{"id":233,"date":"2021-05-10T17:05:11","date_gmt":"2021-05-10T21:05:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/fredstories.com\/memoirsgaysha\/?p=233"},"modified":"2021-05-10T17:17:24","modified_gmt":"2021-05-10T21:17:24","slug":"semester-wrap-up-pt-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fredstories.com\/memoirsgaysha\/semester-wrap-up-pt-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Semester Wrap Up Pt. 1"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"My journey with this blog has (possibly) come to an end. I initially started Memoirs of a Gaysha as part of a course that I took this semester under the guidance of my wonderful professor Elmer Ploetz, COMM-347: Social Media Practicum.<\/p>\n

I am unsure whether or not I wish to continue with these weekly blogs or making any updates at all, maybe even changing my blog name and starting a new chronicle of my experiences. Who knows where this platform will lead me?<\/p>\n

Anyways, this semester is coming to an end with finals this week and I felt that it was appropriate to reflect on my achievements I have made this semester while juggling my career as the self-titled premier headlining Drag Queen of Fredonia, New York.<\/p>\n

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COURSES<\/strong>: Let’s start with showing you all the amount of courses and credits I took this semester at SUNY Fredonia. I was registered for 11 different courses adding up to 20.5 total credits. Ranging from my two majors of Theatre Arts: Costume Design and Communication: Public Relations to my two minors of Multi-Ethnic Studies and Environmental Science.<\/p>\n

I always feel slightly cringe when I say my full degree but<\/p>\n

now I am just proud to say it all out loud. Like, I am proud that I am doing all of this within my four years of college.<\/p>\n

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Now mind you, not all of these courses where in person or actually met up weekly. Most of my classes where project based or for half the semester. So it wasn’t THAT hectic, but also was a pain on some weeks.<\/p>\n

WORK<\/strong>: I juggled all this while holding two on-campus jobs of being a Resident Assistant for an all-freshman dorm and as a Night Desk Attendant. There are many responsibilities I had being an RA: community building, policy enforcing, making programs and events, new rules and regulations, sitting office hours, duty nights and weekends, running the social media, choosing residents of the month, and being the hall council advisor.<\/p>\n

Which, under very strict COVID-19 restrictions was often stressful and also saddening. Saddening because I had to play the role of the bad guy who had to ruin the fun for these freshmen, but it was all in a effort to build a safe community. Let’s just say there were many incident reports that I had to write up although I wish I did not have to.<\/p>\n

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My staff and I having lunch!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Despite these barriers, I have built valuable connections with a handful of my residents and I really am genuinely sad to have to see them go. I felt like a mother to them and I just don’t want to let go, I’ve grown too attached and I’m not ready for the new batch of Freshmen next semester.<\/p>\n

One notable thing I want to include is the fact that halfway through the semester, my building ended up being short-staffed. Which was very problematic and annoying to deal with to say the least but I will move past this.<\/p>\n

Along with being an RA, I was on the Resident Assistant Advisory Board serving as the Social Chair. I was tasked with the responsibility of our end-of-semester banquet to celebrate our semester and commend RA’s who will be departing. Having to adjust to a virtual environment with a group that was so used to meeting in person was a difficult duty to take but I made it happen!<\/p>\n

After four semesters of being an RA, I finally received the honor of being Resident Assistant of the month and Community Building Program of the Month. These were very big achievements for me as I truly felt that I went above and beyond for my job this semester.<\/p>\n

There were often times this semester where I honestly felt like giving up, as if I was not appreciated for all that I do. Like, I don’t want to sound entitled, but small acts of appreciation go a VERY long way for me so these awards mean the world to me.<\/p>\n

INTERNSHIPS: This semester I had the privilege of being a part of the internship opportunity of revitalizing the campus garden. I was a part of an amazing team of intelligent, kind, compassionate, hilarious, and beautiful inside and out women. Under the guidance of one of the most pure souls I have ever known, Doctor Christina Jarvis. It was rather interesting for me to actually get my hands dirty rebuilding the fence, weeding, and planting different plants in the garden.\"\"<\/p>\n

Through this internship, I created and managed a social media account that garnered a community of like-minded people dedicated to creating sustainable change. I made flyers, videos, livestreams, and informational posts to share to the page.<\/p>\n

I hosted an end-of-semester art gala in celebration of the garden and our achievements as a team. It was actually quite a success to my surprise, I was so scared and was expecting no one to come. I simply just did not want to let my team down and wanted to show them how much I appreciated them with helping me grow.\"\"<\/p>\n

Also, I got card access to the campus greenhouse which is TOTALLY AMAZING. Ever since I was a Freshman I have been yearning to go inside of the greenhouse and it was everything to just be able to go in whenever I wanted to. (Which I did take advantage of to have a photoshoot)\"\"<\/p>\n

Along with this internship, I was a part of the Publicity Crew for my Theatre Department! Although, I must admit that I was extremely lacking in how much I contributed due to the amount of other work I did… so I don’t have much to say about that experience unfortunately<\/p>\n

STAY TUNED FOR PART 2!!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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