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New Website!

I am so excited the launch of my new website! Check it out:  www.alicialegg.com. The design was created by my beautiful friends, Liviu and Aline

 

Here you can see Aline actually hand drawing the art for the site.  Isn’t that amazing?   

God bless Liviu for his endless patience and his amazing website expertise.   I am just so grateful to them both, because I love what they did for me.

A warm thank you goes out to Joan Hefler for her beautiful pictures as well.

Now I will officially be blogging from this site.  If you are receiving this message from an e-mailed blog subscription, it will be your last unless you subscribe to my new blog site.  I know you couldn’t live a full and happy life without my periodic posts, so here is the link  to subscribe to the new blog so can continue to receive your updates when I post without interruption. 

Important:  After you sign up for the blog subscription, you will have to respond to the e-mail that FeedBurner sends you to validate that subscription.

Thank you to all of my dedicated followers who have followed me for almost a year now.  I can’t believe a year has passed already.  My new semester has begun.  Here in the Northeast, we have been just pounded by an obnoxious amount of snow and already school has been cancelled twice and it just started.  Yet already there are so many things I wish to share with you, about school and the ScareMeNots. 

I am looking forward to sharing a great year with each of you in 2011.

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I wish I was as pretty as my facebook picture

After many years, I was reunited with a childhood friend.  Her children and my son attend the same school – so I see her every day. 

One morning we began chatting about some of our other friends from high-school.  One of them in particular looks fabulous now.  FABULOUS!  Even better than she ever did in high-school.  I’d love to hate her for it if I didn’t love her so much.  I mean how does that happen?

Discussing this made me acutely aware that the same could not be said of me.  My idea of primping is a comb through the hair and a quick application of mascara as I am driving.  Honestly, I rarely go through all that trouble.  As I stood speaking to my high school friend, I was in ripped jeans, a sweatshirt, hair in haphazardly piled atop of my head, no make-up and sleep marks still on my face.  Lovely.  If any beauty routine requires more than 3 consecutive minutes of my time, is highly unlikely that I will stick to it on a regular basis.

Over the holidays when I ran into a guy I used to date, I regretted that I never put more effort into that area.  He looked great.  I didn’t.  Ugh.

As my friend and I stood outside of my son’s school, we started discussing some of the people that we lost touch with and as we went through the list, I realized that all of these flippin people looked great.  And you know how I know this – because I have a Facebook account.  Facebook, where we all look like supermodels and rock stars. 

I have a friend who is gorgeous.  When we go out people stare at her – she is that beautiful, and she always looks great.  But when I “tag” a picture of her on Facebook, she instantly un-tags herself if it isn’t what she considers a perfect picture.  She drives me nuts with this.  Then I realized that I do the same thing.  I really don’t care what I look like or what people think of me in real life, but on Facebook, I care a great deal.  Why is that?

The whole population would really be a lot better looking if we put the same amount of effort in ourselves as we do on our FB profile picture.

Myself included.

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Online Journalism may just be the death of me

This class is wiping me out.  It is just such an odd fit for my personality.  I have to force it each week. 

And I feel so guilty about that.  Here I have a wonderful professor who LOVES Journalism.  She is so excited about it.  The fact that I do not share her passion for the profession makes me feel as though I have a dirty little secret. 

Her passion does at least give me an appreciation for it.  That is the best she can probably do with me.    

The trouble is that this class is consuming my life.  If am not doing work for it, then I am stressed because I am not.  We have 3 books for this class and I am always behind in the reading.  I had this idea that we were going to be passively learning about the profession of journalism.  I don’t know why I would think that.  Saint Rose is nothing if they are not hands on. 

We have to actually write interesting stories to publish.  It is an insane amount of work.  Writing an article for a news story is inherently different than regular coursework where you read a book, and write a paper.  For a news story, you have to research your subject, research it some more, interview people, get annoyed when they don’t call you back, call some other people, change your story because the people you wanted to speak to either weren’t available or they didn’t give you the angle you were hoping for and then write and re-write. 

I went through this process and handed in my “story” thinking it was a gem.  I had put so much of my heart and soul into it that it just had to be good, right? Ha ha ha. When I received the graded paper, it had so much red ink from the corrections the professor wrote that I am positive she used the entire pen grading my paper alone. 

Grade?  B+.  Yippee.

Despite all of that, the relief that I felt when I had the story published was overwhelming.  I spent 5 full minutes enjoying that reprieve before the panic/terror overcame my body when I realized that my next “story” is due… on Monday.  You know in four days.   The celebration time after you get a story published is practically nonexistent.

Welcome to my world of journalism.  Now you know what I have been doing with all of my “free” time.   

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Our own radio show!

On the day of the recording, we meet in class and break into our respective groups.  We are preparing for our radio show where we are to vet out the pros and cons of a Viagra – type drug for women.  My group is a group of four and is much more manageable in size and in personality than the previously larger one.  As we discuss our game plan, I find myself wondering if we have the maturity level to pull this off.  It doesn’t matter how old you are, there is something about the subject of sex that makes people a lot more giggly.  We notice that our classmates have become quite quiet as they eavesdrop on our racy conversation.

When it is our turn, we head down to the impressive radio studio in our communications building.  It was so much fun to put on headphones and sit in front of the microphones.  It was very Howard Stern-ish.  Especially considering our discussion topic.   

