Check it out. My article is up for everyone to see!
http://www.spartanedge.com/080116-tigers.html
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Published
Everyone, on Wednesday, January 16th, should check out Spartanedge.com
I can not tell everyone how amazing it feels to have my first article ever published. Yes, finally, I wrote something that is actually PUBLISHED. Not just any article, though. A Sports article. on The Tigers. it's amazing how I've always dreamed about it, but now, it's finally coming true. Meeting Vance Wilson, Jordan Tata and Rick Porcello was just absolutely amazing, and I can't WAIT to be able to get my real press pass and be able to go backstage all the time!
I've always been in the newspaper, or on t.v., but just being interviewed. Not actually writing for it. And it just feels amazing. It's the first step to actually being a real journalist, actually writing for a real organization, being able to express my views to other people. It's what I've always wanted, and I'm so psyched I get to share it all with you.
So, watch for it! Spartanedge.com
gotta love it!
I can not tell everyone how amazing it feels to have my first article ever published. Yes, finally, I wrote something that is actually PUBLISHED. Not just any article, though. A Sports article. on The Tigers. it's amazing how I've always dreamed about it, but now, it's finally coming true. Meeting Vance Wilson, Jordan Tata and Rick Porcello was just absolutely amazing, and I can't WAIT to be able to get my real press pass and be able to go backstage all the time!
I've always been in the newspaper, or on t.v., but just being interviewed. Not actually writing for it. And it just feels amazing. It's the first step to actually being a real journalist, actually writing for a real organization, being able to express my views to other people. It's what I've always wanted, and I'm so psyched I get to share it all with you.
So, watch for it! Spartanedge.com
gotta love it!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Game Day
It doesn’t matter about our record, it doesn’t matter about getting to a bowl game. Right now, it’s about an age-old rivalry, it’s about being louder, faster, sturdier than we’ve ever been. It’s about holding our line and smashing right through their line of blue. It’s about showing them we’re not ‘little brother’ we are, in fact, their big brother. It’s about dominating, it’s about respect, and it’s about honor. So, Spartans, what is your profession?
That paragraph was written as an away message. It was put up around 9 am when the air was alive with an electric buzz, and my fellow Spartan friends and I were no exception to those affected. We were all decked out in green and white (head to toe, mind you) by ten, and already celebrating the festivities by ten thirty. Chants of ‘Go Green’ ‘Go White’ echoed throughout campus, only interrupted by the strains of the fight song or another favorite MSU student chant of ‘asshole’.
At One pm, lined up outside of the student gates, the crowds were growing bigger. Everyone just knew when the gates opened, there would be an ambush to get the best seats for the biggest rivalry game of the year. Glares were cast towards where the U of M band was warming up, and cheers were becoming louder. As Two grew near, the buzz was electrifying, excitement consuming the rest of our minds.
The game was a mess of ups and downs, a mixture of cheers and dissapointments. Especially after one interception that went the way of MSU, my friends and I were making fools of ourselves dancing when my phone rang. It was my boyfriend, yelling that I had just been on T.V. Well, I didn’t quite believe him, and then my phone died. What excellent timing. Apparently, I was on ESPN for at least five to ten seconds in a ‘fan shot’ on the biggest game day for MSU of the year. Amazing! That didn’t matter, though, our team was still down and we needed to pull it up. The whole student section had faith in our boys, and the Wolverines were in Sparta. Everyone knows, if you’re a Wolverine, you don’t belong in our territory.
With the last minutes of the game looming near, the fans’ anticipation grew immensly. It was such a close game, and this year we actually had a chance of winning. A chance of actually crushing the Wolverines to smitherines. The clock ticked down, and as the last chance for Michigan State to win the game was thrown away, the stadium’s cheers rose for Michigan, and all the State fans were silenced. Mouths were hung open, and tears were actually forming in my eyes. There was such promise, hope, and honor to be won. Bragging rights for a year were thrown away, and sadness was removed, replaced with anger and frustration.
