My Love Field Hockey

         This week I have been given the assignment to write about two things that interest me, one that relates to SCSU and one that doesn’t. There’s really only two things in this world that actually interest me, so lucky for me I don’t have to make something up to get a passing grade! Also lucky for me, (and thanks to my nagging mother), one of those two interests relates to Southern. It just so happens that I love field hockey and I play for Southern Connecticut State University.

         I started participating in field hockey in the 7^th grade on my schools intramural team. But what we did you really couldn’t call playing field hockey. John Winthrop’s intramural field hockey team consisted of a group of about 20 pre-teen girls, split up into four “teams,” (that’s 5 girls per team), running around with sticks, whacking at each other.  We were supervised by a crazy old lady that maybe played in the ’50’s, and even though she tried to coach us, really had no clue what she was talking about. It wasn’t as awful as it might sound; it was actually a lot of fun and a good stress releaser. After a long day of pre-teen problems, it was nice to run around hitting other girls with sticks. But like I said, it really wasn’t field hockey, so when people ask, I say I’ve been playing since my freshman year of high school.

         High school was really where my field hockey career took off. Freshman year was kind of a dud because my coach only played his favorites, which I was not. But my sophomore year we got a new coach. She is so awesome. She saw the potential I had as a goalie, and helped me build it up. She gave me the confidence I only have when I put on my gear. By the end of the season I was playing over the senior goalie. Now I don’t want to brag but I have won a number of awards in my junior and senior year, but I wont name them only because you would be reading a very long list. Lets just say I was the best goalie in the state for my class. (No, really. Two years in a row, First Team All State Class S.)  So with that being said, obviously my mother wanted me to play in college. I wasn’t sure if that was what I wanted, and honestly still don’t really know, but that didn’t stop her. She nagged me until I tried out for Southern’s team here, and once I made it my fate was sealed, I was playing field hockey for Southern Connecticut State University. 

         College field hockey is not what I thought it would be. I knew it was going to be harder, and I might not see a second of playing time, but its just is not fun anymore. My coaches have turned this game that I loved so much into a job I dread going to everyday. However I can’t bring myself to quite. First off, that wasn’t the way my mother raised. Second, as much as I don’t like playing field hockey for Southern, I’m still in love with the sport. And for as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be coach, and now all I want is to coach field hockey. I know that sticking it through will give me more knowledge of the game so that one day I can pass my love for field hockey onto a new groups of girls, as well as some helpful hints to be successful. You’ve got to give a little to get a little, and one day I’ll be part of a fun field hockey family again, that might actually win a few games.

Campus Scavenger Hunt: Homecoming Pep-Rally

      This passed Thursday was SCSU Homecoming Pep-Rally, and because I am a member of the field hockey team her at Southern, I had to attend.  The pep-rally was supposed to directly follow the Men’s Blue and White scrimmage, but it didn’t start until an hour after the end of the game. Now for those who don’t know me very well, I don’t like pep-rallies and I don’t like waiting. So standing around, waiting for the pep-rally to start isn’t exactly what I call fun.

     

After standing around and being moved from one side of the court to the other and back again, I notice a strange man standing across the court. He was dressed in a suit of spandex with a white mask over his head, and he was very still. I pointed him out to one of my friends on the team; she said he was a manikin, that he couldn’t be real.  I shrugged it of because they were finally announcing the host of this event. Music starts playing and all of a sudden the “manikin” dances onto the court. Happy Halloween everyone, the freaked my friend and I out real good!

       

After we all go use to the fact a guy in a creepy white skintight mask was talking to us, the pep-rally continued. First they announced all the sports, leaving football for last of course. Some of the teams had their freshman do a ridiculous dance, but not my team. Most of didn’t want to b their any way, so we planned on making it as short as possible. Hey! I’m not complaining! So when they called Field Hockey, we walked out with our backs facing the crowd. We walked straight across the court and out of sight.

     

      There were performances by the cheerleading squad, the stomp team, the good dance team, and the bad one; I don’t remember their names). The bad dance team isn’t really that bad, if you don’t compare them to the good dance team. Their real problem is that they do the same moves over and over again. But what do I really know about dance? The stomp team was amazing though. Every move was in exact unison; I have never seen anything like it before. They ended the pep-rally with a bang.

SCSU Stomp Team

Finally!

So sorry....the video just wouldn't upload yesterday. The server kept rejecting it. But it finally did :)

Critical Thinking Video

Heres the link.

Mid-term...UGG!

       Seeing I have only seen the grades for two classes, one of which I can’t stand (“cough” “cough” anthropology), I’m not jumping with joy over my grades, but it’s not to far from what I excepted. I don’t prioritize very well, I tend to watch the show I missed last night and push my work for a later time. This has never been a real big problem for me before. In high school, it felt like I had all the time in the world, even during field hockey season. I could push something off ‘till the very last minute, (five minutes before class), and still get an “A”. But in college, I don’t seem to have enough time to do anything, and when I’m done with classes for the day, I just want to be done. Before I know it, its 2:00 in the morning, my roommates passed out, and I realize how  tired I am, too tired to do any work.

