A Bachelors degree is like a Little Black Dress.


Hello preps,

My last post was anger ridden, not typical, but it happened.  I know its controversial and part of me regrets it, but not enough to take down the post.  I’ve decided to call LIM and have them clarify my scholarship package just for shits and giggles.  It can’t hurt anything and I can pick a fight over all the reasons I should get more -as long as I don’t blame gender, sexual orientation, or marital status.  Because honestly, I have no idea why I got such a pathetic scholarship, it’s just easier to give the reason to something I can’t control.  I know my post resembled something like a 2 year old temper tantrum, but I also think it was a well written hissy fit that should be given some credit for being original if nothing else.

Since the LIM debacle Momma, Daddy, and I have been brainstorming.   Quite frankly, I’ve been brainstorming since long before that.. but my parents are at least taking my stressing out about a college decision seriously now that I’m running out of options.  Not having a Bachelor’s Degree is like a huge hole on your job applications I’ve come to realize.

A BA is like a Little Black Dress, you don’t need one… But it’s tradition, and an expectation. Everyone “should” have one.

So since I like dresses, I’m going to college.. something like that.  And the FIT option in Manhattan has bit the dust because I selected Advertising, Marketing, and Communications as my major stupidly: but I don’t really like 2 out of 3 of those classes this semester and FIT doesn’t let you switch.  I am performing phenomenally in those courses.. but I don’t want to compromise my major.

I did that once before remember?

So, theres a new option: Villa Maria.  Villa Maria is a pea-sized Catholic college in Buffalo with inexpensive tuition for a private school and the flexibility of Fashion Merchandising, Creative Writing, and Interior Design majors.  I really like all 3 areas, but the given choice of major is Fashion Merch.  I would look into the other areas for minors or concentrations, if I could accomplish them in 2 years.  Villa Maria is about an hour from my current location, so I’d have to move out (YES!) into these really cute apartments that cost way less than Manhattan, get a job at a way better mall, and  lease a 2013 Pop Fiat.  Doesn’t that sounds awful?  (;

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This all being said, the cookie could crumble and the waiting game begins again.  Since I applied last night I still have high school and college transcripts that have to be sent out.  I still have my never satisfied personality to deal with too, so I’m obviously not giving up on finding other options even if this sounds like a 75% good one..

After all I was never a C student.

I’ve been applying to fancy hotel and high end waitress jobs for the summer while I kill time.  The money is good in the touristy area that I live in now and I haven’t heard from Coach (yet, pinkies crossed) so life has to go on.  If I got a job with any of the 246 Craigslist, Indeed, Monster, Twitter posts, I’ve responded to I wouldn’t necessarily give up my part time gig at Coach though because during the summer I will have a lot more time.

And speaking of time, starting monday I have loads of it!  While I’m in Panama City for the break, I will have the option of letting all of my stress go… but my brain functions like this so probably not:

*laying on the beach for 5 minutes*

“Hey, Allison you should go shopping!” –brain

“Okay, brain sounds good… but do you know what you need for shopping?” –Allison

“Money.  Lots of Money.  Hey, Allison did you see that 700 dollar pair of shoes?  They would look great on you.” –brain

“They would, but I probably wouldn’t be able to see my feet because I’d be drowning in so much debt.” –Allison

“I wish you had a real job, so we could have nice things, Allison.” –brain

“I wish you could get me a real job, brain.” –Allison 

And guess what happens?  I spend 4 hours on the internet trying to find a real job that I qualify for.. but those are far and few in between, because those 700 dollar shoes look better apparently with a Little Black Dress/Bachelors Degree.

The horrible thing about that self motivated attitude  is it comes with a side of impatience.  I don’t want to wait for my LBD/BA to come!  I want a real job now.  I’m worse than a 6 year old on Christmas Morning when it comes to having a career.  I’ll have an Associates Degree in May and you have no idea how badly I want somebody to approach and go “Here, Allison we know you’re more than that sheet of paper and we’re willing to take a risk” but I guess that doesn’t normally happen with a 2 year degree.