The Spartans drudged back to the dorms, trying to beat the cafeteria rush. No one said anything. There wasn’t the usual buzz of the game, no talk of awesome plays or what could have been done differently. Instead, in Case hall, when in a sea of green & white a maize & blue shirt appeared, the only buzz there was died down, and everyone became completely silent. I didn’t want to be the one to start it, but the urge of throwing my chicken tenders at him was almost too great for me to repress. Instead, after a couple seconds of silence, someone started talking again, and everyone followed suite. It kills me, but it was probably for the best.
The only thing to do now is to prepare for next year. It is time to prepare for Glory, time to prepare for respect. Training is now in our teams midst, and it is time to be better than we ever have been. They know they have 40,000 plus students behind them, 40,000 plus people believing that they can do it. Next year, boys. Next year will be our year. It will be our time for honor, respect, and dignity. So, Spartans, What is your profession?
That paragraph was written as an away message. It was put up around 9 am when the air was alive with an electric buzz, and my fellow Spartan friends and I were no exception to those affected. We were all decked out in green and white (head to toe, mind you) by ten, and already celebrating the festivities by ten thirty. Chants of ‘Go Green’ ‘Go White’ echoed throughout campus, only interrupted by the strains of the fight song or another favorite MSU student chant of ‘asshole’.
At One pm, lined up outside of the student gates, the crowds were growing bigger. Everyone just knew when the gates opened, there would be an ambush to get the best seats for the biggest rivalry game of the year. Glares were cast towards where the U of M band was warming up, and cheers were becoming louder. As Two grew near, the buzz was electrifying, excitement consuming the rest of our minds.
The game was a mess of ups and downs, a mixture of cheers and dissapointments. Especially after one interception that went the way of MSU, my friends and I were making fools of ourselves dancing when my phone rang. It was my boyfriend, yelling that I had just been on T.V. Well, I didn’t quite believe him, and then my phone died. What excellent timing. Apparently, I was on ESPN for at least five to ten seconds in a ‘fan shot’ on the biggest game day for MSU of the year. Amazing! That didn’t matter, though, our team was still down and we needed to pull it up. The whole student section had faith in our boys, and the Wolverines were in Sparta. Everyone knows, if you’re a Wolverine, you don’t belong in our territory.
With the last minutes of the game looming near, the fans’ anticipation grew immensly. It was such a close game, and this year we actually had a chance of winning. A chance of actually crushing the Wolverines to smitherines. The clock ticked down, and as the last chance for Michigan State to win the game was thrown away, the stadium’s cheers rose for Michigan, and all the State fans were silenced. Mouths were hung open, and tears were actually forming in my eyes. There was such promise, hope, and honor to be won. Bragging rights for a year were thrown away, and sadness was removed, replaced with anger and frustration.
The Spartans drudged back to the dorms, trying to beat the cafeteria rush. No one said anything. There wasn’t the usual buzz of the game, no talk of awesome plays or what could have been done differently. Instead, in Case hall, when in a sea of green & white a maize & blue shirt appeared, the only buzz there was died down, and everyone became completely silent. I didn’t want to be the one to start it, but the urge of throwing my chicken tenders at him was almost too great for me to repress. Instead, after a couple seconds of silence, someone started talking again, and everyone followed suite. It kills me, but it was probably for the best.
The only thing to do now is to prepare for next year. It is time to prepare for Glory, time to prepare for respect. Training is now in our teams midst, and it is time to be better than we ever have been. They know they have 40,000 plus students behind them, 40,000 plus people believing that they can do it. Next year, boys. Next year will be our year. It will be our time for honor, respect, and dignity. So, Spartans, What is your profession?
Monday, October 22, 2007
The Legend of Mary Mayo--Part One
Leaves were bright orange, burnt red, and a gorgeous yellow on the campus of Michigan State University. Abby clutched her arms tighter around her body and tucked her hands into the sleeves of her hoodie. It was fall, finally, in Michigan. Gorgeous colors, hayrides, caramel apples, carving pumpkins were all a part of why this was her favorite season. The main reason, though, was that Halloween was in autumn. Costumes, Candy, Corn-mazes and Haunted Houses fill her mind this time of year. She walked into the Barista Café, the wind finally stopped blowing around her as she entered the building. Ordering a tall Vanilla Cappucino, she sat down in one of the big comphy leather chairs waiting for her friend. Courtney came running in five minutes later, obviously excited by something. Her short blonde hair had been mussed by the wind.