The head of the communications department was in the radio control room running the show.   We are in another sound proof room sitting at a round table; each at our own respective microphone.  We can see the control room through a large window.

As we move through our discussion we get cues from the professor in the radio room.  In our headphones we hear him tell us things like, “Mic 3, wrap it up” or “Mic 2, get ready to moderate”  which we are clearly not used to because when he does this we stop talking completely right in the middle of the radio show.  With this type of flow our chatty group is suddenly very concise and on task.  Perhaps we need to adapt this type of process when we are having group discussion in class.  It gives me a smile to think of my professor saying, “Ok wrap it up.”

It didn’t take long for us to find our grove and everyone (except me) seemed relaxed.  The conversation was natural and often funny. 

I do not embarrass easily.  This is because I am a klutz by nature and anyone who lacks grace gets used to the sensation of feeling foolish.  However, my cheeks were on fire for the entire 30 minutes of this conversation. 

That really didn’t matter though.  What a rush!  It was so much fun.  I can see how people do this for a living.

This is really what the college experience is all about for me. It is the dread of being forced out of my comfort zone only to then to feel elation for conquering a new challenge when I have completed it.  That was a good day.

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Myspace saved my life

Ha ha.  Well, not really but it did improve it a great deal.  I prefer MySpace to Facebook and I cannot understand why I cannot take my 200+ Facebook friends with me. 

A few years back, my cousin set up a MySpace account for me.  As with any social media, I swore I would never use it and BAM! Before I knew it, I was addicted.  Now MySpace is cool – you can view a person’s page and listen to their music.  The coolest thing about it is that it connected me with my best friend, Bridgette.  Geography and time had separated us for too long.  For years I knew what state she lived in, but nothing more than that.   After our reunion on MySpace we started chatting on the phone when we realized that not much had changed between us on our little hiatus.  She still is the only person I can speak to on the telephone for more than 5 straight minutes. 

After we realized that we really missed each other, she planned a trip.  It was awesome.  Then she planned another.  It was even better.  I was on a blog vacation this past week because I was enjoying her third trip to New York.  It was so much fun.  So before I hit the books on my journey into my fall semester I plan to tell you about it.

We are a little bit nuts, so please don’t judge. 

On second thought, judge all you want, we don’t mind.  We kind of expect it.

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The Magic Box

I have this box the loft of my camp.  It is a trunk, really.  It is about 7 ½ years old and it has been locked shut for almost that long.  No one knows where the key is,  and no one knows what is inside. 

I have tried not to think about that box for the past 7 years and I must say I have been quite successful.  Until a little beautiful blue-eyed boy happened upon it and couldn’t resist the mystery.  He was also motivated by the fact that he had a use for this chest and needed the lock opened and the contents removed.  He is in a pirate phase and this “treasure chest” fits right into some scheme that he has cooking in his world of make believe. 

He has bugged me for more than a week to open it.  Today I finally acquiesced. 

This trunk belonged to my Poppy, my paternal grandfather.  He was quite sick and in a nursing home for the last couple of years of his life.  His mental faculties were quite well considering he was confined to a wheelchair and had suffered 9 consecutive strokes.  The staff in the nursing home would take a liking to his belongings and often they would turn up missing.  He requested a locking storage unit and I bought him this trunk on his last Christmas.  That is probably how I ended up with it again, but I simply don’t remember. 

My husband and my son just took the trunk to a neighbor’s house since he had the tools to cut that lock.  In the woods up here at camp, I heard the snap of the lock echo against the trees.  That was all it took for the tears to start.

I just realized as I was typing this that I realized that today marks the 7th anniversary of his death.  The universe works in strange ways. 

Here I sit, waiting with dread to sift through the contents of that chest. 

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Remember chat rooms?

I keep wondering where social media is going.  I remember my first experience with social media.  It was 1997 we bought a computer and set it up at the kitchen table.  We started participating in the online discussion by going into online “cafe’s” or chat rooms. It was wild.  No matter what your interest, you could find people with that same interest in a chat room.  I couldn’t believe that people were chatting online by typing.  You could chat any time you liked, all day, any day.  Once you turned on your computer, you could get instant interaction.  For two weeks I was addicted. 

The chat room phase wore off on me as quickly as it started because the discussion was so fragmented and it served no real purpose for me. There was no connection with these people.  It was like having the sensation of feeling alone in a room full of people. 

Then came instant messaging.  This was fun until you realized that every time you signed on you were obligated to respond to greeting messages from every person who sent you a message.  Then six hours would go by on a Saturday when you realize you haven’t eaten or showered yet. 

The funniest moment for me is when we got a video camera to video conference with our family in another state.   For the first couple of days we would try it out with random people in video chat rooms.  I would get up, get all prettied up to go on the computer and figure this out.  Until one day when an unwelcome guest joined our chat room who was alone, quite naked and having a grand old time all by himself.  Did you ever notice the people who probably should NOT be naked are those who are most proud to be? That put an abrupt end to that video chat experience.

The instant messenger phase has passed. I don’t even know if anyone still uses AOL.  I haven’t heard or thought about the idea of a “chat room” in years.  I wonder if anyone goes in them anymore.   

So now we are all blogging, tweeting, “friending” and this seems so normal.  In 10 years will we say – “I wonder if anyone even tweets anymore!  Remember blogging?” Inevitably some young ditzy person will come up to you and say, “What’s blogging?”

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