Unless you like Radiology, like a girl in my aerobics class.  Good for those people.

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Those are the same people that take aerobics for fun.

But for the rest of us, that like subject matter such as Fashion or Travel (that is actually fun):  I heard Wal Mart is hiring and they’re going to demand a college degree for all employees in 2020 since they’re practically being handed out on street corners now. #kiddingbutnot

Having brains doesn’t get you anywhere: being gay, a minority, poor, having divorced parents, or a trust fund does.


This is going to be a touchy blog post.  I won’t have written it properly if it doesn’t push some buttons.

If you are going to be offended by anything in the title, I suggest you stop reading.  Go ahead, accuse me of discrimination based on sexual orientation, ethnicity, socioeconomic status, or home life.  I’m not discriminating  I’m letting you know that your rights are protected at the cost of mine.

I’m a victim of discrimination based on none of the above.

Here in America, we protect every living breathing stereotype (not breathing? we protect your right to be a vegetable too).  You constantly see the media referencing people being bullied because they are different [ don’t agree or promote bullying, I think it’s good that we take drastic measures to stop it].  When applying for a job, there is an Equal Opportunity Clause to protect you.  When applying to a college, unless it is gender specific, the same rules apply.

But what about the people that were “blessed” with a situation that doesn’t put them in a protected category?

I am straight.  I am white.  I am middle class.  I have married parents. I am a dying breed.

And the same way some minorities claim that when you look at them, all you are seeing is their race: I am here to say that I am sick and tired of you looking at me and only seeing the above facts about me.  

I have a 3.92 GPA.  I work 25 hours a week.  I take 23 credits total at 2 separate colleges.  I work my ass off.

I’m not claiming that there are gay people, minorities, poor people, divorced people, or people with money that aren’t working just as hard.  I am claiming that people with those “conditions” and work ethic are being given an advantage for the wrong reasons.

There is a list of minorities, gay people, and poor people that get employed and into jobs first.  There are spots open to them, that the white straight middle class married parent people like myself can’t touch.

I was accepted to LIM college today in Manhattan, and along with my YOU’RE IN folder was a big ole fuck you for being white, straight, middle class, and having married parents.  I got into the school, like LIM said, but that $3,000 scholarship on a $56,000 school certainly is not going to cut it.

And if I were black, gay, poor, and had divorced parents this wouldn’t be an issue.

I don’t think it’s fair, that I am practically over qualified to attend this school, yet won’t get the chance.  The acceptance rate at LIM is 73% according to College Board.  Also according to College Board, I am in the top 11% of applicants.

According to those statistics I should not have an issue going LIM.  But what people don’t realize is I am not just a statistic. I am a person.  I worked hard and I am infuriated.

I went through high school under the impression that hard work gets you places, so working hard is what I did.  I remember people joking saying “Well, nerds will be your boss some day” and that was motivation.  But those chances of being somebody’s boss significantly decrease when you find out that you can’t go to college.

In America, we claim that we are trying to give everyone regardless of race, sexual orientation, marital, or socioeconomic status a chance to succeed.  As time has progressed, success has entailed college, but college isn’t for the white straight middle class married people anymore.

We’ve become the enemy.  We can’t claim that we didn’t get in though.  That’s their trick.  I got in.

I just can’t afford to go.

I am going to succeed because I am crazy enough to believe I can.


Hello dolls!

I have been back in Small Town USA as of Saturday night.  Getting to JFK was much more complex than LaGuardia, I will try to never fly there again.  My plane was so small and I had to take the train out of Penn Station to AirTram all alone, so that was nerve wrecking. I also didn’t know which terminal to go to, and unlike the Buffalo airport, that makes a big difference.  I had to walk to the proper terminal because I got off at a stop that didn’t link to Delta.  I had a heavy suitcase, multipurpose tote, and shopping bag -that I refused to check (that would be 25 dollars less shopping money).  Once you get past the transportation issues, I adored New York.

