TALKING TO YOURSELF, AGAIN? — Everyone does it, but is what you are telling yourself taking you where you want to go?
Don't Wear the Puffy Shirt — and Other Advice on Nailing that College Interview
At least Jerry had a good reason to wear The Puffy Shirt. —Seinfeld, Season 5, Episode 2
I was a high school sophomore that rainy day I was to interview at Blair Academy as a transfer student. I laid out multiple outfits. The navy wool skirt and the white blouse with the Peter Pan collar. Or maybe the sweater with rainbow hearts woven with hints of gold metallic. Why couldn’t this be as easy as it was to dress in the fifth grade, when my go-to was always those double-zippered jeans and horse ha…
Sometimes School Sucks, but Thanks Mom & Dad
“Leave your pride, ego, and narcissism somewhere else. Reactions from those parts of you will reinforce your children’s most primitive fears.” —Henry Cloud
Martin Family Vacation, Spring 2009
Bryn, our sophomore in college, called in February. “I just don’t get it, Mom.” One of his closest friends had just withdrawn in the second semester of his sophomore year. …
Why Striving for Excellence Trumps Obsessing with Perfection
Report card day. Just the thought of that is bound to elicit memories (of many varieties). My elementary school report card came on dull mint green cardstock, in a sturdy manila envelope. My heart beat just a tick faster while sliding that card out, marking period after marking period, even if I had a pretty good idea of where I stood. The finality of the letters and digits, in permanent ink. And the “soft marks”: E, VG, G, S, and U carrying an even greater weight—the teacher’s judgm…
Whatever you do, don't ask about my major.
A few years out of college and newly married, David and I headed back to South Mountain for the annual Lehigh-Lafayette Football Game (in this century this tradition is known as LeLaf). Following the game we went to a cocktail reception at Theta Chi, and the brick exterior, white columns, and pungent odor of beer long-seeped into the parquet floors greeted us — almost as if we had never left. As the crowd gathered and the volume rose a couple of drinks in, I overheard a question posed by one of …
Boredom, Questions & Zombies
Zombies. They are an official "thing."
One Saturday evening, I was walking through the living room with a load of laundry in my hands. A commercial for a new movie flew across the screen. I exclaimed, startling everyone including Pickles, our evil cat: “Zombies! Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.”
I don’t know how you feel about it, but the term zombies is creepy to me. It sounds creepy. It looks creepy (I know they are just letters, but they're both visually and audibly grating.). And the image…
How Teabag Wisdom Can Help Your Teen Raise that All-Important GPA
Delia, a bright-eyed high school junior, sat in my office.
“You saw my transcript?” She asked in a cringing tone. “I’m trying harder. I’m working on that.”
I had reviewed her transcript. She clearly had the best of intentions. Her freshman year, though, was killing her confidence, not to mention her GPA. One B, 3 C’s, and 2 D’s. She had a 2.3, brought up only by a so…