Why Baylor Fans should be the nicest fans.

Baylor football’s defense might be making it’s strongest show ever this season, but I having been playing defense for Baylor for years.

I have always been a Baylor fan. I have always stuck up for Baylor when rude jealous people made downgrading comments. I was ready to fight back with quick and witty retorts for God’s favorite team. (Other than the Dallas Cowboys, that is). I didn’t love it for the football team, I loved it for the tradition, spirit, memories, and values.

On the same Baylor swing when I was 6, circa 1997, then when I was 21, the day I graduated, December 2012.

Being a Texas girl, I’ve always loved watching football, so I attended every game I could- despite the win or lose probability. I was always happy to be a Baylor Bear, but it was a great day when we won an actual football game.

I’ve always thought that Baylor Bears were classy fans. I’ve watched Tech fans throw beer on fellow Bears; I’ve heard Aggies yell inappropriate comments that their mothers would be ashamed of.   I obviously know that there are exceptions, but for the most part I believe we are nice fans.

Toward the end of my time at Baylor, our Wins to Losses greatly shifted. We finally had a team to be proud of and a scoreboard to match.

I remember the night we beat OU. I remember the night RGIII won the Heisman. I remember the celebratory burning of couches on 10th street. I remember attending my first Baylor Bowl game.

 The list goes on and on…but one thing I don’t forget about is our past.

I remember losing.

I remember obnoxious teams with their unsportsmanlike conduct.

I hope I never forget.

Because you know what? Our past is part of us. Our past is one of the reasons why our present is so amazing. We used to be scrubby little Baylor.

You won’t hear me mouth off at the office. Sure, I’ll talk about my Bears, route for them, and perhaps engage in a little friendly rivalry, but you will never hear me downgrade another team in the hopes of making my Bears look better. I’m going to leave that to the scoreboard.

So, my what’s my hope for alum, current students and future Bears?

Stay humble. Remember our past. Have Baylor pride. Be nice. And remember that the sweetest revenge is winning.

I think Drake said it best…

Started from the bottom now we here.

Thanks and Sic ’em.

Baylor Forever.

You’re so cute. Why aren’t you married?

This weekend was my first alumni homecoming at Baylor University. It was a wonderfully exhausting weekend.

Having graduated almost a year ago (last December) it feels like everything is the same…but it’s not. And I mean more than just our football team being ranked 6 in the nation.

It’s funny because while you’re in college I think you don’t really appreciate how close everyone is in relationships, as well as location. Graduating college is like a break up going as well as it possibly can. You graduate, leave, and move on.  You have fond memories, but the more you go back, the more you realize the growing distance between you and the town that helped shape who you are today and how you’ve changed since you left.

There are certain things that are expected of you once you graduate, especially from Baylor. I think I told people where I worked my job description no less than 20 times; however, my favorite question was the namesake of this post. “You’re so cute. Why aren’t you married?” I mean… what exactly am I supposed to say to that? I just laughed. I’d like to say that was the most embarrassing thing, but that, my friends, I attribute to my love for mens flannels. I wore one that I fell in love with from the men’s section in Target. I was waiting in line for a funnel cake,  when I noticed the guy in front of me kind of eyeing my shirt. Turns out he liked it enough to buy it and wear it to the BU game too. Oops.

Something that I love about Baylor is that they genuinely help you and expect you to succeed at life.

Baylor seriously has my heart and I could not have imagined anywhere else I would rather have gone. This is one happy and proud alum.

Alright. My sappy Alumni post is over.

Thanks and Sic ’em for reading.

College Football Makes Me Sad.

This is my first fall without going to school. It’s weird, but then it’s not…It’s weird because it was something I did for 16 years. It’s not all that weird because I already feel like I’ve been gone for a while. Maybe I was mentally gone for a while.

I remember graduating high school and not being sad. I had friends who cried, but me? I would cry if I got out of there any later!

