2-0-1 at Drexel

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Second big lacrosse weekend! We played at Drexel University yesterday in Philly. Our bus left Marist at 6:30 AM and returned at 7:30 PM. We played three games (20 minute halves, running time) back to back under the sun. First we tied Drexel, then we beat La Salle followed by Bucknell. I played twenty minutes in the game against Bucknell. It’s hard for me to believe it’s been a year and a half since I was on a field in uniform! It feels good, but it’s also a bit nerve-racking. Our team did well despite the severe soreness in our calves from hill sprints (over 30) Friday morning. The soreness is still lingering, but it’s getting better with stretching and ice baths.


Taken at 5:16 AM Friday morning

My fall goals for lacrosse:

  • Sharpen my stick skills (back to basics). This needs to be a priority.
  • Strengthen my upper body
  • Watch more film
  • Become more comfortable & knowledgeable with zone
  • Get to know my teammates more
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The student athlete life–classes between practice!

My good friend from Emma Willard and fellow co-captain of the lacrosse team, Mary Cochran, drove up from Maryland with her boyfriend to watch my team play. We caught up at the tailgate afterwards. It was SO nice to see her. Mary has been a tremendous cheerleader and motivator for me. She gave me pointers on how I can improve to be a better player at this level. I am beyond lucky to have her in my life. I hadn’t seen her since our high school graduation! I’m sure I’ll be seeing her at every high school reunion 🙂

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One of my ‘sheroes’

Today was a rest day. I did some homework at the library with my teammates and went to the gym for treatment (ice bath round two). Taylor, Louis’ girlfriend, is visiting this weekend, so we went to Panera for dinner and Price Chopper. Great way to end the weekend!

The only hiccup in the weekend was losing my phone. I had it with me when I left my house at 6 AM yesterday morning, but it was nowhere to be found on the bus 15 minutes later. I was phone-less for the day (it was actually quite refreshing). When I got back to campus, I called security and no one had returned a phone. I checked the location on the Find My iPhone app, but it said the device was offline. I was convinced someone had picked it up and kept it.

This morning my mom called Verizon and started an insurance claim. But I got an email from security saying to stop by their office in regards to my phone call about my lost phone. Someone had returned it! There are honest people out there. It was ironic, because my friend, Jake, got his phone stolen earlier this week at Ithaca College. He wasn’t as lucky as I was.

It’s going to be another good practice week before our tournament at Binghamton on Saturday. Being part of a team is something that is so special and unique. It’s helping me to stay on track with school and to be a healthy person overall. xo ~ e.


Change of (College) Game Plan

Monday, October 2, 2017

Sports have always played a pivotal role in my life ever since I could remember.

The second photo my parents received (ever) of me illustrated a five month old baby grinning ear to ear with a soccer ball in her lap halfway around the world. I started kicking the ball around at Southshire Community School when I was five before joining a youth league in Arlington a year or two later.

Soccer, middle school basketball, and figure skating kept me busy outside the classroom growing up in Southern Vermont. I loved watching high school kids play at Applejack Field. I remember thinking to myself, “I hope I’m as good as the big kids someday.”

My family and friends supported my athletic endeavors from the get-go. Driving me to practices, paying for travel teams, watching my somewhat graceful figure skating performances, attending tournaments on the weekends, supplying orange slices for halftime breaks. They knew how much I valued being part of something bigger than myself–being part of a team. And they made sure I could take advantage of the opportunities I was presented with.

At Emma Willard, I played four years of varsity soccer and three years of varsity lacrosse. Soccer was my savior my freshman year of high school when I was desperately homesick. My favorite senior, Brianne, taught me the very basics of lacrosse so we could be on two teams together instead of one.

My teammates have always been my closest friends. They’re the ones who push you to be better on and off the field.

My athletic career at Emma Willard was a very positive one. I never suffered from serious injuries, I served as a captain in both sports, and I reveled in the student-athlete life. Having two hour practices after classes forced me to time manage efficiently. I remember rushing from the dining hall to the shower to the library for study hall to hall tea to bed. I recall the adrenaline rush starting as soon as we lined up to get on the bus.

There have been countless glorious victories and many devastating losses in my nineteen years.

As I played my senior games in high school, I didn’t want to believe that my time as a student athlete was over. But in May 2016, it appeared as though it was. I was going to start my collegiate career in Florence, Italy. I was going to travel throughout Europe and learn things that I never could have on the pitch.

Italy was hands down one of the best years of my life. My study abroad comrades were my teammates as we took on the world one pizza at a time. However, I found myself missing team sports. I watched game highlights on YouTube, checked out the rosters at Marist, and looked forward to the one day a week I got to play soccer for an hour.

