Ok everybody. I officially suck. I’ve been meaning to write this blog post for a week, and it has been getting pushed to the bottom of my to-do list, so I apologize! Here goes:
It has officially been a week since my trip to Spokane to visit my alma mater, Whitworth University. As many of you already know, I am a proud Whitworth alumna (go bucs!) that graduated in 2016. Whitworth shaped who I am as an individual and who I am as a professional in my career, and I wanted to share with you a little bit about my experience visiting last week.
Last week was the third time that I have visited campus since my graduation, and the first time that I made an intentional effort to fully immerse myself in the Communications classes as a guest and a speaker. In two days, I visited and/or spoke to a total of five classes and was asked to talk to students during a brown-bag lunch where students could ask questions about resumes, internships, and jobs.
I had the amazing opportunity to speak to some of my old college classes specifically about my time since graduation, my career, and my life after Whitworth. It was great to be able to visit old professors who still care about and support me from afar, even after I departed from the beloved pine cone curtain.
I could go on and on about how wonderful Whitworth is, but I’ll move on for the sake of keeping this post focused on what it’s really about – giving back.
Being asked to come speak to students at my alma mater was one of the best experiences of my life to-date. It was flattering and humbling, and I couldn’t fathom the fact that my professors now viewed me as a peer and as an expert in my field. To say my mind was blown is an understatement.
Whitworth was home to me for four of the most impactful years of my life, and I feel as if I’ll never be able to fully repay that debt (the financial debt is real too, but that will get repaid soon), but I think I’ll be able to repay and express my gratitude if I can keep giving back to the community that gave so much to me.
Being able to invest in the current students of Whitworth, even if not financially, is something that I hope to be able to continue doing for years to come. Knowing that something I say could impact a student who is sitting where I once sat makes it more than worth it to take a couple of days off work.
I encourage anyone and everyone considering visiting their alma mater to DO IT! Even if you just sit in the back of the class and observe. To know that Whitworth is still a place I can call home is heartwarming. All in all, I pretty sure I scared and/or overwhelmed a few freshman and calmed a few seniors, so I think my visit was successful.