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Brighton Up

Posted by: Christina Young
July 22, 2014

After growing up in New Jersey and attending Rutgers University, I knew I was ready to study abroad and explore a city other than New York. In my head, I always pictured myself studying by the Thames in London, at a cafe in Paris, or putting my four years of German to the test in Berlin.

To my dismay, the only program appropriate for my major was in Brighton at the University of Sussex’s International Summer School, a city and school completely unfamiliar to me, located almost two hours away from London. Not going to lie, I was initially a little bummed about being so far from where I had always imagined my study abroad experience to be—especially since I arrived about a week before the London 2012 Olympics.

Getting off the plane at Heathrow and directly on a bus to Brighton was bittersweet. Catching a glimpse of the Tower Bridge (with Olympic rings!) was not fun. But I was with one of my best friends, excited to arrive at school, see where we would be spending our summer, and make new friends.

I didn’t expect to love the young, vibrant, south coast city of Brighton, at least not as much as I knew I would love London, but I did. The University of Sussex’s International Summer School draws in students from all over the world, and within two days, I had friends from Los Angeles, Chicago, Germany, and The Netherlands. As cliché as it sounds, I really learned so much more outside of the classroom. I mean, how can you not? I spent nights on Brighton Beach with my European friends, talking about differences in healthcare, what our hometowns were like, and the best condiments for French fries—the verdict? Nacho cheese.

As a communication major, I loved the challenges that intercultural communication created for me in building relationships abroad. Technology is continuously making our once very big world more globalized. More and more companies are opening offices overseas, making it more crucial to understand your international audience, especially in the public relations field. If I didn’t study at an international summer school, I would not have had the same experience, and would not have noticed that I want to take my career on a global track. For that reason, and so many more, I wouldn’t trade my time in Brighton for anything.

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Wandering Through Williamsburg

Posted by: Alexandra Gray
July 15, 2014

AlexandraGrayMy roommate and I were still in a crunch to find housing a week and half before we were supposed to move to New York to begin our summer jobs. Everybody said to take a look at Brooklyn‒ it was generally cheaper than Manhattan, and the area was filled with artsy people. We ended up finding an apartment in Williamsburg, and upon arrival, were instantly charmed by the cute, bustling neighborhood. Unfortunately, we were also quick to notice that Williamsburg was not a magical land where everything was affordable.

It is taking some time, but we have begun acclimating to our surroundings and learning where to find great deals. Wandering through Williamsburg with no particular destination in mind has led me to find places such as Vanessa’s Dumpling House, with quick and cheap dumplings, noodles, soups, smoothies, and bubble tea. My roommate and I have also indulged in a nearby restaurant called Vinnie’s Pizza, where the slices range from wonderfully greasy with bacon to delightfully classy with feta. While many vintage stores I’ve visited have been surprisingly expensive, I have also stumbled across a colorful vintage thrift shop where everything is within the price range of a working student.

Recently, my roommate and I scoped out Brooklyn Flea, which is in our neighborhood every Sunday, and it is a perfect microcosm of Williamsburg. Both the market and Williamsburg itself are packed with stylish clothes and a variety of food, but it is necessary to search diligently in order to find the best deals. Scavenging racks after racks requires persistence, as does walking up and down streets. And of course, there are hipsters everywhere. The summer sun can be tiring, but locating that $1 freshly-scooped Italian ice or those $10 print pants can make the search worth the effort, and I am excited to continue my exploring.

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Keep Calm and Smile On

Posted by: Carley Weinstein
July 10, 2014

To say I am an optimist is an understatement. Some find my positivity charming and refreshing, while others find it annoying. One of my grade school teachers said it wasn’t normal for someone to be so happy all the time and to always have a smile on their face. Strange, right? I make it a point to try and always leave my house or enter a room with a smile. Why? Because why not? Life is a gift that too many people, including myself, often take for granted. Why waste one precious moment being unhappy?

