Have too much Halloween candy? Have no fear. With the help from Autumn Barratt, Danimal has come up with a few tricks for those extra treats.
— I wrote this as an opinion piece for my school’s newspaper. Reading about this incident has rendered a new emotion inside me about the value of team sports. Others have different opinions. This is mine.
Jonathan Martin left the Miami Dolphins this past month due to bullying allegations against his teammate, offensive lineman Richie Incognito. Incognito allegedly sent racist and callous messages to Martin, and as a result, the NFL Players Union called on the league for an investigation to ensure a safe workplace for players.
The incident stirred a never-ending debate about bullying in the workplace and on organized team sports. After the story broke, my eyes soared through mass amounts of sports articles, finding a reasonable explanation as to what I was comprehending.
One such article by Jeff Pearlman entitled Why I Don’t Want My Kids to Play Team Sports says, “My children don’t need the hostilities of organized youth athletics to make them whole.” He goes on to rant about how his older brother David experienced a ruthless coach in youth soccer — how it not only destroyed David, but he as well. The article focuses on (complains rather) organized team sports and how they negatively affect our youth.
It had me reliving my experience as a competitive volleyball player through my youth and half my college career. In high school, I was the youngest member on the Varsity volleyball team and was chastised as a result. I let harsh words diminish my confidence and effect my playing. I came in as a starting setter and was demoted to a 4th string by post-season play. I spent a lot of nights after that season crying in the arms of my consoling mother who did nothing but baby me to death. My father, on the other hand, looked me straight in the eye one day and said, “Danielle, are you going to let a bunch of sassy, conceited girls and a pitiless coach define you as a player?”
It was at this moment that I realized my skill was worth being noticed. I toughened up, worked hard, proved those who doubted me wrong and received a collegiate volleyball scholarship out of high school. In no way was I going to let others destroy my talent and passion for the sport I love. Being apart of an organized team made me the resilient person I am today. If Pearlman is going to say that one coach destroyed his brother’s youth, than he, as well as his brother, have some bigger issues to face.
The takeaway is this: whether on or off the playing grounds, we shouldn’t just be teaching younger generations how to respect one another. We need to teach them how to grow thicker skin. If you have a passion for something, don’t let others take that away; stand up for yourself and confront those who demean you. Running to mother and crying will not get you any where.
Pearlman makes a few valid points in that we put an unhealthy emphasis on winning, but he doesn’t realize being apart of a team builds character and a sense of camaraderie. It teaches you how to win, how to lose and how to showcase your talents. Some are athletes, some are musical prodigies, some are writers and some are scientists. Competition doesn’t just live in sports. Most people want to be good, if not the best, at something.
What Richie Incognito did was indeed wrong, but Jonathan Martin should have stood up for himself — and maybe walking away from the team was the feat. But, he is a man; a man that plays professional football. Next to hockey, I don’t know what constitutes as a manlier sport. If an incident like that makes you walk away from a team, he probably wasn’t passionate enough to play football in the NFL.
Being a communications student, you do a lot writing and right now I am struggling to find the right words to craft, not to mention finding something interesting to post.
My cursor is blinking and taunting me as I try to find a topic worthy of a blog post, so this line will suffice.
This Friday is my 21st birthday and I am going home to Denver for the long weekend. I plan to take loads of (sober) photos from my time and adventures to share this coming weekend — most will be on Instagram. Alex and I are traveling to Black Hawk-Central City on Monday to play around at the casinos! Every time we go to one, I have to wander around outside aimlessly because I have never been old enough. I can finally participate in ignorant gambling activity!
Please forgive my rampant thoughts I deem worthy to publish.
Happy Hump Day! Yeeeeaahhh.
A blank wall, hundreds of photos and a splash of creativity…what’s a girl to do?
I work next to a Francesca’s Collection, my all-time favorite boutique and found this box called Birds on a Wire. It contained a string and eight paper clips with little birds.
I have been in my apartment for almost two months and I haven’t added anything innovative to my walls.
So pretty! A blank wall can turn into a memory wall.
The sole intent of this post is to stir discussion among my generation, seeing as though we are next in line to run the free nation.
