority Woman

I’m spending this weekend traveling for my sorority, Gamma Sigma Sigma National Service Sorority, Inc.,  which is giving me pause to consider this aspect of my identity and experience.

I am proud to be a member of this organization, and since joining in 2007, I have been given many opportunities to embody and espouse our ideals of Service, Friendship, and Equality in my personal and professional endeavors. As a member of the National Board of Directors, I have the wonderful opportunity to travel and visit chapters in my region, working with outstanding students from many colleges and universities and giving back to my organization by volunteering my time and skills. I am a dedicated member of an alumni chapter, in which I learn and serve alongside women from different generations who share my values and the bonds of unity in service. I’m starting the exciting adventure of advising a reactivating group at UConn, and their newfound excitement and enthusiasm fills me with joy and pride. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I love Gamma Sig.

When I travel for the sorority, I wear letters. I carry a bag with letters on it, I wear my sweatshirt or jacket. It’s pretty important to represent my organization when I’m doing our work (at the very least, it helps members I haven’t met pick me out when I’m wandering aimlessly around the parking lot on their campuses). But when I’m in an airport, or a hotel lobby, I feel like my letters take on a new significance, that I become my letters, and consequently, whatever the beholder assumes about them.

I will be the first person to tell you that you never really take your letters off. I am a representative of Gamma Sig, til death do us part (literally). And I have no problem with that. But out there in the world, off of the college campus, my letters may mean something different. Admittedly, I’m self-conscious about this. I constantly think “okay, that person is looking at me and thinking ‘sorority girl’, what are they thinking about me?” And let me tell you, the answers in my head are a veritable onslaught of internalized sexism, stereotypes, and assumptions.

A couple of weeks ago, I traveled to Pennsylvania for two chapter visits. I showed up at my hotel wearing business casual clothes after a day of workshops and chapter development meetings at one chapter, driving to another chapter, and finishing my day by helping with a service partner fundraising project. I’m pretty sure I was giving off the “weary traveler” vibe. I was carrying a bag with letters emblazoned on the side. As the hotel clerk checked me in, he mentioned three times that there was a nightclub/bar in the hotel, that people would be partying there if I was looking for a party, and that I should “let him know” if I wanted to party tonight. Now, there could have been a lot of things going on there. Maybe he was just good old hitting on me. Maybe he saw my Panera take out bag and thought “this chick loves to get crazy at Best Western hotel bars”. Maybe he was age stereotyping me. But I immediately felt super self-conscious about being “a sorority girl” and assumed that when he saw my bag, he thought “she is down for a good time because she’s in a sorority.”

I often feel the need to clear up misconceptions when the topic of being in a sorority arises. I explain what the organization is, that my role is that of an alumni member working with the national office, and mostly, give my elevator speech. I believe that my experience of insecurity around my identity as a sorority woman intersects with my identity as a young professional in student affairs and the attendant anxieties that come with being mistaken for an undergrad nearly every day, rather than being seen as an educated and competent educational administrator. Most people my age don’t mind being confused for a college student. It’s really within the realm of possibility that I would be a college student, in fact. But think of it this way: if you were a high school teacher, and people constantly asked you what grade you’re in, it would eventually get to you.

At the end of the day, I want to been seen as a legitimate, educated, respectable individual. Moreover, I want to be seen this way as a member of a sorority, not in spite of it. I fully and completely realize that “sorority member” is not exactly an historically oppressed identity, and that I carry my visible white privilege prominently and at all times. But I really do believe that this has something to do with how women, and particularly young women, are seen in our society. The assumptions about sorority women are inextricably tied to the lack of value given to young women, to the objectification of our bodies, the devaluation of the ways we are socialized to interact and relate, and the hijacking of our dreams and aspirations by expectations of marriage and maternity.

The choice to join an organization that requires service, leadership, and communication is an experience that adds value for college students. We wear our badges and our letters proudly as signs of commitment and honor, knowing the hard work that we have invested in improving the campus, community, and the experience of other students. Greek letter organizations encompass a wide variety of organizations and experiences, each with a history and purpose. And each individual wearing those letters brings unique experiences, attributes, and merits to the organization. If we want students in Greek organizations to step up as leaders and community members, and to enact the values of their organizations, we need to dismantle some of our assumptions about what those letters mean. So when you see my letters, if you’re curious, don’t ask me if I want to party. Ask me what those letters stand for, what my organization stands for, and what I stand for.