I loved college. It was the perfect set up. You don’t go full days *disclaimer, my last semester I went 9-5 without any breaks and had to eat lunch on the way to my next class*, all your friends are within 5 minutes and so are all your favorite restaurants. Most importantly, you got to take naps. I graduated in 3.5 years with one of the most hour intensive majors, 147 to be exact. I never took less than 16 hours, took 18 hours twice, was a leader in my sorority, involved in honor societies, and had a social life on top of studying and withholding a GPA above a 3.5.

I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy college, it was wonderful and I have the best memories and awesome friends! I just think it’s human nature to want to keep climbing and get to the next big thing and I did that. I’m not sure that I fully enjoyed where I was at the time to the complete extent I should have. Sure, looking ahead is important because setting goals is what gets you places, but it’s also important to look around and enjoy the view from where you are at that exact moment.

Lately I’ve been wishing Peter Pan was real and he could whisk me off the Never Never Land so I could get away for awhile. Sadly, he hasn’t showed up and I’ve been doing more and more “grown up” things. In the past 2 weeks I have:

-paid my credit card bill

-went to the gynecologist

-got my oil changed

-picked up and paid for my prescription

-paid rent on my storage unit

-got in  wreck and had to deal with the offender’s insurance

-paid my toll tag bill

-attended two different alum meetings: one for Baylor and one for Tri Delta

-attended a bridal shower

-got my car booted and had to pay a $113 ticket

-purchased anti virus software for my computer

I could keep going, but I’m pretty sure you’d fall asleep and I’m pretty sure you get the gist.

The point, is bloom where you’re planted. I could list some more cliches, but I think Texas girl,(Baylor grad!) singer-songwriter, Jillian Edwards Chapman says it best in her song Nonfiction Love Song:

“Used to want time to run so quickly
Now crawling is fine
Cause the older I get the more
I see I need every moment
To let my roots grow down deep”

So, no. College Football does not actually make me sad- fall, football, and sweater season give me the warm fuzzies inside. It makes me nostalgic for Baylor University and my time spent there. So much happened there and so much of it made me who I am today. Yes, I like my job and getting paid for my time, but that time will mark one of the greatest in my life.

It’s your life. Enjoy it for what it is. Thanks and Sic ’em Bears!

“Make the most of your opportunities because these are evil days.” Ephesians 5:16

Total Sorority Move: Not paying for friends.

I graduate this Saturday and I am already being nostalgic about my Baylor career. Looking back I know without a doubt that joining a sorority, more specifically Tri Delta, was the best decision I made in these past 3.5 years. Tri Delta has given me so much- endless opportunities and a lifelong friends. It was great to be a part of it in college, but I know that my eyes are only beginning to be opened to  the benefits of joining Delta Delta Delta.  Sororities are often given a bum rap for being used to obtain an MRS degree, excessive partying and my personal favorite: paying for your friends.

I joined Delta Delta Delta for none of the previous, and I know my friends didn’t either. I had friends in high school, but I wouldn’t deem them as true friends. Yes, I do still keep up with a handful of them who are great friends, but other than those, we’ve all changed and decided to take different routes in life. I rushed as a freshman at Baylor, but dropped out mid process because of personal reasons. I went through recruitment again as a sophomore, but went this time with the pursuit of Tri Delta in mind.  I wanted to be a DDD because those girls were genuine friends to me- more-so than any roommate or friend I had at the time.

The first year I joined, I  immediately began reaping the benefits of sisterhood. I was able to be in our singing group Tried and True. Singing has always been a passion of mine, but I could never coordinate Baylor Choir into my schedule because Apparel Merchandising classes are only offered at one, maybe two class times. That same Spring, I won a national t-shirt design competition through Tri Delta Headquarters and my shirt was sold to Tri Deltas everywhere. I was chosen to be a float chair the following fall, where I got to put my creative skills to work.  For the past two years I have been given the pleasure of modeling for Tri Delta Nationals and being featured on the cover and inside the Delta Shop Sophie National Tri Delta Catalog and website, as well as inside the Trident, our national magazine. This past year I served our Beta Tau chapter of Tri Delta as their licensing chair where I got to design and sell apparel to my liking.  Through these positions I have learned more people skills than I could ever imagine and Tri Delta has truly prepared me for the real world.