Flipping channels one evening and finding my escape on CNN to catch up on the latest political drama (what can I say, I’m a journalism student) my screen fades to an ominous red and black and an entitlement appears: The N-Word: A CNN Special Report, Next. My jaw dropped with the initial thought – really? Is this needed?
Willingly, I started watching it.
If you missed it, the special, hosted by CNN’s Don Lemon, aired earlier this week and discussed the context of the N-word. An entire panel of African American journalists, activists, filmmakers and musicians gave testimonial insight and commentary on the matter.
They discussed how one simple, yet complex word (with it’s harrowing origin) can take one individual and make them cringe, while making another feel like family. How Bizarre.
One would assume we have come a long way in regards to racial equality with the avail of the civil rights movement, a black president, and about 70 percent of professional athletics taken up by African Americans. According to this special, it seems we have not.
I haven’t decided what my particular stance is on the matter, So I want to ask my fellow readers..
Greetings fellow chaps! I had such a relaxing Sunday, and now I am just dreading an early 6 a.m. practice tomorrow. I value sleep way too much, as does any athlete.
Week one of my 52 day challenge went well, though I did not accomplish much. Having a full schedule is hectic, I benefit from my relaxing Sundays, boy I am in need of some tea.
After my tropical spice candle was lit and my steeping mug of cinnamon rooibos tea was warm enough to touch, I set it down next to my bed side and I proceeded to open up my bible. I was to flip through some verses until one really jumped out at me, and thus, sitting before my fluttering eyes was Ecclesiastes 5:2.
Do not be rash with your mouth, and let not your heart utter anything hastily before God. For God is in heaven and you on earth;
Therefore let your words be few. For a dream comes through much activity, and a fool’s voice is known by his many words
Being the overly ambitious person I am, I think the mere mention of dreams caught my eye.
Incidentally, this week I plan to create my dream board! I have a bare wall next to my bed, which to me, is an eye sore, and I am going to hang a cork board full of pictures depicting a specific dream I hope to fulfill in the near or sought-off future. I am thinking of doing a time lapse of the progress I make with it..I think I need another cup of tea.
Long time, no blog! Might I say, what a fantastic start to 2013! I have been so overwhelmed with my hectic schedule that I forgot to update. I can now return to my zen that is my blog
This past weekend, I took a trip with campus ministries on a beautiful retreat to the “mountains” of Kansas –which resemble the foothills of Colorado. Toward the end of the trip, we received a brochure of a 52 day challenge. Its contained a guide pertaining to specific aspects of life such as community, finance, family, relationships, soul care, etc., and below each category was a bulleted list of suggestions in improving those areas within 52 days.
After a relaxing, stress-free get away, reality (as it always does) not only hit me, but full on back-handed me in the face on the bus ride home.
After the tantalizing, circling objets above my head dissipated, I had an idea and I quickly went to work on my MacAir putting together my 52 day challenge.
And here it is..
52 DAYS: Feb. 4 to Mar. 28
1. Treat a friend to coffee
2. Write an encouraging note to someone
3. Invite someone who is sitting alone to sit with me at lunch
4. Go on a walk with a friend
5. Call Billy (my brother) twice a week
6. Start a dream board
7. Pray for someone new each week
8. Only spend money on things that are important
9. Talk to Patrick/Carrie (ministry leaders) once a week
10. Make a new playlist of worship music
11. Go to Meads Corner Coffee Shop, pick one piece of scripture a week to focus on, annotate, and journal about it
12. Write a letter to God
13. Go for a creation walk
14. Pray for anxious thoughts/ worry and write them down
15. Get to know 3 new people
My plan is to document and publish my 52 day challenge and I am super excited and cannot wait to share my experience with my readers!
So far I am 4 days in. I was skimming through Psalms and found this verse
Psalm 71: 4-5
Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, Out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man. For You are my hope, O Lord God; You are my trust from my youth
And so it begins!
–guess I needed that slap in the face after all!
Enjoying my non-fat iced chai at Meads Corner cafe and listening to Coldplay on my Pandora radio I sit here enjoying my lovely holiday break sketching in my notepad. The glass window beside me is like a transparent door, revealing the old cinder block buildings and bright lights of Wichita. Unfortunately, by “bright lights” I mean Christmas lights. I am in Wichita, Kansas after all, not New York City.
