2017, College, CollegeSports, Public Relations, softball

The Waiting Game-Life without class

IMG_6066.JPGFor those of you who don’t know, I am in my last quarter of college at Central Washington and I am playing my last season of softball. However, I may be listed as a student but I am currently not enrolled in ANY classes (I have a 2 credit internship). This is without a doubt FANTASTIC, but I will say I did not expect to be bored enough to write a blog about being bored.

I learned very quickly that my days consist of waiting for practice or waiting for my boyfriend to get home (and then annoying him with my pent up energy).

I am so bored that I ordered myself a novel… I feel old saying this and I have never considered myself a reader but reading seems more productive than watching t.v. on the couch.


I am so bored that going to get coffee has become a habit (merely because it gets me out of the house).

I am so bored that grocery shopping seems like a big event and I no longer dread it (I even get a little excited about it).

I am so bored that I resort to cleaning the house (ask my mom, this is absurd).

I am so bored that folding laundry does not feel like a chore.

There’s something about being extremely bored that initiates self-reflection and thought. My instinct is to look for ways to earn money and look for ways to better prepare myself for the future. But when I actually pause and think about it, I am a college athlete still and having a job is not realistic and I have a job to go home to when I graduate. I really am prepared, yet I still feel a need to prepare myself and be productive.

With that being said, not having class is relaxing and stress free. When we leave for road trips I can take coloring books instead of text books. I can watch movies instead of lectures and I do not have to worry about missing class.

I am patiently waiting for the weather to warm up so I can spend my days sun bathing in the backyard while reading a book.

But for now, I wait. I wait for practice, I wait for the weather to get nice and I wait for graduation and the next stage of life. And while I wait I cherish the moments I have left with my teammates, the final at bats, the final diving plays, the final morning workouts and the final practices.  I no longer take the mornings without an alarm for granted and the days I have no obligations are loved.


It may not be the typical last months of college but I wouldn’t change it. I am beyond blessed to have a time for reflection and to have a time where I can be completely present in the last months of softball.

It may be a waiting game but it’s still a game and for that, I am thankful.

2017, College, Freshman, Public Relations

To the Girls that I Spent Freshman Year With

IMG_1208 (2).JPGThere’s something about the friends you spend freshman year of college with that makes them irreplaceable. So here’s to the three girls that got me through freshman year and are still my best friends today.

It’s no secret that the transition from high school to college is enormous. But we all know that the school work and the classes aren’t the biggest change. Going from living with parents and a safety net, to a completely new environment and a new life is far more significant (and much more difficult).

Your friends really do become family and they become the people you depend on day in and day out. Mom may be a phone call away but your friends are the ones you rely on for a much needed hug. From the late nights to the early mornings, you have your friends every step of the way. From the days that go by in the blink of an eye to the days that seem to be a never-ending pit of stress, the same three people were with me. They told me things would be okay (even when they really weren’t), they reminded me to set an alarm for that awful 8am English class and 6am weights and they helped me to smile on the toughest days.

To my Roommate Freshman Year: Thanks for helping me get into bed when I was too sore from softball to do it myself. Thanks for standing in the hallway in a towel with me when we locked ourselves out. Thanks for laughing at stupid jokes and experiencing all the awkward moments with me. Thanks for walking to weights with me at 5:30am EVERYDAY. Thanks for teaching me it’s okay to be a little messy and that folding clothes or matching socks are NOT mandatory. And most of all, thank you for always being there (literally), it wouldn’t have been the same without you.


To the Peer Pressure Queen: Thanks for pushing the rest of us out of our comfort zones (even when it was a terrible idea). Somehow, when you had an idea, it always seemed like a great idea (like taking the mattresses off our beds and riding them down the stairs). So, thanks for all the crazy ideas that you drug us along for. Thanks for being the “fun pusher” because we all know there were many times I would’ve stayed in my room watching Netflix. Thanks for all the “adventures”, the late nights and the ENDLESS inappropriate jokes.


To the Quiet but Sassy One: Thanks for always to be the one laughing at us (sometimes with us). Thanks for never judging us too much. Thanks for all the side comments and the sassy remarks that always made us realize our stupidity and ridiculous ideas. Thanks for always being down for greasy, unhealthy food late at night and for never making me feel bad about eating terribly.  Thanks for being okay with not talking and just sitting in the same room together. Thank you for being the level-headed, responsible one of the group.


Leaving freshman year I never thought I would miss it. I never thought I’d be a senior in college wishing I could go back in time to being on the bottom of the totem pole. However, I truly do miss the times that freshman year brought. I miss eating every meal with my best friends, I miss the long (sometimes frigid) walks to and from practice, I miss being able to walk up the stairs and see my best friends. I miss the late, crazy nights and the absurdly early mornings that we walked to the bus, ready for the next softball trip. For some reason, showing up at their doorstep doesn’t seem quite as acceptable these days. I miss not having to plan to hang out, it just happened.

Although I don’t miss paying for laundry and eating the same meals over and over again. I miss the memories that it gave us and the quality time that we spent together. However, I am beyond thankful for the friendships that developed and the three girls that have become my best friends. They really are the type of friends where you don’t always need to talk, you don’t always need to see each other but the relationship never changes.

So, THANK YOU guys for spending freshman year by my side and for experiencing college with me.