Last summer when I was interviewing for internships, many of the employers would comment on my involvement in Greek life and I think it is one of the things that helped me get passed along to second round interviews.  Everywhere I go, I always run into current and Tri Delta alums.  Once we figure out our connection, whether it be from a bracelet, keychain, or simply wearing letters, I always have the best conversations and am reminded why I chose to pledge my love to Delta Delta Delta.

Yes, I have friends outside of Tri Delta, but I’d say that my Delta girls are the ones who have made my best college memories. They’re there when I’m happy, sad, or being an occasional brat. I often wonder who came up with the saying that Greek life is just “paying for your friends,” because I’ve only heard it from those who weren’t involved in such an organization. Tri Delta has made my friends my sisters, given me service opportunities, resume boosters, and kept my grades up…We do have the highest group’s GPA on the Baylor campus;)

Think I’m crazy? Well I know from personal experience, that many if not all girls are touched this same way. To some, it got them out of their shell. To others, it turned their life around for the better. Tri Delta can and will have a positive aspect on your life if you let it. Is it perfect? No. But then again, nothing is.

So when asked what I will miss most about college, it won’t be the naps, the parties, or the fact that I can wear leggings to class without getting judged; it will be the friends and lifelong memories I will have for years to come. On Bid Day my sophomore year, I was so happy to throw on some “D’s”; now I know that when I put them on, they weren’t just printed on my shirt- they will be  forever printed on my heart.

Merry Christmas and DLAM y’all.

Mind your fruits and veggies.

I am a fresh fruit and vegetable snob and am in disarray if I do not have any in my house. That being said, sometimes I buy too much   in an attempt to make certain that I am never without any. Recently I was out of one of the types of bell peppers I eat, so I trucked on over to Wal-Mart and mindlessly put them in the bag with the half eaten ones upon returning home.  On Monday and Wednesday, I have class from 9:00 am until 3:45 pm with no breaks, so I bring my lunch with me. When I was preparing it the night before, I was appalled to see that my new pepper I purchased had begun rotting from the inside and the half eaten ones were a little too slimy and ripe for my taste.

While I was bummed about my veggies, I was thinking more on the fact how this was a demonstration of a life lesson that some learn all too late.  The older peppers had begun to over ripen  without me realizing it because they still looked fine. When I placed the new pepper in the same bag, not only do fruit and veggie bags force products to ripen faster, but I was also exposing it to older products, which causes fresh produce to begin to rot, the severity depending on the item. (Thank you Dr. Hassle in freshman year Chemistry.)

You’re probably thinking, how can that possibly relate to my life? Easy. Who do you hang out with? Do you surround yourself with uplifting people who have the same values as you or do you spend time with people who are causing the first stages of rotting in your soul? Whether you like it or not, you are a mixture of the people you fill your life  with. You may think you’re “strong enough” to resist certain behaviors or lifestyles, but the truth is that the more you expose yourself to it, the easier it will be to succumb to their same principles.

These past few weeks in the Business School at Baylor, there has been an Ethics Forum. I have attended two meetings and the most recent one was Nancy Richards of First Preston HT. Her presentation was titled “Crossing the Rubicon.” The Rubicon is a small river in Northern Italy and is used in the previous statement by history buffs. There was a rule in Italy that if you fought battles outside the country, you could not come back in. Julius Caesar marched his troops over that river in North Italy, which is where it gets its reference. Though the Rubicon is tiny, crossing it has large effects. Today, “Crossing the Rubicon” is a metaphor of an act that once you start it, it cannot be taken back; even if you were to retreat, what happened would still cause blood. Well today, that blood is more theoretical than literal, but it can cause more loss than death in most cases.

Nancy discussed how she had to make ethical decisions in her business and gave many examples of how she could have easily crossed the Rubicon, but didn’t. In some cases. it caused her company monetary losses, but in the end, she came out better than she was before even though she left certain people or even business to her company, in the dust.

