E- Portfolio

The Basics

    Hey! You have just clicked your way into the academic cyber world of me, Molly Catherine Daley. I am currently an undergraduate student at Pennsylvania State University and could not be more in love with the college I attend. The transition from high school to college expanded my maturity level and has finally allowed me to "find" myself.
    Due to my growth as an individual, my choice of major, like many other undergraduate students has flip flopped multiple times. However, I have finally got it right and because of the insights of my first semester classes at Penn State, I have chosen to be an Advertising major focussing in public relations.
    I have taken many basic classes such as Earth Science, Freshman Seminars, and Introduction to Sociology. I enjoy the social and private interactions people in society have created, and mixing this with the impact that advertising and rhetorical expression has has influenced me to make these studies my main focus in my academic and professional career.
    I am not only a student, but I also work as waitress at a restaurant in downtown State College. The long hours and 50 cent tips can be discouraging at times, but reminding myself of all the school work I can accomplish along with being a finanacially independent young lady is more than rewarding.

Why an E-Portfolio?

    This E-Portfoio allows the audience to obtain a view of the academic work I have created currently and as my collegiate career progesses. The side tabs to the right categorize each diverse rhetorical expression I have made from speeches to essays.

What I Want to Be When I Grow Up

    As an Advertisement major, I hope to eventually be working behind the scenes creating the commercials and billboards you observe today. I do not wish to be in the artistic aspect of advertising but more as a representative of corporate companies. I am just building my future, one



Molly Daley's E-Portfolio

Strut Your Rhetoric

     Appearance is everything. It was everything decades ago and it is everything now. Your hair, your attire, your facial expressions, and the way you walk establish stereotypes regardless if it was your intent or not. You can change your appearance to create different labels as well. Are you feeling down today? Throw on some black. You are in a fraternity? Those Sperry’s, Easter egg shirt color, and khaki shorts never suggested that. Just broke up with your boyfriend? You should definitely cut and color your hair, you know, slap on the “new me” look. The tip top of the head to the shoelaces on your sneakers scream certain qualities that either you want or just can't seem to escape no matter what you do. Let’s talk about the rhetoric that you unknowingly exhibit.

    From the jump we initiated this rhetorical discrimination. Cigars and mini baseball caps equals a boy and bright colored bows coupled with pink dresses equals a girl. As age increases, clothes begin to neutralize themselves, but if a male would ever wear a dress, uncomfortable and shocked glances would be shot his way no matter his age.

      Then we hit adolescence, and music, pop culture, and trending fashion takes control. Middle school demonstrates how the majority of individuals develop their own personal style and it continues throughout high school or changes completely into what others deem as “popular.” For example, if you are a girl and you do not own a pair of Uggs or something of the sort, then what country do you live in? Because it sure is not America.

      College is the point in time where students claim they are “too grown” to care what others think about them, therefore, t-shirts and sweatshirts with their university’s logo on them are all the rage. When age continues to advance, people wear attire that they feel matches their generation. Moms are expected to never be caught dead in a mini skirt and wedges just like grandfathers probably wouldn’t wear a shirt that says “national beer pong champion.”

     Age is not the only thing that is obvious through clothing, but things like personality are as well. Certain stigmas are attached to the girl sporting the skin tight black mini dress with pumps compared to the refined girl with a turtle neck and flats on.

     It is entirely our fault that these clothes state these assumptions on people. Judging is human nature. Clothing cannot speak, but it sure can say a lot. 

"The One Sister I've Got!"

     Life is a much more simple when you have family standing behind you. Decisions become easier, stressful nights become relaxed, and a mere phone call can solve the frown you adopted after that email about your failing exam grade. When you have family, you never feel alone.

     My birthday last week reminded me of how family can be miles away, but yet make you feel like they are right next door. This birthday was hands down, the worst birthday of my 19-year span (here comes the part where you jump on the pity-me train). I could not celebrate because homework and waitressing piled up to the extreme. I got about two phone calls and upcoming tests circled my brain mocking me with each minute that my birthday clock ticked.

     And then I went on Facebook. Of course I had ridiculous amounts of “happy bday” wall posts. But only one made my finger stop scrolling. My sister loves to create witty poems. I guess you could say it’s her “thing.” Where the time and ideas steam from when she types these poems is beyond me. The following poem written by Jessica Daley reminds me how much rhetorical expression can influence others:

Rose r red, violets r blue, it's Molly's 19th birthday but what can we do?

Not yet legal, can't take her to bars.

Can't take her bowling ‘cause she live too far. 

I would buy her some clothes to cover her breast

But we all know brains just aren't what's her best.

I'd give her some money for books, bills and food

But let's face it she's My sister, she'll spend it in booze. 

Still so young at 19, the one sister I've got!

Can still remember the first time she Shit in a pot!!!

And the pictures we took of that lil turd!

But now that she's grown out into the world

I give her my hand, my heart and advice.

Follow your path. Don't ever think twice. 

Don’t get arrested (unless it was fun)

Don't get yourself pregnant until he's the One. 

Save money in banks, get your own gay named Frank and when you go

Date a Thomas ‘cause we have enough Joes. 

And when things get too hard that you can't comprehend

I'll make up an answer that comfort may lend. 

I love you Miss Molly. Happy 19th so far. 

It's time for you to go and break open your own star.

     Of course it’s not professional and vulgar at times, but this poem was the highlight of my disastrous birthday. I did not receive any expensive presents or cards that day, just a couple phone calls and this wall post from my older sister.  It did not need to be chock full of sappy emotional lines. The humor and one sentence stating, “and when things get too hard that you can’t comprehend, I’ll make up an answer that comfort may lend.” Knowing that despite her busy and overwhelming life, she took the time and effort to create this poem is more than enough for me. A couple years ago I would have complained about being gift less on my birthday. Now, gifts are irrelevant. The thought triumphs all.