It’s not always easy to be happy, and don’t get me wrong – I do have my off days. But it’s the effort I make to be happy as often as possible that counts. You would be surprised what a smile can do to your mood. It’s not as difficult to be happy as you might think.

Here are some surefire ways to brighten your daily life that I’d like to think contribute to my own happiness:

• Surround yourself with positive people.

It’s a lot more worth your while to be around people who want to be happy and enjoy life. Positivity is contagious, so catch that cold!

• Give yourself some “me” time every day, even if that just means taking a five minute walk alone.

My “me” time is when I’m at the gym, or walking to work, or to class. Sometimes it’s just nice to be alone with your thoughts to reflect on the good, the bad, and everything in between.

• Do the not-so-obvious things that make you happy.

This is easier said than done. For me, it’s finding the time to go to the gym, driving my car whenever I have the opportunity to do so, and spending time with my friends and family. Oh, and watching The Real Housewives of practically every state in America.

• Eat healthy.

When you put healthy things into your body, you feel good on the inside and out. You can’t help but smile from reaping the benefits of properly fueling your body. You will have more energy to do the things you love. And let’s be honest, how can anyone not smile when they feel their best?

• Treat yourself.

This one contradicts my previous point, but I’m a firm believer in our bodies needing a well-balanced diet, sweets included. Just be smart about it and savor those cheat days. What’s the point of eating healthy all the time if you don’t reward yourself every once in a while, right?

Another effort I make often is to live each day to the fullest. This means stepping outside your comfort zone and doing something you have always wanted to do. Stop pushing things that make YOU happy aside, and quit saying, “One day I’ll do that.” Do it today! If not now, when is “one day?”

When I’m older, I want to look back on my life and say, “I did it right.” Maybe I traveled a lot or worked my dream job. Perhaps I enjoyed my fair share of concerts and festivals. Maybe I met some people who have changed my life, or perhaps I changed someone else’s. Whether we do all of the above or none of the above, we don’t have to go skydiving to live our lives to the fullest. But don’t let fear or a bad day hold you back or keep you down. Figure out what makes you happy, then get up and make moves!

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American Odyssey

Posted by: Catherine McNally
July 3, 2014

CatherineMcNally1It amazes me that I now live in southern California. Until a little over a month ago, the furthest west I had ever been was Memphis, Tennessee. I have done my fair share of traveling, from every state up and down the east coast, and a few trips to Europe, but I never expected I would live on the West Coast at 23. I left Asheville, North Carolina on a Saturday morning with a car full of clothes, some necessities and my dad in the passenger seat for an opportunity that I knew would change my life. My Dad had lived in Texas for a year but never had the time to do much exploring. For the first time together, we were both going to venture far west and it was an exciting journey to say the least. We decided to take our time and see as much as we could in a week. From Oklahoma City, Albuquerque, Santa Fe to Flagstaff, Arizona, the most exciting stop we planned was the infamous Grand Canyon.

We arrived at the southern tip of the canyon in the late afternoon on a Wednesday. I couldn’t wait to get out of the car and even a short walk through the parking lot felt like it took ages. Trails jet out from the pavement of the lot and once we passed under a narrow row of trees. The earth opened up with an overwhelming view of air, sky and rock for miles. The throngs of people and foreign languages uttered multiplied as we got closer to the viewing areas. The first time I looked out into the steep and plunging canyon, all of my expectations were exceeded.

My dad and I were just enamored by the view in front of us.

I knew that I would be stirred by the size of the canyon, but what surprised me most was the sight of huge ravens circling in the distance overhead. Where I grew up in Virginia, hawks are the most prevalent birds of prey. I know they’re just birds, but they are HUGE and so serene as they glide effortlessly through the air.
We took one of the trails headed north, going along the edge of the canyon and reminisced about family back home we would have liked to share the moment with. Being at the canyon marked the first moment that I felt the tide was drastically turning in my life. When I first left home, the journey felt like a vacation and the destination (LA) far, far away. But being at the Grand Canyon was unlike anything I had ever seen or experienced before, and I felt a significant distance from what I had previously known. But having my dad with me on the cross country trip definitely helped me adjust and embrace the unknown awaiting me in California. I could never have successfully (nor would I have wanted to) embark on my American odyssey alone. Though I have always believed it is best to accept change into your life, even when it is really drastic, I finally put my belief into action.

