Tag Archives: college

Twitter Spotlight: Cherylanne Skolnicki

I just don’t even know how to introduce you to Cherylanne Skolnicki aka @NourishTweets aka Canne, which is how she used to sign her name for short when we were in college together at Cornell.

Although we are both only children from Pennsylvania, Cherylanne and I were awfully different as students. She graduated in just three years whereas I slept through almost as many classes as I attended. She cooked amazing, grown-up style meals; I threw together the same one-pot pasta on the nights when I couldn’t talk my roommates into ordering pizza.

But years later, here we are: still friends. I like and admire this smart, kind entrepreneur, wife and mother 100x more than I did back in college (and I already thought the world of her).

Time for you to get to know the brains behind @NourishTweets.

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Gratitude for the ones who got away

Incredibly embarrassing update below

Dan* and I met through my work-study job in college. My commitment to ten hours of weekly clerical work in the Registrar’s Office was the subject of much mirth among the full-timers and more reliable student works.

It was a 50/50 proposition if I would actually show up for my designated hours, they joked. “But I always call!” I would counter. Whether it was due to classwork, hangovers, my need for a nap or simply something more interesting arising, I called in with a lot of excuses.

For whatever reason, they tolerated me.

Dan appeared on one of the days late in my freshman year when I happened to show up. His mother was one of the bosses and when visiting from his own university, he would come to the office to help out. Dan was a volleyball-playing, ROTC-committed stud of a man. When he smiled, his eyes reminded me of Patrick Swayze (!). Tall and fit, solid, sturdy and friendly, I was immediately drawn to him.

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This new thing I’ve been doing

Twenty-five pairs of eyes stare back at me.

A young man in front asks question after question, all of which sound less like questions and more like statements meant to make him seem smarter than the instructor.

The instructor who is me.

I have taken on a new project recently teaching a class at a local university. For obvious reasons, I can’t share too many details. But I wanted to let you know why I have been posting less than is my normal. Teaching is in addition to my full-time job so I have less free time than usual.

Teaching is a bit outside my comfort zone, but in a good way–at least so far!

For your enjoyment, here’s a pic of me from a pajama party-themed fraternity mixer a gazillion years ago.

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If you have any advice for me, I would love to hear it. What made you like and learn from your favorite professors or teachers? Any “what not to do” tips?

XO,

Professor Chicklette

Twitter Spotlight: Ashley Elgin

It’s coming: The return of Bachelorette on ABC. Desiree‘s season premieres as on May 27.

Some of you love it, some of you don’t so I’m sorry in advance. There will be a lot of Bachelorette tweeting and posting during these next few weeks.

In anticipation of the new season, I wanted to feature college student Ashley Elgin aka @BachelorExpert in the Twitter Spotlight.

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OneChicklette: Your favorite qualities in a love interest

@BachelorExpert: Smart, funny and someone who brings me down a notch, I usually need it. 

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What’s the difference between parsley and…

I saw a tweet today that gave me a horrific flashback:

@som1cool: What’s the difference between parsley and pussy? ….Nobody eats parsley.

The joke still makes me blush, not to mention the memory of the first time I heard it.

Picture it: I’m in college. My mother (without my father for some reason I can’t recall) came to visit, bringing my cousin and her husband with her. To put this in context, my cousin is eight years older than me so let’s say she was 27 or 28 at the time.

The three of them plus a college friend of mine went to dinner. The seating configuration matters for this story so I made you a helpful diagram.

The cousin at dinner has a notorious pottymouth and is known for her fondness for dirty jokes. I was – and am still – a prude around my parents, something my various cousins have known and exploited since I was about twelve years old.

Showing off for her still-relatively-new husband, my cousin jumped right in.

What’s the difference between parsley and pussy?

Cringing. Twitching. Squirming. Pleading with my eyes and my words.

“NOOOOOOO. Please stop. Please.”

Furtive look to see if my mother is paying attention. No. She’s talking to my friend about something. College. Boys. Sororities and Fraternities. The weather. Anything. I DON’T CARE.

“Nobody eats parsley!” exclaims my cousin triumphantly.

And then…

“Oh, David eats it all the time!”

And then I died. Or crawled under the table or both. I would tell you which, but I have blocked the outcome from my conscious mind.

The end.