5 signs you’re at the right school

Choosing a college was stressful, challenging, and one of the biggest decisions I have ever made. As a 17-year-old, there weren’t many things that I decided for myself. This was that first chance at independence, at freedom, at living your own life. I am obsessed with the school I chose (The University of Michigan), and I’m going to share with you, as a graduating senior, 5 signs you know you’re at the right school.

  1. When you walk through campus and smile at how beautiful it is

lawI fell in love with Ann Arbor – with the way the Diag opens up to every building on campus, and how the snow looked in the Law Quad. I fell in love with how happy people looked relaxing in the Arb, and how the city is a sea of maize and blue on game days. Over the years, little bits and pieces of Ann Arbor became home to me. When I am walking to class on the first warm day of Spring, I can’t help but smile because I believe that I live on the most beautiful college campus.

  1. 2. When you find a group of people who make you feel at home

When I think of my college experience, I define it by an organization called Camp Kesem. group.jpg This is a nonprofit run by students at chapters across the country that offers a free week-long summer camp for kids affected by a parent’s cancer. This org has not only shaped my career path, but it has given me the community that I have called my family the past four years. Having a community of peers who understand and care is the greatest gift I have received from my time as a Wolverine. I could not begin to fathom my college career without Kesem.

  1. When you think of what your life would be like if you went to a different college, and literally cannot imagine what type of person you would be
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stadium.jpgI am from Louisiana, and pretty much every student from my small Catholic high school went to one of two colleges in the state. I was one of very few (like literally 6, I think) students who went to a college out-of-state. This was a huge deal for me. I’d never lived away from my parents or my friends, and I knew practically nothing about Ann Arbor. Now, as a senior, I cannot imagine what my life would be like if I had gone to college in Louisiana. I would not be the person I am today, nor would my career path look the same.

  1. 4. When you go home for breaks and miss your friends and being at school

My parents live in North Carolina, so going home for breaks is far, and they last too long. I love spending time with my family, but usuallytour.jpg after a few days at home, I cannot wait to get back. I text my roommates and friends constantly, making plans for what we will do when we’re back. This is the most obvious way that I knew I was going to the right school.

  1. When you’re about to graduate, and you can’t imagine your life anywhere besides here

Graduation is creeping up on me, and my emotions are all over. I cannot imagine living anywhere else, because Ann Arbor has become my home the last four years. grad.jpgChoosing to go to UofM was an incredibly hard decision, but it is by far the best decision I have ever made. I’m so grateful for the friends I’ve made and the memories I’ve had here. I love it so much, I decided to stick around a little longer to receive my Master’s of Social Work. A2 can’t get rid of me quite yet.


photo by jeremymitnick.com

This article was written for ScholarshipPoints Campus Life. You can see my article and contributor page here.

How Camp Kesem Gave Me a Purpose

Recently, I had what I am calling a “future revelation.” We’ve all had versions of these. The ones where we finally realize which college we want to go to, what major we want, what internship we would like, etc. I’ve had various ‘revelations’ over the years, and I decided a career in social work was what I wanted, but never really knew what I wanted to do in the field. Well, now I do. It took me four years of college, over 40 classes in different subjects, 4 internships, and countless breakdowns to realize that my answer was sitting in front of me since the very beginning of my freshman year.

In September of my first year at the University of Michigan, I joined an organization called Camp Kesem. This is a nonprofit that offers a week of summer camp for kids affected by a parent’s cancer. Each chapter at the 80+ universities across the country runs one or two weeks of camp for this underserved population every summer, planned and led entirely by college students. I joined this organization my freshman year at Michigan, and I immediately fell in love. I was personally affected by this issue, with my mother going through chemotherapy and radiation treatments for Breast Cancer when I joined. My passion for this population and Camp Kesem’s mission only grew over the years. I served two years as a Development Coordinator, helping to raise a combined $240,000+ for our chapter. My senior year, I am honored to serve as one of the co-directors for the chapter, and my love for our families, campers and mission has continued to grow. I have had the amazing opportunity to grow so close to many of our campers and their families over the years.


I had four internships, probably seven different part-time jobs, three other student orgs, classes that I loved, and all the while, something just kept pulling me back to Kesem. No matter what was going on, this was what made me happy. Meetings with my fellow Coordinators and counselors inspired me. Speaking with the parents of my campers about how much they were going through reminded me that what we were doing was real and valuable and life-changing.

