Spring Sports Spectacular, held every spring, raises money for the Special Olympics and allows for campus-wide competition in an array of sports. I didn’t care about the basketball or Oreo stacking. Ultimate Frisbee was all I concerned myself with. I had won my freshman and sophomore years, but Phi Delta Theta’s team had foundered last year while I was abroad.
We were back for revenge.
The event started at 1 AM. I thought it might be cause for concern, but as soon as I was on the field my blood was pumping and all I wanted to do was chase that disc (the jury is still out on whether I’m descended from our canine companions). Under the fluorescent lights we won a hard fought game against Phi Kappa Psi, wining in overtime. Delta Tau Delta was our next competition.
Mid-Game, it happened. Pop. I had been on defense when I stumbled and the offender came down on my leg. Pop. I knew immediately that I was done, and that I would be on the sidelines for the remainder of the game.
As I rode off to the ER in my friend’s car at three in the morning, trying to stabilize the bone that seemed to move anytime we hit a bump, I didn’t even consider how different the end of my year would be.
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Imagine my incredible joy at happening upon a pair of corduroys that were delightfully colored and my size. Now imagine that ecstatic joy when compounded by the fact that the corduroys were on the clearance rack at a whopping 90% off!
My second pair is this, but a forest green.
Naturally I got two pairs. Understand that I wasn’t at a Goodwill or Salvation Army. I was shopping at Kohls. That’s right. This is like a whole step up. Now granted, I’m not an American Eagle or Express, but I don’t think that I’d want to be at those places in any case.
Let’s also keep in mind that I had a 20% off coupon, meaning that the jeans that were reduced from $44.00 to $4.40 were suddenly about $3.52. And you all know how much I love deals. And although I’m happy with my red and green pairs, I’m still a little disappointed in myself for not purchasing the blue variety.
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While sitting around the table with my family and our close friends, my mom popped a question to the whole table: “What is an act of kindness you have seen recently?” It’s her typical move, asking the family to reflect on their experiences. My sisters then made their typical eye rolls and sighs, while I teased them, as I typically do. For this post, I thought I would share some of the examples of kindness, and hope that you reflect on the kindnesses around you.
- My dad remembered a moment when he was looking for a cab, and was waiting with another person. The cab arrived, and they entered first. But, after asking where my Dad was going, said that they could ride together.
- While shoveling the driveway and sidewalks, a neighbor shoveled a good portion of my friend’s sidewalks, a gift they also offer to their other elderly neighbors.
- My sister has a friend who is very caring for a mutual friend with a difficult home life. She offers advice and worries about her frequently, getting advice from others to help the beleaguered person.
Hopefully these have brightened your day! And take a moment to notice the kindness around you. If it’s hard to spot, make some of your own.
Possibly the most cheerful of candies. Give one to a friend!
One this Easter Day, Pope Francis called for world peace, focusing his attention on the Korean Peninsula and the Middle East. Today I had more than my share of peace, spending the day with family, hunting for plastic eggs (more for my parents’ sake, since all the kids have outgrown this tradition), and eating delicious food.
Searching for those darn eggs
After scarfing down some delicious breakfast and then some candy, we went to our friends’ house for lunch. There we scarfed down a bit more food and before we knew it we could barely walk. So, we decided to go on a walk! The weather was fantastic, good for some disc throwing (always looking for ways to make room for some more food).
All in all it was a fantastically relaxing day. I even got some work done! But I must share with you a new secret. Taking what is called the “Miracle Berry Pill” from our friends, we were instructed to take a big bit out of a piece of lemon and grapefruit. What we tasted was wonderful! The lemon tasted sweet, and the grapefruit had lost all of its sourness. This pill contains a molecule that blocks all of the bitter taste receptors on your tongue. If you’re looking for a fun party activity, this is one to try!
Shortly I will be departing Indiana for sunnier territory. Here are a few pointers on how to pack in order to have that trip you’ve always wanted.
1) GPS: If you’re driving like I will be, bring that beloved device that will rarely turn you wrong, and knows the politest way to say, “You’re going the wrong way, stupid.”
2) Map: Because I don’t want a robot apocalypse any more than the next guy. When they turn, I want to still be self-sufficient.
3) Snacks: Teddy Grahams. Fruit By The Foot. Dunkeroos. They got us through the 90s, they’ll get us through a 12 hour car ride.
4) Playlists: No one enjoys riding through mountains, trying to find the stations that all seem to have disappeared, while simultaneously avoiding careening off the road. Plug in that playlist. Enjoy.
5) Fedora: It’s time to hit the town in style. Don’t be ashamed of who you are. (And remember, these people will never see you again.)
6) Flip-flops: it’s time to let those feet breathe!
7) Camera: Always make sure you’re prepared for a The Hangover situation. You won’t want to get through the stolen babies and tigers without some way of memorializing the experience.
