Hello

I’M FROM  the coastal region of NC and lack any trace of southern drawl or dialect.  People ask me all the time if i’m from the north, and I have to explain that my speech is a product of a matriarchal double legacy of educators. I was born at Camp Lejeune and raised in Jacksonville. For most of my young years I was exposed to a blend of accents because of the military bases located in that area (which probably played a role as well). 

I WORK  in the Marketing and Communications department at the UNC Kenan-Flagler Business School.  My department is comprised of a team of professionals who are responsible for the web design and content for http://www.kenan-flagler.unc.edu/, the monthly b-school e-newsletter, press releases, press coverage summaries, ads, videos, photography, graphic design, branding, marketing, rankings, promotions, and support for school wide media production. My position of Communications Coordinator is a support position that allows me to contribute wherever I’m proficient.

I don’t really have any hobbies, but I’m very ATHLETIC  and enjoy playing tennis, running, biking, pilates, swimming, golfing and skiing.  My major INTERESTS  are in film, television and theater production, but I have a penchant for drama and have been told that I can act as well. I’ve also written for most of my life, but I’ve never taken myself seriously.

My GOALS  for this course are to hone my skills in designing and writing electronic media for work purposes.  I’m hoping this will position me for more money in my current position, and strengthen my credentials to branch out into freelance work.  If I’m able to do contract work, I can set up an LLC to begin producing a broad range of media (spanning my areas of interest).  I’m also testing the grad school waters to see if I want to apply to the J school for admission next fall.

Since I have to include a PET PEEVE, I’ll say…

I can’t stand being judged.  I have no problem with people giving feedback, or developing opinions, but the finality of being defined by some single aspect (when there is so much more to each of us than any single thing can fully reflect) makes me feel trapped and angry.  I’m sure I have a heightened sensitivity due to race and gender, but to my surprise, I’ve faced this because of how I look too, or how I’ve dressed. We’ve all had to moderate these last two things in our lifetimes to suit others, but I’ve grown to appreciate the moments when I’m not bound by any concern for this type of thing.