“What are you doing Thursday night?” She demanded, sitting down.
Abby set her drink down, “Absolutely nothing. Why, what’s up?”
“ Haunted House, Mayo hall, I’d love for you to go. I’m helping put iton with another mentor.” Courtney was smiling ear to ear. Abby agreed, as Courtney dove on, “Do you know the legend of Mary Mayo?” Abby had never heard of it, and urged Courtney to tell her, “Well,” Courtney started, “ it goes back long ago to when women were first admitted into MSU and only allowed to live in the Mayo dorm. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and she went down to the basement and hung herself in what now is known as the Red Room. Students have some odd experiences when they go to the "Red Room", it has been remodeled as a study lounge. The closet has formed into a storage closet over the years, but the clothes rod is still in there. One student was studying late at night (of course) before midterms, and she heard the rod vibrate against the walls (as if something had been tied to a rope then flung over it so the rod had to support the weight of the thrown object). She opened the door, and nothing was there, the closet had been cleaned out. The lights flickered and she heard a piano playing.
“ Two of my other RA friends went there and did it themselves. Adam was on duty that night, so he had the duty phone, too. They took a Ouiji board into the Red Room and lit a candle. The duty phone rang, and when the on-duty RA answered, no one was there. Thinking it was just a prank-call, the RA's decided to call the number back. Turns out, it was a number that didn't even exist. After that, the Ouji board went crazy, apparently, and they heard insane laughter when they started to conduct the Sayance. After the insane laughter, supposedly the face of Satan appeared to them dancing around.” She waited for a response.
“That’s just creepy.” Abby said, clutching her drink, “But I love it!”
“So you’ll go?”
“I already told you that!” Abby was excited, “ Better yet, you’re putting it on, aren’t you?” Courtney nodded, “Well then, we’re keeping the Red Room open later…and we’re having our own personal sayance.”
“What are you doing Thursday night?” She demanded, sitting down.
Abby set her drink down, “Absolutely nothing. Why, what’s up?”
“ Haunted House, Mayo hall, I’d love for you to go. I’m helping put iton with another mentor.” Courtney was smiling ear to ear. Abby agreed, as Courtney dove on, “Do you know the legend of Mary Mayo?” Abby had never heard of it, and urged Courtney to tell her, “Well,” Courtney started, “ it goes back long ago to when women were first admitted into MSU and only allowed to live in the Mayo dorm. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and she went down to the basement and hung herself in what now is known as the Red Room. Students have some odd experiences when they go to the "Red Room", it has been remodeled as a study lounge. The closet has formed into a storage closet over the years, but the clothes rod is still in there. One student was studying late at night (of course) before midterms, and she heard the rod vibrate against the walls (as if something had been tied to a rope then flung over it so the rod had to support the weight of the thrown object). She opened the door, and nothing was there, the closet had been cleaned out. The lights flickered and she heard a piano playing.
“ Two of my other RA friends went there and did it themselves. Adam was on duty that night, so he had the duty phone, too. They took a Ouiji board into the Red Room and lit a candle. The duty phone rang, and when the on-duty RA answered, no one was there. Thinking it was just a prank-call, the RA's decided to call the number back. Turns out, it was a number that didn't even exist. After that, the Ouji board went crazy, apparently, and they heard insane laughter when they started to conduct the Sayance. After the insane laughter, supposedly the face of Satan appeared to them dancing around.” She waited for a response.
“That’s just creepy.” Abby said, clutching her drink, “But I love it!”
“So you’ll go?”
“I already told you that!” Abby was excited, “ Better yet, you’re putting it on, aren’t you?” Courtney nodded, “Well then, we’re keeping the Red Room open later…and we’re having our own personal sayance.”
Thursday, October 11, 2007
How is this possible?