Last Friday, I was at an all-day training on Grief and Loss (sounds fun, yeah?). Eight hours in one single room with 50 people listening to one person talk about terminal illness, end of life care, and death. Despite the less-than-cheery topic, I think I am going to remember this day for the rest of my life. Throughout the day, I was thinking about Camp Kesem a lot – the woman training us was an oncology social worker at the University of Michigan Comprehensive Cancer Center. On our lunch break, I went up to her and started talking to her about Kesem, knowing that we are a well-known name around the Cancer Center. We chatted about camp for a few minutes, and I was in bliss (as I always am when talking about CK) and then it happened. I had an “A ha! Moment,” if you will. This is it. This is my future.

That afternoon I called cancer centers around the area asking about oncology social work. I called one of my best friends to run this new revelation by her. “Syd, this is perfect. I literally cannot see you doing anything else.” Because of Camp Kesem, working directly with the cancer patients and survivors, as well as their spouses, children, and loved ones, has made me sure that this population is one I hope to work with for the rest of my life. Through my involvement with Camp Kesem, my passion for working in the cancer community has grown more every day. After receiving my Masters of Social Work, I hope to obtain my Oncology Social Work certificate and continue to work with the cancer community in my future, being the voice of patients and families who often go unheard. I hope to work in the health field as an oncology social worker, specifically to work with the patients and their families through the tough journey that is a cancer diagnosis.

One day, I hope to not have this job. By that I mean that I hope there won’t be a need for this job. I hope that oncology will only mean being cured of a disease that we used to fear the name of, that we once referred to as “the C-word.” I hope that this is the change that I see in my lifetime. But until then, until there is a cure, there’s a better c-word – camp. And I could not be more thankful that that c-word is in my life.


If you would like to help me send kids affected by a parent’s cancer to camp this summer, please consider donating here. 80% of our fundraising goes directly to programming, and this summer we are hoping to send over 250 kids to camp! https://donate.kesem.org/fundraise?fcid=788552 

A Farewell to 2016

It has become a sort of tradition for me to write an end-of-the-year blog post. All in all, 2016 sucked. You know it. I know it. We all know it. It was a year of heartbreak and terrorism and protest and disappointment and drastic changes. It was a tough year with a lot of negativity. But I don’t want to dwell on that. That’s not what the holiday time is about. So, I am going to focus on the positive – the positive both in my life and the world around me.

Me: Starting off, I rang in the New Year of 2016 in Toronto with some of my best friends. We achieved our dream of going to The Lockhart – a Harry Potter themed bar in Toronto, sang Hail to the Victors at midnight, and argued over anything and everything like we always do. Ah, so much hope at the beginning of the year. I had never been to Canada, so this was a check off the ol’ bucket list for me.

World: In January, this year took a huge plummet downwards with the loss of stars David Bowie and Alan Rickman. As a life-long Harry Potter fan, Rickman’s death really struck a chord in my heart, and I was deeply saddened. But, in the light of these tragedies, my social media was filled with hope and love – outpouring love, and I was reminded how strong the Potter community is. I hadn’t felt that love in a long time, and it was refreshing and heartwarming.


Me: For Spring Break this year, my best friend and I took a 6-day road trip to Louisiana together. Being able to show her around my hometown, my school, my favorite restaurants, etc. was so exciting and I absolutely loved having her meet all my friends from high school. It was such a cool way for me to show her the other side of me she never gets to see in Michigan. Not to mention, we got to eat and drink and be merry in New Orleans. We even stayed in a really cool mansion hotel while we were there.

World: The Wizarding World of Harry Potter opened in Hollywood in April. That’s pretty sweet. (Do all of my happy moments of this year revolve around Harry Potter? Quite possibly) —- Okay, fine. Also in April, California signed a bill to raise their minimum wage to $15 an hour by 2022. Positive change!!!!


Me: The spring time was craziness for me – experiencing loss and struggle with school, losing my pet dog of 11+ years and hard times in the lives of some of my closest friends. Despite all of this, I was able to visit my best friend at Purdue and attend the Holi fest there. It was a great vacation away from the madness. I also was chosen to be one of the co-directors for Camp Kesem at the University of Michigan for the 2016-17 year.

World: Cleveland won the NBA title in June. That was awesome for Cleveland, I guess. We also had a huge win for the fight for net neutrality in June!