As soon as I committed to the FFE Program, I let go of my dream to play sports in college. I never thought I’d be able to do both. That was a sacrifice I was willing to make leading up to my flight.

We’re a little over a month into our first semester here in Poughkeepsie, and it’s been an adjustment. In September, I felt lost on a campus without having a sport. My days didn’t feel fulfilling or engaging like they did at Emma.

So I took another chance.

I emailed the women’s lacrosse coach asking if she would hold open tryouts this fall. I met with her and her assistant the next day and decided I would show up a week later to tryout for the division I lacrosse team. It’d been over a year since I picked up my stick and played in a game.

Walking onto the brand new turf field at Tenney was a very intimidating situation. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. There were twelve girls on the team, and they welcomed me warmly. We got right into shuttles, 1 v 1s and 2 v 2s, ending the hour with a few sprints. I gave it my best, not knowing what the outcome would be.

The next day the coaches called me to their offices. They offered me a spot on the roster, and I accepted. I knew it would be a challenge and a huge commitment, but I was ready for it. My family and friends supported my decision and encouraged it, especially my grandpa who played basketball & baseball at RPI.

I’m heading into my second full week of practices, and it is exhausting. Three hour practices, four days a week, and tournaments on the weekends (and this is the off season). My stick skills and knowledge for the game are far behind the other girls, but I am determined to get better. I’m learning so much from them already. For most of them, they were recruited to play lacrosse at Marist. It’s their right for them to be on this team, since they did so much work to sign a national letter of intent. For me, it’s a privilege to be on the team. I hope to contribute in my own ways as a teammate. I have gotten down on myself for feeling so far behind, but I remind myself that I’m doing my best and have not had as much experience. It’s not an excuse but rather motivation.


Adjusting to Marist and the lacrosse team has been an ongoing challenge, but I know it will be worth it. “You miss every shot you don’t take.” GO RED FOXES! xo ~ e.

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Ice cream at coach’s house and new sticks!


All smiles at our Vassar tournament where we went 4 and 0


Spring 2018 schedule will be released soon!


Marist Women’s Lacrosse








First Week of American College Break Down

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Buona sera! I’ve been meaning to write this post for several days. Tomorrow will mark two weeks as a sophomore at Marist College in Poughkeepsie, NY. Let me tell you… This week went a lot smoother than last week! So here’s the breakdown of my first week at American college.


I had never been so nervous going to classes! I felt like a freshman in high school all over again–unsure of which building to go to, intimidated by the upperclassmen, stressed about where to sit in the classroom.

Socially awkward

This is how I felt all. week. long. My friends and I were asked many times “Are you freshmen?” It shouldn’t feel like an insult, but it does as a non-freshman. Perhaps we’re paranoid, but we think people stare at us. It makes sense for sophomores especially to, because they’ve never seen us before, and they know we aren’t freshmen.

In my classes, it seemed as though everyone knew each other. They’d say hi to one another, ask how last night was at Darby’s or whatever bar it was depending on the day, get in each other’s Snapchats. Meanwhile I sat in between strangers staring blankly at my planner or notebook.


Yes, the American college academic system differs greatly from the Italian college academic system. There are a lot more smaller assignments spread out over time. Using my syllabi for all five classes to color coordinate into my planner was a good two hours of stress/panic. The best strategy? TURN SOMETHING IN & HOPE YOU PASS.

Tackling the gym

It’s nerve racking dead lifting 25 pounds when the cute guy next to you dead lifts 4 times that. It’s also nerve racking trying to exercise surrounded by division I athletes. I plugged in my Taylor Swift and focused on my workout. Now I know I can survive going to the gym even during its busiest hours.

One swipe/week

I have the smallest meal plan available at Marist; therefore, I get one swipe a week (one meal a week unless I get creative with tupperware). The dining hall is a great place to meet friends. Unfortunately, I miss out on that opportunity.

The plus side?

I find rides to the nearby grocery stores and cook my own food. That’s helped me eat healthy!

Co-ed environment

Take me back to Emma Willard?

Social scene

Marist is strictly a bar school. You have to be 21 to get in. I don’t have a fake ID, so I haven’t experienced the bar scene. Although there’s a tinge of FOMO (fear of missing out), I’m hoping to find more people on campus who prefer to stay in.

Club fair

I signed up for 10 clubs at the club fair on Friday afternoon. There were so many people squeezed into two tents. It was very overwhelming! We’ve had club meetings this week, and I’m starting to narrow down my choices. There’s simply not enough time for everything! Clubs will be a good way to meet new people and get more involved on campus.