It's never going to happen to me. That's what most people say when they talk about getting cancer. Well, actually that's the truth. It most likely won't happen to you. That's what I thought, too. I couldn't imagine having cancer, nor would my best friend of sixteen years have it. But, it's happening, and it's scary.
It started out just like any other worknight. Sitting down watching a performance and getting paid. The only unusual thing? My phone kept ringing like I was an operator. It was Colin three times, then Katie only once. When I got around to calling her back, my night would never go back. She told me when she went to her doctors appointment, he found a couple spots on her ovaries that were of concern. Concern as in what, I wanted to know. Concern as in cancerous. It was dead silent for what seemed like an eternity, however in reality it was only a couple of seconds. All I could think, "No." Then the tears started coming down. She couldn't. She was eighteen. Only a month away from being nineteen. What the hell? How is this happening? They're not for sure yet, and they need to talk it over again at another appointment, but no. Katie's vivacious, she's full of life. She has gotten over so much in her life, she's truly my hero. She's accomplished only half of what I wish I had, and gotten through some majorly hard times that no one should have to go through. So, why her?
I was complaining earlier that life wasn't fair, about how some people can slack off but succeed in life beyond anyone elses dreams. Then, this. Life truly isn't fair. An Eighteen year old girl should not have ovarian cancer, should not have to worry about chemo-therapy, and should not have to worry about whether she might live or die. She should be worrying about her new apartment next year with me, her best friend, getting into MSU, and definitely worrying about classes and getting football tickets. Not about that.
I can't cry, though. She wasn't crying, so I can't. I have to be strong. She needs my strength as much as her own now more than ever. She needs me to not cry and be there for her while she is. She needs me to be the rock that she's always been for me. And I will be. Without a doubt I will be. God wouldn't give us anything we can not handle, and if it is cancer we're going to give it hell and fight with all we've got because it doesn't realize it not only took on the rough and ready Katie, but also Me. Together we'll get through this. Without a doubt, we will get through this.
It started out just like any other worknight. Sitting down watching a performance and getting paid. The only unusual thing? My phone kept ringing like I was an operator. It was Colin three times, then Katie only once. When I got around to calling her back, my night would never go back. She told me when she went to her doctors appointment, he found a couple spots on her ovaries that were of concern. Concern as in what, I wanted to know. Concern as in cancerous. It was dead silent for what seemed like an eternity, however in reality it was only a couple of seconds. All I could think, "No." Then the tears started coming down. She couldn't. She was eighteen. Only a month away from being nineteen. What the hell? How is this happening? They're not for sure yet, and they need to talk it over again at another appointment, but no. Katie's vivacious, she's full of life. She has gotten over so much in her life, she's truly my hero. She's accomplished only half of what I wish I had, and gotten through some majorly hard times that no one should have to go through. So, why her?
I was complaining earlier that life wasn't fair, about how some people can slack off but succeed in life beyond anyone elses dreams. Then, this. Life truly isn't fair. An Eighteen year old girl should not have ovarian cancer, should not have to worry about chemo-therapy, and should not have to worry about whether she might live or die. She should be worrying about her new apartment next year with me, her best friend, getting into MSU, and definitely worrying about classes and getting football tickets. Not about that.
I can't cry, though. She wasn't crying, so I can't. I have to be strong. She needs my strength as much as her own now more than ever. She needs me to not cry and be there for her while she is. She needs me to be the rock that she's always been for me. And I will be. Without a doubt I will be. God wouldn't give us anything we can not handle, and if it is cancer we're going to give it hell and fight with all we've got because it doesn't realize it not only took on the rough and ready Katie, but also Me. Together we'll get through this. Without a doubt, we will get through this.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Rant & Raves
So, this time, I don't really have that interesting of a topic. I'm going to rant & rave, and if you don't like it, stop reading. Right here, right now. That's your warning-- abide to it.
my complaint list for September 26th, 2007:
-Cramps. You can go terrorize some boy from now on, because I don't think they understand how truly heinous they can be. apparently it is the equivilent to being kicked in the balls. Too bad whether boys believe it or not, it is. When I get these god-forsaken pulses that help remind me that I'm not pregnant and about to endure a pretty bad week, I am not able to walk. Not able to walk, and the feeling that I'm about to throw up every twenty-four seconds. Luckily, they usually only last a day...however, it is the worst day of the month I have. Boys, you don't get kicked in your netherregions once a month, let alone for a week straight. Stop saying that cramps are nothing compared to what you experience-- you have no idea and neither do we. I just have one question for you. Would you like to be introduced to child birth instead?