So here I am…living in sunny Los Angeles, working for one of the top five PR agencies. I can now say that “I’m living the dream.”

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From ‘New City’ to my ‘New’ City

Posted by: Cassie Wolff
June 27, 2014

I’ve always lived in New York, but never in New York City. I grew up in New City, New York, a suburb about 45 minutes away from the city. However, the commute to Manhattan is about two hours in total –driving to the train station in Nanuet, taking the train from Nanuet to Hoboken, taking the PATH from Hoboken to 23rd Street and then walking a few blocks to MWW’s office. I had my alarm set at 6:00am every morning and wouldn’t get home until 8:00pm. I definitely needed a change.

I spoke with a friend who had also been struggling with her commute from Rockland County to New York City and when I suggested moving into Gramercy Green, an NYU dorm, she was just as excited as I was. We applied right away and just a few days later, we became confirmed residents of Gramercy Green. We moved in on Sunday, June 15, and since then, I have been able to explore New York City like never before.

Although I have frequently made trips to New York City throughout my life, there is still a shock from the enormous, fast-pace scene that typifies the City That Never Sleeps.

Having worked at MWW for two weeks, I felt a sense of comfort knowing the area. From the iconic Flat Iron Building, to Madison Square Park and Shake Shack, to the delicious restaurants in Eataly, I knew I’d be moving into a remarkable neighborhood.

I still have a lot of ground to cover in one of the largest cities in America and I look forward to exploring all that New York City has to offer. With the time I saved, I will be able to fully immerse myself in my “New” City.

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Cirque du Silver

Posted by: Ashley Silver
June 19, 2014

“What are you talking about?” I shouted at my mom, sitting next to her at the doctor’s office. “Why did you just say ‘yes’?” I was referring to my mother’s alarming answer to the doctor’s question regarding her current pregnancy status. The subsequent shattering silence revealed her incriminating secret. “I was going to tell you eventually,” she appealed. What she was going to tell us was that our family was going to grow again, from an imposing seven children to an inconceivable eight.

I am who I am largely because of my birth order in my unusual family size. I am the oldest, the ring leader, the partner in crime to my 20-year-old sister and a mother figure to the eight-year-old. In my position in the Silver Circus, I enjoy many privileges and accept a significant amount of responsibility. As the first-born sibling, I have learned about the unforeseen troubles that require patience and compassion. I have also discovered that no matter what, through the uncertainties and disappointments, nothing stands a chance against the iron-clad Silver clan.

As each new sibling entered the picture, I watched my parent’s undivided attention for me split in half, then in thirds, in fourths…( you get the idea) until I was merely a portion-size slice in a pie of eight. Determined to not let this happen, I made up my mind that I would not be lost in the sprawling menagerie of sibling needs, wants and desires. I realized I did not just need to matter in the family line-up; I needed to matter more. To my five sisters and two brothers, I strived to be their best role model, helper and friend. As I entered high school, I became aware of how my actions affected them and decided that my duty as the oldest entailed much more than braiding hair in the morning and tutoring in algebra at night. To my parents, I needed to prove I was a responsible and reliable leader. I wanted to be a daughter and sibling they could admire, proving I had accepted and was willing to meet the unspoken expectations that accompanied this challenge.