Missing Florence

I miss the freedom and independence Florence graciously provided me. There was never a need to conform to a student body like there subtly is here. Scrolling through Instagram pictures of current FFEs at La Ménagère, Piazza Repubblica, and Edoardo’s definitely makes me miss Florence and that incredible chapter of my life. But a new one’s starting here in Poughkeepsie, and that’s what needs to be the main focus.

Solution? TIME.

Like I’ve told my friends and heard it from my friends and family time and time again, TRANSITIONS TAKE TIME. There’s no rush to make non-FFE friends or feel 100% every day. The long weekend away in Sherburne, NY with Colleen helped me re-channel my focus and confidence. So far, so good!

Keep up with me!

Here are some links to some of my schoolwork.

My WordPress blog I created for Digital Toolbox: uncaffeperme.wordpress.com/

Assignment due (& presentation) tomorrow for my Intro to Strategic Advertising class: 8amtuesdaysandfridays.blogspot.com/2017/09/pov-assignment-forever-21.html

xo ~ e.

Fall Semester Classes

Sunday, August 27, 2017

The eve before the first day of school continues to be a night filled with excitement, nerves, and energy–even as a sophomore in college!

Everyone’s moved in on campus now. This afternoon we watched the Marist women’s soccer team defeat the University of New Hampshire wildcats. It was a gorgeous (although slightly hot) day for soccer! A big part of me still wishes I was on the field in uniform, especially since today was the first day of preseason at Emma.

Colleen, Sasha, and I tackled the dining hall for dinner tonight. There are so many new faces to recognize! Marist has an undergrad of roughly 5,000 students. Compared to previous schools, it’s very large! I’m itching to get to know my classmates more throughout the school year. It’s more challenging than I thought it would be to branch out of our tight knit FFE group, but it’ll happen in time. College is a huge transition, and the beginning is always the hardest!

I’m taking four communication classes this semester in addition to Chinese. Most of my classes are 100 or 200 levels, but I’m sure I’ll be busy nevertheless. Below is my full schedule (yes, I have classes five days a week now):


11-12:15 Digital Toolbox


8-9:15 Intro to Strategic Advertising

12:30-1:45 Communication Research & Methods

2-3:15 Intermediate Chinese I

5-6:15 Public Relations Theory & Practice


9:30-10:45 Digital Toolbox


5-6:15 Public Relations Theory & Practice


8-9:15 Intro to Strategic Advertising

12:30-1:45 Communication Research & Methods

2-3:15 Intermediate Chinese I

As you can tell, Tuesday is my most hectic day!

Goodbye summer and hello fall semester! xo ~ e.

Marist Orientation: The American Version

Friday, August 25, 2017

One year ago from today I was on a plane from JFK to Rome–nervous, excited, and ecstatic to spend my freshman year of college in Florence, Italy.

I sit here 365 days later blogging from my living room in my townhouse on Marist’s campus in Poughkeepsie, NY.

So much has happened in a year. I’ve never believed in that statement more.

Nothing will compare to my European adventure. The memories, food, friendships, spontaneous moments cannot be relived. However, we’re all excited to be on campus to give it the good ‘ole (American) college try.

The end of the summer happened so abruptly. A week relaxing with family in Embden, Maine, maple milkshakes at the Washington County Fair, literally packing the day before move in day.

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Lobster rolls are a must in Maine


End of summer tradition

The summer was a lot of work, a lot of learning, a lot of healing & reflecting. My internships were engaging and fulfilling. But like most college students, I was ready to be at school and in the classroom. College is fun after all!

My parents graciously packed up the car on Tuesday night. It certainly wasn’t my first rodeo! I’ve packed for school for four years before this. It felt all too familiar 🙂

The move in day nerves were definitely present, but they dissipated as soon as I stepped out of the car and heard Sasha say, “Emma?!”

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Jill and I are the only roommates from Florence rooming together in Poughkeepsie. We have the biggest room in our house (8 girls total)!

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Thursday consisted of meetings and information sessions, although most of the stuff they talked about are things we’ll have to figure out on our own. If we navigated living in a foreign country for 9 months, I’m sure we’ll manage!

It’s really nice being with the FFEs. No shame in talking about Florence and catching up about our summers.

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Today we finished orientation with a boat cruise on the Hudson. We also ate in the dining hall and attended the men’s soccer game vs. UAlbany! Red Foxes came away with the W after a crazy comeback. Highlight of the game? The dog running on the field who provided a splendid minute of entertainment!

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Freshman year 2.0! The FFEs moved into Via San Gallo 33 today too. Looking forward to what’s next here at Marist. Stay tuned! xo ~ e.