-Professor Jing. What's worse than an asian man speaking very bad broken english with a horrid combover? Having to sit throug his lecture for an hour & 50 minutes. What's even worse than that? Having cramps while doing it. He makes up his own dates for the sculputures, and doesn't even know their correct name. The book says one thing, Anning Jing says another. Just because you have an extensive interest in Buddhist art does NOT mean that I do, nor anyone else in this class. This is not what we signed up for, this is not what we want to learn about. This is not what you should be teaching.
-The Internet in Wonders Hall. What is up with the internet working five feet away from me at Heather's desk (her computer), but not on mine?! My wireless is hooked up, and so is my ethernet cord. I don't get it. My wireless works in my classes. I've turned my computer on & off multiple times in hopes that it will work. Does it recognize the networks? yes. Will it connect to the internet? Absolutely not. Eff you, MSU internet!! You're retarded.
-General Motors. This one, I'm actually going to commend GM. Way to reach an agreement only two days after the strike was called. Thank you for putting my father and 72,999 other people back to work. Now, let's go Legislature. Let's figure that budget out.
That's about it right now, I do believe. Didn't like it? Too bad. Stop reading. These aren't your complaints, they're mine. Deal with it! I'm a girl who's about to embark on the worst month in the world, on a horrible day where all my emotions are like the Millenium Force rollercoaster, and I can start crying at the drop of a hat. I can become defensive within 2.2 second and bite your head off within 1.5. Don't upset me, and be careful, you're on thin ice. Have a great rest of the day :)
my complaint list for September 26th, 2007:
-Cramps. You can go terrorize some boy from now on, because I don't think they understand how truly heinous they can be. apparently it is the equivilent to being kicked in the balls. Too bad whether boys believe it or not, it is. When I get these god-forsaken pulses that help remind me that I'm not pregnant and about to endure a pretty bad week, I am not able to walk. Not able to walk, and the feeling that I'm about to throw up every twenty-four seconds. Luckily, they usually only last a day...however, it is the worst day of the month I have. Boys, you don't get kicked in your netherregions once a month, let alone for a week straight. Stop saying that cramps are nothing compared to what you experience-- you have no idea and neither do we. I just have one question for you. Would you like to be introduced to child birth instead?
-Professor Jing. What's worse than an asian man speaking very bad broken english with a horrid combover? Having to sit throug his lecture for an hour & 50 minutes. What's even worse than that? Having cramps while doing it. He makes up his own dates for the sculputures, and doesn't even know their correct name. The book says one thing, Anning Jing says another. Just because you have an extensive interest in Buddhist art does NOT mean that I do, nor anyone else in this class. This is not what we signed up for, this is not what we want to learn about. This is not what you should be teaching.
-The Internet in Wonders Hall. What is up with the internet working five feet away from me at Heather's desk (her computer), but not on mine?! My wireless is hooked up, and so is my ethernet cord. I don't get it. My wireless works in my classes. I've turned my computer on & off multiple times in hopes that it will work. Does it recognize the networks? yes. Will it connect to the internet? Absolutely not. Eff you, MSU internet!! You're retarded.
-General Motors. This one, I'm actually going to commend GM. Way to reach an agreement only two days after the strike was called. Thank you for putting my father and 72,999 other people back to work. Now, let's go Legislature. Let's figure that budget out.