Most people do not get an entire cheering squad and a flood of text messages the morning they start their associate position, open eight times as many cards on their birthday, or run into fourteen welcoming arms, waiting to greet them at the airport when they come home from college. Sometimes I fantasize about what my life would be like if I were an only child. I envision a dinner that is not a mad scramble, and I dream about having my own bathroom. Still, I would not surrender the family melee and how it shaped me. I have learned to love the tumult, the noisy and the impassioned because it is on the flip side of loving, loyal and authentic. They say less is more, but in my case, bigger is the best.

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Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.

Posted by: Guest Author
May 29, 2014

I always knew that I would study abroad; in college I took 2 years of Italian and Italy was my plan. The funny thing about a plan is they tend to change just when you think you have it all figured out. I was a sophomore in college and a new program opened up specifically for my major, the only problem was the location – China. It took me all of 5 minutes to decide to go. I still to this day do not know why I decided to go but that was one of the best decisions I have ever made. Moving to a foreign country for 6 months with strangers all around me talking in a language I did not know. Well, I was certainly in for an experience.

I went to places with such history, with stories that have been told for generations and I was getting to learn them. I was lucky enough to live next to a great family that wanted to know more about English and I wanted to learn more about the Chinese culture. Henry, the husband, was a teacher at a local Chinese school and he asked me to come in one day and teach some of the young children about America and the English language. I never thought that this would turn into 6 months of teaching English, but one day turned into the next and I loved it. These kids were so interested in learning every word, meaning and story behind it. They were much younger than me but they taught me so much about myself.

The meaning behind this is that you can never underestimate the people around you, and the lessons they are able to teach you. They taught me that I am capable of taking chances on my own, being disciplined, and hardworking. Although, at first it was difficult to see; I finally realized how positive this experience was not only in their lives but in mine. Teaching requires patience, problem solving, and commitment. Having these qualities imbedded in my everyday life was so beneficial to growing as a person, and realizing what I am truly capable of. As those 6 months passed I was more grateful towards them than they could ever be towards me. I look forward to learning more about myself and finding people around me who can teach me more. Plans change you just have to be able to accept that and realize that the new one may be even better than the one you originally had.

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If You Don’t Succeed Try, Try Again

Posted by: Lindsey Warneke
October 24, 2013

I remember the summer of 2012 like it was yesterday, because it was the summer that my life changed forever. At the time, I was living Chicago, working at four part-time jobs to pay the bills. I was a year fresh out of college and hopefully that my ‘big break’ would soon come. I went on job interview after job interview for salaried positions in PR. After the tenth interview or so one, I realized my only internship during college wasn’t going to sustain a job in the real world. I quit all but one job and took an unpaid internship at the American Red Cross of Greater Chicago. I decided to make the leap to the epicenter of PR, New York City, to further pursue my dreams.

I came to the epiphany that MWW was just another stepping stone on my journey of becoming a publicist. One of my favorite authors, Dale Carnegie, once said that “Develop success from failures. Discouragement and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to success.” I realized that I can’t stop pursuing my dreams of being a publicist regardless of the obstacles and disappointments that I have faced. My journey to MWW has made the hardworking, determined individual that I am today. I encourage everyone to do the same– not to give up on your dreams regardless of the strife you face along the way. I’m extremely grateful that my journey has led me to MWW, because it is a wonderful opportunity to work with amazing, seasoned professionals. Honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing.

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Another Side of DC

Posted by: Ben Freeman
October 2, 2013

Being from Bethesda, MD, our nation’s capital is nothing new to me. I’ve visited the museums, eaten at Ben’s Chili Bowl, and watched our sports teams lose. But until this summer, I had always treated DC as a tourist destination, taking day trips and meeting people from around the world.

DC is a fast-paced city, and being thrown directly into the fire is the best way to catch up. The day doesn’t end after l leave the office. There are always happy hours and Nationals games to meet up with friends. Sometimes it seems like Bethesda is my weekend getaway, a place to sleep until the next week starts.