9) Aloe Vera: Cause let’s get real, who remembers to reapply sunscreen every two hours? Aspiring dermatologists, maybe. For the others, this is sure to mollify the pain.
I’ve been called many names in my day, but “buff” or “jacked” have not come up often (or at least not in a tone). Thankfully, the HRC has provided a program to help me change this.
It’s called Sweat to Spring Break. You choose a location, and the number of miles that it is distant from Indianapolis, the number of minutes you must spend in the gym. I have selected a city in South Carolina. The self-competition started at the beginning of the semester and will end when Spring Break starts. That’s nearly a week away.
So I’ve fallen behind. Apparently, in order to succeed in this competition, one needs to be “consistent” and “dedicated.” Pshaw. This has been a busy semester. Why do I have to defend myself? I don’t need to put up with this interrogation! It’s still possible, I just have to buckle down for the next week. With a free T-shirt at stake, I can probably accomplish anything.
In my last post, I informed you that I am home sick. Now, from my partially upright position I bring you a bit of the news.
If you own a radio, TV, or computer and use them regularly you have probably heard about the woman in India who was violently raped on a bus. A horrific event, it has managed to lead to a positive movement in a nation long beholden to gender inequality in the law. Protests have broken out across the country, an event that is being described as “an unprecedented moment in India’s history” (Guardian).
Another moment revealing the strength of women under incredible duress comes from Pakistan, where a girl by the name of Malala Yousufzai was shot by the Taliban for “Western thinking,” and has subsequently become an international symbol for women’s rights (USAtoday). She has recently been released from the hospital.
The saddest moment in the battle for respect and fair-treatment of women comes close to home. A video surfaced of a group of high school students in Steubenville, OH laughing at the rape of a 16 year-old girl. While it’s easy to acknowledge that the Taliban doesn’t have a foothold in the US, that doesn’t indicate that the culture of disrespect or abuse has vanished. It is a world-wide battle in every sense of the phrase, and shouldn’t be ignored or overlooked.
Lying in my bed completely sick, I wonder what to do. I also wonder: How on earth did I get through an entire semester at Butler without being sick? That’s right, I didn’t fall ill once this fall. I’m not saying that Butler is unsanitary, just that when you bring thousands of students together from around the country, you’re going to be exposed to more varieties of sickness.
So while I lay in bed, guzzling throat lozenges, and hydrate the crap out of myself, I’ll take a moment to reflect on the upcoming semester, my last semester. The semester to end all semesters. It’s going to be busy. I’ve got applications to fill out for my post-grad plans, 17 credit hours finishing up my major, my work in the honors program, and my core classes (bit of advice: don’t leave your science class till the last semester!)
On top of that I have my honors thesis to complete, the ultimate frisbee club team to manage, and my social life to upkeep. Although I could just lock myself in my room or library from now until May, I’d rather get out once in a while in order to, you know, stay in touch with those friends who I will be seeing considerably less after graduation. All in all, I’m excited! Here’s to efficient time management!
Also I really hope all traces of my sickness are gone by the time I get back to school. I don’t want the start of my semester to look like this:
This is perhaps the only Fall Break that I have remained on campus during my four years at Butler. In the past, even the thought of remaining here would have seemed ludicrous. I could be going home! I could get some home cooked food. Or any food for that matter (the cafeterias on campus were not open with the same quantity of hours as normal school days).
Yet I have found that the majority of this break has not been what I expected. I imagined that it would be deserted. Which it is. But I have a number of senior friends who are still on campus. In my circle of friends, campus isn’t that much altered. Maybe all the seniors are dreading the end of their days here, are determined to squeeze every last bit of enjoyment out of campus before it’s gone (some other bloggers agree!).
One advantage of a depleted campus is the HRC. Normally the weight lifting area is overloaded with the usual suspects of the grotesquely muscled. For a few blessed days it is not. I have taken advantage of the opportunity to learn about what happens in the depths of the gym. See below to see my progress and rate how well you think I did.
COME ON ANDREW, ONE MORE!!
Monnnnnney Money Money. It’s the catcall of the season. How much are people spending? they ask. Will it boost the economy? they ask. We best be shelling out enough, or else the economy will feel it, and then so will we. Tonight, on Christmas Eve, the mania will extend till the 11th hour. It is endless. All consuming. An estimated $460 billion spent this season.
A Shrine to Caring (And Capitalism)
Yet every year, the nation acts surprised and horrified by the antics of our shoppers. The stories are consistently malicious. How far are people willing to go to procure that last Furbie? (This is not a recent trend.)
The coverage of these events is justified in its outrage, yet willing to make an about-face in worrying over the state of our economy. This dichotomy in coverage reveals a fundamental conflict in the minds of Americans: spend, or else we’ll be hurt; don’t hurt people while you spend, that’s barbaric. It is frightening to acknowledge that the same system that protects us threatens our humanness. Does an Xbox really matter more than the man trampled, or the people pepper-sprayed?