That’s right, this girl is! Last year I got the opportunity to travel to Italy with a great group of Gardner-Webb students and this year I plan on doing the same. I walked the streets of Rome, Florence, Assisi, and Perugia and now I cannot wait until I get to walk the streets of Dublin, Ireland! Originally when I received the message regarding the trip I was a little set back on the course that was going to be offered. The course was going to be based off the political science department and the class was going to be on how to make peace amongst countries. Well me being a person for peace and hope to one day to work for an NGO and help bring peace within other countries was all for this course, but unfortunately it changed at last minute. Now I am gong to Ireland and going to be learning about Celtic Christianity. Though this is not anything like the course I was on intending to take, I look forward to attending and experiencing Ireland first hand!
This question has been pressed on the NCAA numerous times and NCAA president does not seem to be budging any time soon. But with times changing and athletes doing more nowadays it doesn’t look like athletes not getting paid will be a forever issue. The debt has always been that college athletes do too much to have time to do anything else and along with that, they are not allowed to have part time jobs when in season. So how do these kids ever get play money? They don’t. The agreement is that the athlete will be paid in “education value”. To some kids this value can have the price tag of about $50,000, if not more. Their pay comes in the form of tuition, meals, room and board, and travel. But the counter argument is that the athletes leave with $100,000 in education, but $120.000 in injury. Also, when athletes are cut from the team caused by injury, his whole scholarship is taken and with no extra money saved up, the student is forced to leave school.
The argument seems to only be argued black and white, but what if there was a compromised? What if athletes received some type of medical benefits that they could encounter once honorably “discharged” from the team? What is they got something in return that wasn’t of exact cash value, but would help them later on?
Today is the Miss Illinois pageant! Though I am not a contestant and may never be a contestant, I get excited about this event every year. Many may think that pageant queens are just a bunch of girls with nice faces competing to see who is the most beautiful, but it is more than that. When you win a title such as “Miss Illinois” or “Miss USA” you have the opportunity to influence millions of girls. Along with that, your title grants you the chance to work with different organizations and help others.
Many people think that being a pageant girl is easy because all they have to do is walk around and look pretty, but it is actually quite difficult. Girls train for months, if not years, to compete for titles such as these and to make sure they are the best they can be. Competition requires determination, self-discipline and a great attitude. Unlike some events where people can get away with over competitive attitudes and self-centeredness, pageant judges are seeking a girl who is genuine, modest, and humble. They are seeking women who demonstrate lifestyles of genuine inner beauty.
this is my friend, Alex Plotz, winning Miss Teen Illinois 2012 our senior year of high school
and the new Miss Illinois USA
What a wonderful time of the year! Family, friends, food, and most importantly no school! After going through hell last week I think this break came at the most perfect time.
Family tradition has it where all of the women in the family cook and bring food platters over to the chosen home of gathering, well this year I decided I would make a contribution too. After pining more than enough recipes on Pinterest, I finally narrowed my options down to two: cinnamon pumpkin cupcakes and pumpkin cheesecake. Due to the fact that 60% of my family hates cheesecake I thought it would only be appropriate to solei make cinnamon pumpkin cupcakes. After slaving away in the kitchen trying to make them they were finally done. One bite, and they were terrible. I learned quickly that God didn’t make me to be a baker, I think I should just stick to eating others food.
This summer I had the gift to feel and meet God for myself. For the first time in my life I experienced His love and mercy and fell in love with my faith.
I usually don’t get homesick, but this year I have really missed being with my family. Since it is impossible to go home every weekend like a majority of Gardner-Webb students I have found a new home… Church. All throughout my life I have been raised in catholic churches, schools, and organizations. I never cared too much for their old traditions and rituals; I actually found them quite boring and repetitive. Well, those old traditions are actually what helped me get through this summer aboard and are now helping me get through these lonesome weeks. Its’ amazing how much a one church service can make you feel like you are home, like you are apart of a family. I can not be anymore thankful for my catholic faith background.
the only thing i remember about the location of the church that i found God in is that it was in Rome, Italy and that there was this restaurant right next to it.
the only photo taken that day
Guess who turned in here application for the Louder Than Words mission trip to Honduras?! That’s right this girl! I do not find out if I get the position for another few weeks, but the fact that I am one step closer to being apart of such an amazing experience gets me psyched! My life dream is to join the Peace Corp or some type of organization that allows me to go out and help others. But what really calls me to this trip is the fact that it’s faith based. This trip requires its’ volunteers to give it all up, their families, friends, everything. All we are sent with are our spirits and bibles. I really hope I make it! Fingers crossed!
Mine is the first one form March 8-15
Some of the faces from the Lenca Village
It’s official; I am on the now apart of the Gardner-Webb University Track and Field team! Surely, I am only a walk on and get zero scholarship money, but I surely don’t care! It is just nice to be on a team again, and what is better is that this team in encouraging and uplifting. Friday was my first day and little did I know that Friday’s are the worst day of practice because they are the hardest. Being out for nearly two years really took a toll on my running times and jumping distance. I was nearly 10 seconds behind the first girl, yet they did not care, they just kept cheering me on. Even though I am the new kid on the block all of my new team mates and trainers were more than willing to give me a helping hand and guide me through all the exercises and ask how I was handling the workouts. I could not be more thankful for such an encouraging group. They are truly a blessing.
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So this past week I was assigned to write a persuasive essay. Originally I did not know what to write on, but after thinking about the latest topics of discussion in media and politics I got the perfect idea. Gay rights. I thought long and hard on how I wanted to come about this, but after much writing and rewriting, I think I got it. I am going to share my essay with you because it is some of my proudest work to date and I did large amounts of research for it.