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Emma: Freelancer Edition

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

This summer has been the summer for achieving goals.

  • Running my first 10K
  • Working in corporate
  • Eating healthy consistently (minus last night’s chicken tenders at the Dairy Bar)
  • Spending a lot of time with family
  • Reading books in addition to watching Netflix

One of my proudest accomplishments is being published in my local newspaper, the Manchester Journal. My dad worked for the Bennington Banner when I was very young. I clearly remember asking my mom how come Dad always worked and never picked me up from school. I rarely saw him, because he cranked out articles every day! He initially sparked my fascination for writing and print publication. Naturally I grew up reading the BannerJournal, and the Vermont News Guide. Being featured in them a few times was always a highlight too.

Before the summer began, I had a goal to be published in print. I wrote the article for the Florentine that was published online, but I wanted to see my name and my words on paper. Everything’s digitized now that print publication feels more ‘authentic’ or special.

I emailed the editor of the Journal, Greg Sukiennik, asking if they had a freelance budget. To my surprise, he got back to me a couple hours later saying he could help me out and meet with me after viewing some samples. Lucky enough for me, I had some to share that weren’t academic papers!

We met at Spiral Press Cafe during the week on my lunch break, and he was genuinely interested in my writing interests. It’s rare to find people who invest in young students (especially in the journalism industry).

Greg basically gave me the freedom to write about anything/anyone relevant in the community. He also said he would give me assignments. One day at Tuttle, I came up with the idea to write about Pierce Fulton, a Stratton native, who released his debut album. I got the green light from Greg, contacted Pierce’s manager, and interviewed Pierce that weekend in addition to getting a quote from his music teacher at BBA. It was quite the process!

At my mom’s camper that weekend, I proudly typed up a story (over 1,000 words). The response I got from Greg was to cut it to 750 words. Edit, edit, edit! I learned a lot from that first writing experience. News writing is something new to me (blog post to come in the near future). I was ecstatic picking up the paper on Friday morning at Stewart’s. I frantically flipped through it to find the picture of Pierce I submitted and my name. Such an adrenaline rush. There were some corrections, but overall, it was a success.

The most recent article I wrote is about the young musicians in Manchester this summer. This was a piece assigned to me specifically by Greg. He wanted me to capture What’s it like to study music in Vermont for the summer? This story took a lot of time, work, and effort. I met with four students and two directors within two days (on top of interning for 8 hours/day) and wrote the story in one afternoon at my grandparents’ house. I had a clearer idea of how to write it (I had 950 words this time) and used the suggestions from my last story to improve.

Having people mention an article in the grocery store, sharing my writing with the community, my friends, and family, and seeing my work in something I’ve read for years is a humbling and rewarding feeling. My passion for writing has deepened, and the skills I’ve acquired will be useful in the future. Stay tuned for my next article about John Werner’s 40th Annual Arlington Soccer Camp. I’m super stoked for this one–I grew up attending and volunteering at his camp! xo ~ e.

Please give my newspaper stories a read! Links below 🙂 I’ve also updated my ‘Publications’ page with some FlockU clips as well to check out.

Sweet music

BBA grad Pierce Fulton releases debut album

Birthday Weekend

Thursday, July 20, 2017

The LeMay/Dauenheimer Family celebrated a spectacular birthday weekend for the July birthdays (my mom, Aunt Louise, and me). We kicked off the weekend with some hard fought matches of racquetball. My grandpa and I have been playing nearly every Saturday or Sunday morning together this summer, but this time I got to play against his son and witness the higher skill and intensity between the two for a couple matches. It was the first time I saw Pop bring his true ‘A game!’

Saturday evening we had dinner at The Bryant House in Weston after poking around The Vermont Country Store. I can’t get enough of it this summer so it appears! We had a long dinner (Italian length), and my great aunt and uncle from Middlebury joined us. I felt so happy to be with the entire family, since it’s what I missed the most while abroad.

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My people

We headed to the Weston Playhouse to see Once! It was an amazing performance and the last one of the season at the theater. 10 years ago I appeared on that stage night after night as a daughter in The King & I.  The small yet beautiful theater holds many fond memories. The singing, plot, and love story were all mesmerizing. I highly recommend the soundtrack!


Sunday was a relaxing day at Nana and Pop’s. Writing my next article for the Manchester Journal and picking blueberries and eating donuts from the local donut cart were involved.

It was a wonderful birthday weekend with limited presents and rather an abundance of family, entertainment and relaxation. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate 19! A big thank you to everyone who made this weekend so special. You know who you are! xo ~ e.