As my pen rolls meaninglessly on the page in front of me, I had this utterly random thought pop into my head. From all that I can remember from grade to high school I never really knew a so-called “popular” girl or guy that was a fantastic artist. It was always the introverts and the kids that kept to themselves that created eye-popping canvases. Typical stereotype right? Indeed, yes. Now that I think about it, most artists are introverts. You will never see miss big shot cheerleader’s name hanging on a piece of artwork it the art room will you? Just like you will never see the class clown’s work in an art show-probably because you could easily tell it was created by a clown.
What makes me just chuckle sometimes is as I was growing up, the most obnoxious kids in the class boasted whenever they created a project where a seemingly decent job was done. Indeed they created an amateur piece of work; one to even gloat over. But not to say that these extroverts are conceded or anything, let’s be honest: an accomplishment will always feed an ego, considerably a large one. Most artistic people create a piece and simply shrug it off as just another work.
I read in an article once that any avenue or form of art is an escape. Much similar to my writing. I write everyday, I have to and not just because I am good at it, it is just what I do, it is my craft. Writing is my escape, it is my release, my zen. Writing keeps me in a state of happiness, and it brings me back to it if I ever lose my way. Every piece I write, I shrug off as just another work. It is almost equivalent for an artist. Art is what they do, their zen.
Interesting, here is something to really ponder.. it is just like a college student- or miss big shot cheerleader- going to a party every weekend, as an escape.
She shrugs it off as just another party.
I am so excited for the holiday season. This year, I will be leaving Wichita and driving back to my majestic hometown of Littleton, Co. Accompanied by my adventurous boyfriend, I will then travel cross country to Wisconsin and Minnesota!
From the mountainous plains of Colorado to the bright lights of Minneapolis, I will be taking loads of pictures of the holiday season. Coming soon!
What girl on the face of the planet hasn’t seen the movie Mean Girls? Do you know any? I didn’t think so.
Anybody who is anybody has seen the widely popular comedy, let alone quote it.
But who is anybody? Is that saying a person that hasn’t seen Mean Girls is indeed not somebody?
Then WHO are they?
I was watching Mean Girls and I thought to myself -as I always do when I watch this movie- how pathetic it is to know that these scenarios actually happen, minus of course, the crazy bus that hits people. Then again, you never know. I’m sure I am not the only person who thinks this while watching anything that includes high school, cliques, cocky jocks, mean girls, asian nerds, desperate wannabes, girls who eat their feeling, girls who don’t eat anything (catch my reference?).
Thinking back to my high school days where I faced my own batch of mean girls, I had a realization..
It is pathetic and even more saddening to think that although we watch these movies and TV shows and read these books that are constantly reminding us of how lewd, crude and rude our younger society is, it will never change. Gossip, rumors, and ill mannered behavior toward one another will never cease to exist. And you know what is the absolute worst part..
We will never do anything about it.
We sit here watching Mean Girls, thinking in our minds, Oh, I would never do that to someone, that poor kid, I would never do that, oh, that is so mean, I would be their friend, I would stand up for them. We all do. We are all thinking it, and you want to know why?
Because we all seem to think the words (excuse my French here) bitch, douche, asshole do not apply to us.
Let’s face it, we have all bullied someone at some point, at some time -and don’t be the girl shaking her head reading this going, Um no I haven’t!
Yes you have hunny, yes you have.
But that is not to say that I, myself, am not impervious to this realization. I did however, waste a lot of my time in high school trying to make it into the cool crowd. When I reached my senior year, I realized, I am never going to see these people ever again. I wasted 4 years of my life trying to fit in when I could be spending that time with people that excepted me for who I was. I never called the popular kids, the popular kids in high school. I called them the kids that were extremely full of themselves, or rather, attention seekers. These people lived their prime in high school (as sad as it is true) and will probably still be living in the highlight of their high school days. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of hurting a few people when I came to college, and in some regards, I felt like the bully. I felt like a mere image of the people I greatly resented.
So who is anybody? Probably not a Regina George, and definitely not a Gretchen Wieners, unless your the kid whose dad invented toaster strudel.
In my experience, you find out who you really are in college. You find out that you are not just anybody, but you are somebody. Somebody entirely unique.