      

SCSU’s Field Hockey season just ended last Saturday, and I’m already going insane with all the time I now have on my hands. I mean I can only watch so much TV, and even after my daily afternoon nap, the sun is still out. I don’t have much else to do but school work…story of my lack of a life. So what I believe I need to work on is prioritizing while in season. Getting my work done before practice and relaxing after a game. This might be a challenge for me. I’m not an over achiever, I’m perfectly fine with a passing grade, and after the season ended, all my grades are passing. I kind of need to be inspired to put in effort. If I’m not inspired, I’ll put in minimal effort that will get me a passing grade, so I can move on to bigger and better things. But don’t worry, Professor G., I truly forgot about the “Campus Safari,” and really enjoy you class :). On that note though, I should probably start writing down assignments, which is another goal of mine for the rest of this semester, which I did. Campus Safari is duly  noted on my calendar. But writing down assignments might help me in anthropology, and other classes I don’t enjoy to much. Just writing them down will remind me that I do have to do the work to get a passing grade.

      

Overall, I’m not to upset with the first half of the first semester of my freshman year. I’m not failing a class, some days I want t drop out, but I’m still able to come up with reasons to say, and now that field hockey is over, I have something to look forward to…PARTIES!!!!

Just kidding :D 

My Crazy Life

This week I went out with a group of girls. I know this might sound easy for most of you, but for someone with a social anxiety disorder, it’s quite a bit out of my comfort zone. I was diagnosed with social anxiety when I was 13. When I’m in a group of people larger then 2, (not including myself), I shut down. I get caught in my head, thinking about what to say, how to say it, and when I should say it. And by the time I built enough confidence to say it, the time has already passed and the other people have already moved onto another topic. I used to be real bad, I’d get claustrophobic, and it would get hard to breath, and I would have to leave the room, before I started hyperventilating. But I’ve gotten a lot better since then.

I spent most of high school in my room, alone, because that was comfortable for me.  So when I got to college, I swore to myself that I would become more comfortable being with a group of people. Practice makes perfect, right? So this past Saturday was my last field hockey game, and a group of girls invited me out to celebrate. It was a group of six of us, and even though I was nervous and shacking in the beginning, they made it really easy for me. They talked to me, asked me question and included me in the conversation, when most people forget I’m there. Before I knew it, I wasn’t hesitating to say anything, because they didn’t have any remark if I said something stupid, like imagine people to do. They laughed along with me, instead of at me. And on top of it, they invited me out again later this week.

Even though going out was scary at first, and bailing did cross my mind more than once, I feel very accomplished by facing my fear. Even if these girls don’t become my best friends, it’s a start. Maybe next time I wont take as long to open up and talk.   

Brainstorming	5 Hours
Interviewing	2 Hours
Gathering other information	3 Hours
Transferring material onto computer	4 Hours…waist of time…
Learning the software	30 Mins
Putting the video together	10 Hours
Editing	15 Hours
Other	2 Hours

I will be honest; I had a rough start with this project. I lost the cord that connects my camera to my computer.  I spent half my Sunday, (my only day off), hunting down people to interview, only to find the cord I do have wont attached to my camera. I spent the next 4 to 5 hours tearing apart my room looking for it and calling my mom who tore apart my room at home looking for it, and just my luck, its nowhere to be found.  So I have started over using the camera on my computer. All the people I recorded on my camera where people from my hometown and I have known them for forever, so it was easy to ask for help. But now that I’m back at Southern I don’t know who to ask. I have four interviews, two of which are one of my professors and my coach. It’s hard for me to talk to people, and like I said in previous posts, I don’t have many friends here, so that’s challenging.

Like I have said before, I am an art major with a concentration in graphic design and photography. I also went to Valley Regional High School, which has one of the best graphics and photography programs in the state. So you can say I know what I’m doing when it comes to video making. I just won $500 for a video I made just this past spring called “It’s Never to Late” , for a anti-bullying campaign. Not to brag…but I have been trying to sneak this video into my blog for a couples of weeks now :D.  Anyway, it hasn’t taken me long to figure out iMovie. The only problem is how amateur it is. I was taught on Final Cut Pro, which is what the professionals in Hollywood use. iMovie isn’t capable of doing everything that Final Cut can do, so its hard to have all these ideas to make my video amazing, and having to settle for second best. I was taught that you spend the majority of your time editing the video. There’s a lot in the category of editing however. First you film, or in this case interviewing, and everything else; gathering other information, putting the video together and revising the video, is editing.  So that’s how I am approaching this project. All the hours in the chart above are a rough estimate of the hours I have spent so far.

          

"Can I take a moment of your time...."

     The biggest problem I have with the Mid-Term Video project is getting people to interview. I have herd all the excuses from I don’t know what critical thinking is, to I’m camera shy, to I don’t have the time. I herd the last one from one of my professors, (you can guess which one).

    

I try to be persistent in asking people if I can interview them, but I am not a very demanding person, when they say “no”, I say “ok” and walk away. I don’t have friends to fall back on, and I don’t know how to convince other people that this is not a waist of their time. I learned, however, that there is a very small handful of people that are willing to help people in need. There was one girl who came up to me, after struggling for an hour and a half, and said, “I see your struggling, how can I help.”  It is because of that girl I continue to ask people for an interview. I figure in a school as big as this one, there should be people who will let me waist some of their time.