Brothers and Sisters,
I stand before you today in hopes that together we can find a way to create peace within our country, and bring to an end the immoral relationship between discrimination and our nation.
Fifty years ago, a man stood before our American people with a dream. He dreamt of a nation filled with equality and harmony, and had faith that the American people could come together, hand in hand, and put aside their differences. He dreamt of a nation where every man and women would be treated with equality and dignity. A nation where every boy and girl would have the opportunity to live full and blissful lives deprived of prejudice and judgment. He challenged his generation to stand together and dramatize the shameful condition of bigotry and belittlement. He challenged America to march forward toward a land where freedom could ring and were people could join hands and sing to the words:
Free at last!
His dream was more then just a dream for it opened the hearts and minds of a crippled nation and brought America and its’ people one-step closer to a land of freedom. As years have passed, it seems that our nation has begun to embrace the beauty of its’ diversity and change its attitude to one more kind and accepting.
But today I stand before you with the unfortunate truth that our nation has in fact, taken a step back. America has fallen into a state of mind where its people discriminate against its very own, and cheat God’s people of equal rights. We stand in the mist of a Civil war, a war between tradition and culture, where America denies its people from civil union due to their sexual orientation. This war is within us. It is nothing more than “ideas and values by which America has defined itself to itself” (Mohr 2).
America is going through a time in which we allow various citizens to be treated with injustice and oppression. We are allowing our homosexual people to be socially wounded before our eyes and treated without equivalence. We are a land made of diversity, but we fail to see this group as an accent to our nation and its’ melting pot. These homosexual brothers and sisters of ours are being perceived as immoral individuals and left without acceptance or fairness.
Our generation sadly fails to live out the vision that Dr. King dreamt for our Land fifty years ago. This unaccepting attitude is not the mentality our country’s founding fathers built this nation upon two hundred sum years ago. When our forefathers wrote the Declaration of Independence, “they wrote with equality in their hearts and signed a promissory document to which every American was to fall fair” (King). But we, America, fall short of this vision of peace and equality, and are setting ourselves back with everyday that we leave our people in the dark without equal opportunity. United we stand not. Without respect, compassion, or unity we set ourselves up to fall like a house of cards.
Who are we to deny or judge our homosexual brothers and sisters? We can blame the Bible or we can blame tradition for our lack of acceptance to homosexuality, but our bigotry is ultimately unjustifiable. Who are we to demean [Homosexuals’] existence or control their destiny?
“When God looks at a gay person, does he endorse the existence of this person with love, or reject and condemn this person?”- Pope Francis
It is time that we compel ourselves to abate from the rituals and traditions that degrade and silence homosexuality. It is time that we uncover the blanketing talk of lesbians and gay men. Let us eliminate our taboo attitudes and be merciful and open. “Culturally considered, gays and lesbians are now apart of the social landscape, apart of human diversity” (Mohr). Let us welcome these brothers and sisters and give them a welcoming place within society in which they do not have to be hushed.
The way we engage ourselves in this matter will determine how our nation is seen. Will we be a nation committed to the value of liberty and equality that permits and enables individuals to lead their lives with equal dignity? Or will we be a nation that is committed to some specific version of what constitutes proper living and imposes it upon others?
Our nation has produced dreamers and peacemakers, and has found ways to stand together to change for the better. Let our nation’s past be an example. We too can put our judgments and outlooks aside to create a nation more kind – where we can stand together with peace and love in our hearts. Let us be a generation that stands and lives as one.
I pray that our “nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal’”(King). Let today and everyday after be a day of love and unity amongst all God’s children. Let our hearts and minds be open and filled with peace.
Let freedom ring today
Let freedom ring tomorrow
Let freedom ring for all
Last year my life consisted of school, study, cheerleading, and friends. Well this year I have made some big changes and one of them was retiring from my longtime sport of cheerleading. Before college I cheered for about nine years and had considered retiring at the end of my senior year of high school, but after seeing the GWU girls I thought I would give it one last try. Well, that’s exactly what happened, I gave it one more try and I now I’m done.
So far I’ve really enjoyed my time off from any serious commitments, but now I’m starting to miss having a team and having daily practice. I know I don’t want to go back to cheer, but one thing I absolutely love is running and jumping. I ran and jumped all throughout middle school and I jumped for quite a while in high school. I haven’t had the opportunity to really keep up with the jumping part in college, but the running I do quite often independently.
Well, after much consideration I have decided that I’m going to go out for the GWU track team. I talked to a few people already and I’m in the process of signing some papers, but it’s taking some time. Coach is leaving it up to me to decide what event I’d like to work on and I think I’m actually going to go with long jump. I’m really excited about it! Because I am not in the system yet I cant workout with the team, but I’ve talked to other coaches and looked up websites to start me on my workouts. By this time Wednesday I hope to be on the track and running drills with my future team!
So what’s a GWU student to do on a Friday night when all their friends have gone home? A question that many students ask themselves. Usually this isn’t an issue for me. I can usually find something to do, such as homework, reading, or watch a movie. But tonight I’ve got nothing. No homework, no reading, no good movies. What’s even more unfortunate is I have no car, no transportation. I’m a loner. I sit here and play cards by myself. This is really rough. I started looking up some things to do on the Internet, and I came across these websites.
^^ this website is so true!
So pretty much what I discovered is that there is nothing to do here on the weekends when your friends go home. I love you Gardner-Webb University, but you make it difficult for me to stay sane sometimes. So I sit here alone with my laptop, coffee, and chocolate.
Say hello to my Friday night companion