I’m a 20-something living in North Carolina on my way to living out my (somewhat conventional) dream of working with and training professional athletes. I was born in California and spent the first two years of my life in Orange County. I spent the next year of my life in Rhode Island and then I was raised in New Hampshire for the rest of my adolescent years.
I went to Central Catholic High School in Lawrence, Massachusetts, which was about 25 minutes from my home. I was a two-sport high school athlete, earning conference All-Star honors for the Varsity Football team as a senior and I was a proud spot-starter-but-mostly-1st-base-coach-slash-clipboard-holder for the Varsity Baseball team. I also played two years of JV Hockey and a year of JV Indoor Track. I graduated from high school in May 2010. I went to college at Arizona State University, where I earned a degree from the Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and Mass Communication with cum laude honors in May 2014.
After college, I took a job with my Fraternity, Delta Sigma Phi, in Indianapolis, Indiana. As an undergraduate, I was recruited as a Founding Father for the Beta Psi chapter at Arizona State University. Delta Sig is largely responsible for the best years of my undergraduate experience (and probably the most enjoyable years of my life.) Because I believed so strongly in Delta Sig and it’s mission to provide an “atypical fraternity experience,” I felt like it was my duty to pay the debt back to the organization that gave so much to me. My official title was “New Chapter Development Coordinator” (basically, I started new chapters of my Fraternity all across the country from scratch in about six weeks.) Though I cherished the year that I worked for Delta Sig, I yearned to return to the Valley of the Sun. In May 2015, I left Delta Sigma Phi and Indianapolis to return to Arizona.
During my one year return to the Valley of the Sun, I endured my version of the “quarter-life crisis.” I took a job at a call center and I pretty much hated every second of it. It was during my time there that I had my first panic attack. I looked around the room and thought to myself, “What am I doing with my life?” I lasted about four months there. I then took a job as an Account Executive at an email marketing company (AKA: over-the-phone inside salesman.) I lasted about two weeks at that job and to this day it is the only job I ever quit without a two weeks notice. Look, a sales career can be very lucrative and the product I was (unsuccessfully) trying to sell was super legitimate…but it takes a certain type of person to survive and thrive in sales and I am just not one of them. After I quit that job, I had a realization that even though I looked good on paper, I was never going to get a journalism job. I swallowed my pride and called up my folks in October 2015 and told them I needed to come home to North Carolina and live with them. I told them I planned to save up money, get a serving job, and then go to an in-state graduate school. I had my new five year plan. The parents were awesome and said they’d love for me to come home.
I moved back in with my family in North Carolina in May 2016 and quickly landed a job at a nearby country club as a bartender and server. Quick side-note: in July of 2012, my family moved from Windham, New Hampshire to Morrisiville, North Carolina. Anyway, from May 2016 to August 2017, I researched my graduate school options. I have a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism and Mass Communication and want to pursue a Masters of Exercise Science with a Strength and Conditioning Concentration. Basically, that’s two completely different fields. So, after meeting with a couple graduate school directors, I learned I’d have to complete about ten additional pre-requisite classes that I will finish up by Spring 2019. Once those are completed, I’ll be applying to the programs that I am interested in.
So, for now, I serve steaks, sling Jack and Cokes, go to class, and explore the Raleigh, North Carolina area. I’m on a mission to be a better man everyday and the journey of my life is something that I’m embracing. I hope you enjoy the stories of progress and of failure. There are low points and high points. But hey, in life “there’s a lot of perfection in imperfection, remember that.”