The decisions we make are directly related to our ethics, which is influenced by the people we put in our lives. In Layman’s terms, if you hang with the dogs, you’re gonna catch some fleas. Doing what’s right is not always the easiest path, but God blesses us when we obey Him. Harbor the fruits of the spirit, for they never go bad.

“Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit.  A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit.  Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.  Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them.”           Matthew 7:15-20

 “No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit.  Each tree is recognized by its own fruit. People do not pick figs from thornbushes, or grapes from briers.  A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.” Luke 6:43-45

90’s are back, alright!

You probably think I have been slacking, but that my dear is not the case.  My priorities have been shifting as I research job possibilities, remain studious, keep active in my organizations, live life, and well, sleep.

I now write the style section for an online magazine called Fleur Ibis. That usually gets first priority when I free write, as that actually has deadlines I must meet. Another way my writing has been spread thin is because most every week I have a paper due in my fashion forecasting class. We write on everything from style icons to demographics and how media affects fashion.

Recently I’ve noticed more than just a tribute to the 90’s through clothing, but through products and advertising. Old Navy got The Backstreet Boys to do an ad for their jeans. (Though I prefer the Avett Brothers for Gap ad) Furby has resurfaced with a 2012 version. I personally think Hasbro is insane for bringing back this creepy creature. Who really wants to pay $60 for an awkward toy that can be quite scary.

One week my class’ topics for our paper were decades; I got the 90’s.  Here’s what I wrote on the 90’s and their influence today:

Zeitgiest: The  [Teen] Spirit of the 90’s

What’s that smell you ask?  The stench of an overstayed welcome of Teen Spirit? Think again. Style inspiration from the 90s is hardly unwelcomed- it’s rather beloved by today’s hipster, as well as the clean-lined prep. To better embrace the multitude of styles inspired by the 90s, let’s glance back at the decade where it all began.

Globalization and the acceptance of many differences kick started this minimalistic era. The Cold War ended, trade agreements such as NAFTA were drafted, and equal opportunities were fought for.  Technology and innovations surged as the internet revolutionized the world as we knew it. The tiresome lavishness of the 80s left the people of the 90s only one place to go: the casual corner in their closet. And that’s exactly what occurred.

The main instigator of fashion during this decade was music. You can neatly map out four genres and their coordinating fashion groups : grunge, goth, urban, and prep.

Probably the most notable style of the 90s was grunge. This went along with the alternative rock movement that celebrated rebelliousness and antifashion. Ironically, the “style” caught on. The poster child for this look was Kurt Cobain of Nirvana- a band founded in the late 80s, but reached its peak in the 90s. They were known for their flannels, destroyed denim, and Converse.  Though bands were known for emulating this look, the first designer to put it on the runway was Marc Jacobs.

A similar yet more embellished look was goth. It is basically its mother style (punk) on steroids. Goth popularized self expression through piercings and visible body art. Besides modernizing tattoos, goth is known for trending Dr. Martens. A face to put to this genre is Marilyn Manson, known for his application of makeup and donning black.

New on the scene was the Urban look. It was made popular by rappers such as Marky Mark. This fashion consisted of oversized pants that showed undergarments, as well as lots of jewelry deemed as “bling.” P. Diddy was one of the first to make this style available to the masses with his “Sean John” label.

Near the end of the decade, it seemed that everyone was tired of the ever so popular untamed fashion ideals, so they made a swift change. Influenced by pop culture such as N’SNYC, Backstreet Boys, and Britney Spears, a more traditional look arose. This stark contrast to the grunge, goth, and garage band look included staples such as button downs, cardigans, and various prints like argyle.

So, do you still think the 90s are smelling up the scene? Look around- you’ll see the grunge look of flannels and converse, the goth look of combat boots, urban hip-hop’s saggy pant look, and preppy’s varsity look of layering sweaters and button-ups. Love it or hate, it’s still here. If nothing else, you can at least appreciate the 90s for giving you casual Fridays and serving as a precursor to the internet app on your iPhone that you’re rarely seen without.