That's about it right now, I do believe. Didn't like it? Too bad. Stop reading. These aren't your complaints, they're mine. Deal with it! I'm a girl who's about to embark on the worst month in the world, on a horrible day where all my emotions are like the Millenium Force rollercoaster, and I can start crying at the drop of a hat. I can become defensive within 2.2 second and bite your head off within 1.5. Don't upset me, and be careful, you're on thin ice. Have a great rest of the day :)
Thursday, September 20, 2007
I need to start reading the newspaper.
So here's the dealio. GM workers are working twelve hour days while the UAW and GM are having negotiations regarding their contract. The old contract expired September first, and there isn't a new one yet. GM employees are working without a contract trying to avoid a strike. Is a strike inevitable? Most likely. That's problem number one.
Problem number two? Michigan may not have a budget soon. If the legislators keep leaving the capitol with nothing settled by the deadline (which is dangerously close and it doesn't sound like they will), all state workers will be out of work until they reach a new budget agreement. The reason they will be out of a job, is because the state won't have money to pay them...and who want's to work for free? The state will have no money what-so-ever. The legislature needs to raise taxes in order for the government to get out of debt, but the legislature doesn't want to do that, either.
Problem number three: My mom is a research assistant for hte legislature. My dad is an electrician for GM. Now, if GM goes on strike, my dad doesn't get paid. He gets to stand out on a picket line( with me right beside him if I don't have class), get free donuts, and then come home. Not a big deal-- my family can live off one paycheck, we've done it before. However, if the legislature doesn't reach an agreement before the deadline, and both my parent's are out of work? That could be a problem. My family will be scrimping off the edges, and I'll be the only one working. Thank God my schooling is paid for already, so I can stay and continue studying...but, when I do get a paycheck, it would go to help my family out. I remember scrimping in 8th grade, and although we can do it, it wasn't pleasant. No extra things like movies, going out to dinner, and we only got the bare minimum when we went shopping. Jay was so young he doesn't remember that-- Jack kind of does, but I really do. I don't want my brother's to have to know what scrimping really is. I don't even really know what it is, but if it comes down to Michigan not having a budget and GM being on strike, they'll know scrimping like I never knew.
All I know right now, is, that GM and the Union need to come to agreements on a new contract, and the Legislature needs to come to agreement on a new budget...SOON.
Plus, if my dad gets hurt on the job and he doesn't have a contract saying he gets health insurance from it--not only will he be pissed, but so will I. That contract really helped us out when he fell off the 40 foot ladder and broke his foot.
Problem number two? Michigan may not have a budget soon. If the legislators keep leaving the capitol with nothing settled by the deadline (which is dangerously close and it doesn't sound like they will), all state workers will be out of work until they reach a new budget agreement. The reason they will be out of a job, is because the state won't have money to pay them...and who want's to work for free? The state will have no money what-so-ever. The legislature needs to raise taxes in order for the government to get out of debt, but the legislature doesn't want to do that, either.
Problem number three: My mom is a research assistant for hte legislature. My dad is an electrician for GM. Now, if GM goes on strike, my dad doesn't get paid. He gets to stand out on a picket line( with me right beside him if I don't have class), get free donuts, and then come home. Not a big deal-- my family can live off one paycheck, we've done it before. However, if the legislature doesn't reach an agreement before the deadline, and both my parent's are out of work? That could be a problem. My family will be scrimping off the edges, and I'll be the only one working. Thank God my schooling is paid for already, so I can stay and continue studying...but, when I do get a paycheck, it would go to help my family out. I remember scrimping in 8th grade, and although we can do it, it wasn't pleasant. No extra things like movies, going out to dinner, and we only got the bare minimum when we went shopping. Jay was so young he doesn't remember that-- Jack kind of does, but I really do. I don't want my brother's to have to know what scrimping really is. I don't even really know what it is, but if it comes down to Michigan not having a budget and GM being on strike, they'll know scrimping like I never knew.
All I know right now, is, that GM and the Union need to come to agreements on a new contract, and the Legislature needs to come to agreement on a new budget...SOON.
Plus, if my dad gets hurt on the job and he doesn't have a contract saying he gets health insurance from it--not only will he be pissed, but so will I. That contract really helped us out when he fell off the 40 foot ladder and broke his foot.
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