The old adage “Curiosity killed the cat” came to mind the other day during a conversation (aka: a “rant”) in one of my classes at Curry College, where I head the undergrad Public Relations Concentration and teach most of the PR courses.
We had had a writing assignment on the “democratization” of reading that came about in part because of the introduction of paperback books.
It was glaringly obvious as I was reviewing the papers that no one had a clue as to the actual meaning of the word…and not a single soul had bothered to look it up.
While I was all set to launch into a self-righteous hissy-fit, I chose not to go that route.
I’ve been in India for the past three weeks. Two weeks were vacation; this week and next I’ve been/am working remotely (which is actually going quite well now that I’ve gotten into my groove. I’ll tell you more about that after I get back to the U.S. next week).
While I miss my husband and canines, the fun part of this “workation” (tons of photos on Instagram!) is that I’m getting to catch up with family and friends I haven’t seen in years, in some cases almost two decades.
Along those lines, a couple of days ago I visited my best friend’s Indian apartment (she and her husband work on several continents – no, that’s not a typo – and also have a home in the U.K.) for the first time. That’s their front door you see in the photo.
My first question, when she opened the door and welcomed me in, was, “Why is your nameplate on the inside of the door?”
She looked at me and said, “Because Mum would keep the door open all day.”
Good things come our way, sometimes unexpectedly; and not-so-good (I’m a PR guy; I can’t say “bad”!) things fall on us.
This has become particularly interesting to me in my now decade-long role of “head honcho” of the Curry College Communication Department’s undergraduate Public Relations Concentration. As I talk to more and more students who either are preparing to enter the workplace or have just taken their first tentative steps “out there,” I realize more and more the wonders that life holds for each and every one of us.
I’ve also seen this when I meet as a College of Fellows mentor with young professionals at PRSA’s International Conferences, something I’ve been doing for the past few years as part of my personal and professional commitment to the standards and ideals represented by the College.