Noelle Martin


AKA “Mindful Martin

By exploring what makes each client special, Noelle is always prepared to produce high quality, results-driven content that aligns with their voice and mission. This helps our partner schools to achieve their goals, recruiting students who are happy with their college choice. A proud former Hawk who earned both her bachelor’s and master’s degrees in English from SUNY New Paltz, Noelle has a variety of experience that has shaped her skills, including teaching freshman composition classes, working in development for an environmental nonprofit, and as a content specialist in the marketing department of a small private college. This former yoga instructor relies on her 10 years of practice to stay focused and in-the-moment at all times.

What do you enjoy most about your position at Spark451 and why?

I love getting to know our clients: immersing myself in their mission and goals, understanding what they stand for, and learning what sets them apart. Then, I get to craft content intended to grasp the attention of a student who will feel at home there. Writing is powerful, and at Spark, I get to nudge people toward their dreams.

How has your own college education directly translated to success at Spark451 and why?

In college, I studied and wrote creative nonfiction (memoir, nature writing, literary journalism, etc.). I examined the way writers wield rhetorical appeals and learned how to craft relatable content that engages the audience’s attention. My work at Spark isn’t so different: I get to the core of a college and write directly to the student who belongs there.

What is one superpower you’d want to possess and why?

My superpower would be to be fluent in all languages. All of ‘em. I thrive off genuine connection, and being able to travel the world and communicate with people without a language barrier would be cool.

Beach vacation or city vacation and why?

Although I turn a special shade of charred strawberry, I am a beach gal through and through. I once burrowed myself down into a pit of warm sand, pulled my towel over me, and slept there for I don’t remember how long. I’d do it again.