Me:  I had a really awesome internship in Detroit this summer at an organization called Alternatives for Girls. I was able to experience a side of Social Work that I had never experienced before, and I learned so much. My eyes were opened to so many new things from the girls I worked with, and I truly enjoyed every day I was able to work there. I was also able to have a lot of cool experiences with friends, and I traveled to DC for a weekend to see some friends who had moved away!

World: A new Harry Potter book came out!!!!! (Sorry, I didn’t want to disappoint on the Potter trend) Other than that, the summer kind of sucked – with Brexit, the Orlando Pulse club massacre, police violence, the GOP convention, etc. — BUT Michelle Obama summed it up nicely when she said at the DNC, “When they go low, we go high.” (defining a lot of the rest of the election season). Michael Phelps also became the “most decorated Olympian in history”

Me: Becca and I rang in the beginning of our year as co-directors of Camp Kesem with another incredible year of camp. Despite the madness of camp (especially being on the admin side of things), it was honestly the best year yet. There were so many memories made that I will cherish forever. I also got to achieve a life-long dream of seeing Coldplay in concert!!

World: Everything started going more downhill as the election time picked up…but Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize. That was cool.

Me: I turned 21 in Lafayette with some of my best friends and watched my best friend get married. Can’t get much better than that. I cried a lot. There are probably a lot of professional photographs of me crying to come.

World: Sorry – I don’t think I can be very positive about the world during these months. Brangelina got divorced. Trump won the presidency. I just don’t know. There were a lot of tears (not about Brangelina). What I can say – we have our first Indian American senator and the Cubs won the World series.



Me: And in the close of this year – I finished up the year attending my favorite weekend, the Camp Kesem National Summit, at our camp in Fenton, Michigan. My chapter raised over $26,000 for our kids in one day on Giving Tuesday. I finished my hardest semester of all time of 18 credit hours. I watched my last Michigan football home game as a student. I toured the Big House with my friends and reminisced on my four years here – oh wait…I WAS ACCEPTED TO THE #1 SOCIAL WORK SCHOOL IN THE COUNTRY! Possible 2 more years in the best city to come 😉


World: This last month sucked. A lot of celebrity deaths. The bombings in Syria have only gotten worse – more gruesome and fatal. Despite this, there were some wins. Fidel Castro died, marking the end to a symbol of abused power. The war on marijuana is ending – with more than half of states making the substance legal. Overall, despite the hatred and disappointment of the events of 2016, there was a lot of love, a lot of hope, a lot of positive change. There is hope for the future of our world, and I believe in this hope.


Love & Happiness

What does love mean?

A question I’ve asked myself for years

And one I can start to develop an answer to

It’s the trees with their leaves of gold and maroon.

And being attacked in hugs

After being away from people for too long.

It’s the little gifts of smiles

And laughter when you most need it.

It’s knowing that you would drop everything

For that one person

And knowing they would do the same for you.

It’s waking up in the morning

And not dreading a single thing

That you are going to do that day.

Or is that just happiness?

Is there a difference?


Rolling Hills

Colorful fire crackling

On dry Michigan wood

Campfire smell filling my nose

Arms wrap around me

Holding me tight

I hear little voices

Singing songs of rolling hills

And the taps on shoulders

Signify love and community

Our arms linked in a circle

Around the burning fears

Of our past

Forever we remember

That this is where we are


And utterly



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love trumps hate

It took me 24 hours to sit here and actually start typing something. I have felt so many things in the last 24 hours that I have become numb. I felt a lot of hope going into this. Living in a town like Ann Arbor and going to a school like the University of Michigan can give you a lot of confidence in the way our society is making progress. I am a double major in Psychology and Spanish – learning a lot about the world around me, through people and culture. I have a minor in the School of Social Work and am planning to go to Social Work school after graduation, learning about progression (and standstills) in society and how this affects every single person – how society takes someone’s rights and their dignity from them based on their race, gender, class, sexuality, etc.

Last night as there were 15 people in my living room following the live coverage of the election results – switching networks and comparing fact sites – there was a moment at around 1 am when the electoral college numbers were getting close enough to call it for red that I will never forget. Van Jones was speaking on how he was not sure how to explain this to children – to families of marginalized populations. In this moment, you could have heard a pin drop in the room. 15 people were stunned into silence, nothing but tears rolling down many of our faces. That is when I began to mourn. Yes, mourn.