Before my internship at MWW, going downtown was an event. There needed to be a plan. I always had a concert or show that I wanted to spend my Saturday at. It was a place to spend hours doing nothing, wondering why grown men were wearing long pants and suit jackets in 90 degree heat. DC became my playpen once McDonald’s told me I was too old for the ball pit.

But now I’ve spent enough time inside the city’s borders to know when the Metro will be hopelessly crowded and which of the Smithsonian’s museums is the best (it’s the Museum of Natural History). I know which food vendors require iron-lined stomachs and which restaurants stay open latest. I finally feel like a true Washingtonian.

The difference between being a mere resident as opposed to a young professional changed my outlook on the entire city. This summer showed me the inner-workings of Washington, DC. The Capitol Building is more than just a backdrop for my next profile picture, but the central location of federal action. Attending hearings and mark-ups on a daily basis has given me insight on our government that I could never have read in a textbook. It’s impossible to describe what it’s like to leave a hearing and then share an elevator with the committee chairman. Before this summer, my most star-struck moment in DC was seeing Wolf Blitzer at a Ben and Jerry’s. It still is, but only because I’ve yet to see Anderson Cooper around.

I will always remember my summer with a front row seat to the bureaucracy and sheer might of the 435 members of Congress. This is the best way to experience one of the most powerful cities in the world.

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My newfound love: BBQ

Posted by: Elena Widmann
October 1, 2013

As a Jewish girl growing up in Northern New Jersey, my go-to sandwich was always a bagel with cream cheese, lox, tomato, and onion. The idea of a pulled pork sandwich, with a side of pit beans and okra never even crossed my mind. Good ole Southern barbecue wasn’t even on my radar.

This all changed when I trekked out to St. Louis, Missouri for my freshman year of college in the fall of 2010.

It definitely took some time to adjust to my new Midwestern home. While Washington University in St. Louis has many students like me that hail from the Northeast, I certainly wasn’t used to the laid-back Midwestern vibe that seemed to ooze off of the many new people I met on and off campus.  I noticed that the Midwestern stereotype seemed to be true: People talked much slower, had more patience, and said good morning to complete strangers. WHAT was going on??

The Midwestern personality wasn’t the only part of the culture of St. Louis that was new to me.  During those first few weeks, I took a field trip with a student union group to a locally famous eatery: Sweetie Pies at the Mangrove. The tiny restaurant didn’t look like much from the outside (or the inside) – but the food absolutely blew me away. The rich and creamy mac and cheese, sweet and buttery cornbread, and flavorful baked beans with bacon bits were spectacular.  Right then and there, I became obsessed with the wonderfully juicy, smoky world of barbecue.

 

Over the past three years, I have had my fair share of BBQ in the St. Louis area. I tried Memphis-style pork ribs at Bogart’s, the beef brisket at Winslow’s Home, and pulled chicken at Pappy’s Smokehouse.

My barbecue obsession didn’t seem to stop when I returned to home to the Northeast. I have frequented NYC’s Brother Jimmy’s BBQ (get the sweet potato fries), Wildwood Barbecue (share the “Best of the Best” with a friend – Slow Smoked Brisket, ½ Chicken and Pulled Pork), Blue Smoke (the Texas beef ribs are incredible), and most recently Dinosaur Bar-B-Que (order the BBQ brisket plate), that I went to with members of the Stronger Than the Storm team here at MWW.

My love for BBQ hit an all-time high when a few weeks ago I was able to see Bobby Flay, celebrity chef and author of Bobby Flay’s Barbecue Addiction, in the flesh at STTS’s throw down event in Keyport, NJ.  Bobby, like me, grew up in the Northeast (he’s from the Upper East Side of Manhattan), and also became ‘addicted’ to the flavor and style of BBQ cuisine.

I look forward to my final year as a student at Washington University in St. Louis this fall. I plan to continue learning in and out of the classroom as much as I can from my professors and peers alike.

I also plan to continue to learn to eat as many delicious Midwestern BBQ meals as I can before graduation in May!

 

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