The whole time I was there I was contemplating whether I could see myself living there and I still haven’t come to a conclusion.. but I guess we’ll find out whether I will have the internship opportunity to by the end of the month.  I had 6 interviews with Coach and they all went really well!  I am hoping I get the Visual Merchandising, Fashion Merchandising, or Social Media Marketing ones the most.  One of the interviews was with Reed Krakoff, Coach’s luxury line, and I kind of fudged that one up.  I froze a little with the designer questions, because I prepared myself with Coach information.. not Chanel, Kate Spade, and Tory Burch.  Two of which happen to be huge competitors.  I don’t regret anything though.

I sat across from a pair of Christian Loubitons and I am fairly sure I was one of the youngest people in the room.  This was not necessarily a disadvantage though: because an Associate’s Degree at 18 tends of stand out.  There were 100-150 of us in a big room.  I was intimidated beyond belief, but I tried not to let it show.

One of the interviewers called me the perfect candidate, which made me feel much better.  I name dropped my store manager’s names, the Entrepreneurship project I did incorporating being a possible franchisee of Coach, and new promotional tactics I have been using in the store.  I should have made more copies of my resume to be honest, but I tried to make up for it by blabbing.

Once I left the job fair style interviews, I was so excited that I decided to visit the Webster Apartments a block a way.  My fashion professor recommended them and they were in such close proximity it seemed like a good idea.

They were nice.  I almost suffocated in the cement 10×10 room that would cost me more than 1 grand per month though.  It’s just ridiculous how little money buys you in the big city.

$1400 could rent me  3-4 bedroom house out here.

The common rooms, meal plan, theater, and library looked nice though.  It’s really safe and only for women which makes daddy feel better about the whole thing.  I am still keeping my options open of course, if anyone has any intern housing suggestions near Midtown/Chelsea.

NYU and FIT have dorms that are available.  I wouldn’t be able to visit them before determining where I am staying June-Aug since I’m home now, but I’ll have to deal with that.

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FIT College - small

 

I did not get the chance to tour FIT or LIM during my short time in the city, which is a shame.  I passed FIT buildings a few times, but the weather was crazy and one day LIM even had a snow day.  I was really busy with interviewing, shopping, and going to comedy shows anyways.

The apartment I rented was directly in the middle of Yuppie paradise.  I really liked it.  We were pretty close to everything and walked everywhere to try and burn off all of the gourmet cupcakes we ate.

 I could see myself doing it again, absolutely.

It’s the fact I would be doing it alone that scares me.  My sense of direction is pretty pathetic and I would only know a few people in the vicinity.  I love the diversity and opportunity though.  You need to take risks to get reward I suppose.

I was talking to the nicest lady on the flight back about all the big decisions I have to make.  She said that I give her hope for my generation.  That’s a lot of weight to carry, but hey I’ll take the title.

If she saw me at 1 in the morning before I flew out to NYC trying to decide what to wear for my interview, she might take that comment back though.  I was throwing clothes and had mixed messages going through my head about the impression I wanted to make.  Once I got the interviews, I realized that my red dress would have been fine.. but I played it safe and conservative.

I wore my little black A-line dress, large pearls, and leather quilted boots with black tights. I had light pink lipgloss on and my hair was down.  My sequin coat and sequin scarf were the furthest things from understated, but I left them in the coat room anyways.

My turquoise Coach Isabella popped so well with my outfit.  It was impressive.  After the interview I went back to the apartment and went a more casual route, because we were going to Times Square.

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Times Square is too touristy for me.  If it wasn’t for the 4 floor Forever 21 and Hello Kitty, I would probably never go back.

I don’t like the fact that it looks like day time at night in that area and that it is drowning in consumerism.

That may be an odd comment from someone that wants to break into the Fashion Industry, but there is more to life.  I bought a rainbow coat from the 1960s at a vintage store, but not because there was an abundance of tacky advertisements trying to suck me in… it was because I genuinely liked it.  And that’s the part of fashion I really like: when you can look at something and know that it SCREAMS you.  It represents you and you are proud to wear it.  How many Hollister Graphic Tees would you want to say that about?

Allison