I mourn for the LGBTQ friends and peers that I am so honored to know and love. For their fear of never being able to marry the one they love. Fear of being forced into conversion therapy to try to change the way they were born.

I mourn for my Muslim American friends being called terrorists on their walk to class. For those women and girls afraid to wear their scarves outside out of fear of hate crimes.

I mourn for the Mexican American girls I worked with this summer who told me that they were terrified that if this man won, their parents would be deported.

I mourn for those struggling with disabilities of any kind – mental or physical. Because this man believes that these individuals (myself included as one that suffers from mental illness) do not deserve affordable access to the care we need. This man also mocks those with disabilities in order to spark more hate.tumblr_m0r6v1kGTm1rrr4b5o1_500.jpg

I mourn because I am dedicating my life to social work – to serving the disadvantaged, marginalized and ignored – and that this is the reality I face going into this field. I dedicate my life to being the change. I dedicate my endurance and my passion to making the world a better place for every one.

I mourn for the 9-year-old who told me today that she would rather die than have this man as president, because he hates her family. For the 6-year-old who told me she was sad, because she doesn’t believe she could ever be president now.  For you both, even though you will never read this, I want you to know that we are all here for you to support you and lift you up.

So here I am as an American citizen, sad that this is what the outcome of this election is, but proud of the steps the Clinton campaign took to making this world a little closer to equal, because we are the next generation. I have done my mourning. The weapon that we have – the dreaded millennials – is love, and with that weapon, I am ready to fight.


The Adventure of a Lifetime

like brothers in blood, sisters who ride

and we swore on that night we’d be friends ‘til we die

but the changing of winds, and the way waters flow

life as short as the falling of snow

and now I’m gonna miss you I know

This weekend, I got on a plane at 5am and flew from Detroit to Dallas where my two best friends picked me up at the airport for weekend. I feel like Briley and Camille have become that – “best friends from home” – when I talk about them to my friends in Michigan. This weekend was surreal for many reasons, and it is taking a lot in me to reflect on everything I’m feeling to put those feelings into words.

Moving so far away from home after high school was tough, and weird. It was weird to not be able to mention people from my high school or the traffic on Pinhook. It was weird to have “friends from home” and “friends from school” that felt like they were from two different lives. Growing up through middle and high school with Briley and Camille defined my life in Louisiana, and they’re truly the kind of friends that I can pick up with like it hasn’t been months or years since I’d seen them.

So we arrived in Dallas and met up with our friend Kelly (who I hadn’t seen in 2+ years) and even Hank (who I hadn’t seen since high school graduation) and explored TCU’s campus and then left for Arlington to the Cowboys Stadium for what we came here for – the Coldplay concert.

Now, before you judge. Let me take a step back. Coldplay music basically defined our friendship. I have fond memories of them singing Yellow to me during our sleepovers. We listened to Fix You a lot when we were hurting. I pre-ordered their new album for Briley and I months before it came out as a Christmas present for both of us. She came to visit my family in North Carolina and we sat on the couch screaming while watching the NBC special of the Ghost Stories album being performed in L.A. When I left Louisiana for good, Briley gave me a CD with a recording of her singing Yellow to me. I can’t count the number of times I sat in my car in Ann Arbor listening to that and sobbing. So, long story short, we love Coldplay and their music was the soundtrack to our friendship, and basically the soundtrack to the past 7+ years of my life.


So, fast forward to about 9:30pm CST last night – Chris Martin plays the first few chords of Yellow, and hundreds of yellow balloons fall from the sides of the crowd. And I am stunned almost into silence. I am overwhelmed with so many feelings. I think of how much I have changed in the past 4 years, but how these women standing on each side of me were there with me through it all – even if they were 1,163 miles away the whole time. We are all doing such incredible things but such different things, and it’s so great to be able to support these women follow their dreams while they support me in following me.

There’s a line from one of Coldplay’s songs that goes, “And if we could float away, fly up to the surface and start again. And lift off before trouble just erodes us in the rain. Through chaos as it swirls, it’s us against the world.” Through everything we’ve done together and everything we’ve done since we went our separate ways, I always knew that you were only a text or call or Facetime away for me to talk to. I am so proud of both of you and everything you’ve done. Thank you for being my friends, and I’ll see you soon.