Adventure Time

Being an athlete, most of our time is scheduled for us. Spring Break trips are nonexistent and on the off chance you discover a moment where you can buy tickets to see your favorite band in concert, there’s even more of an off chance that you’ll be able to go. Don’t get me wrong, college athletics is a great way to spend time, but it is definitely not for everyone (especially those that are avid concert goers). Last year I missed Mumford & Sons, Miley Cyrus, and Chrisitna Perri… and when I say missed, I mean I had tickets and outfits ready to go and for some odd reason, missed it.

Being deprived of many countless events our friends were attending during the school year, my roommate and I started to devise a plan to attend Lollapalooza in Chicago this summer. It started off as somewhat of a pipe dream but quickly solidified into something probable. Our hearts were set on being in the crowds of people. I mean, come on; Lady Gaga performed there.

Every year, the festival sells passes before it publishes a lineup but it was a risk we were more than willing to take. Whoever performed, we’d still have a blast. We were ready to pounce on the first passes that we could get our hands and were watching the Lollapalooza site on multiple devices. We were prepared but before we knew it, thewords, “Sold Out,” mocked us and upon looking at the prices of the resale tickets, we were ready to give up.

Available ticket prices went up. We moped. The lineup went up. We moped. We looked for other music festivals happening this summer but none of which we wanted to go to as much as Lollapalooza. And then, (like always) my mom came to the rescue and found two 3-day passes being sold online for an affordable(ish) price and we jumped on it.


So, we started from the bottom and now we’re here. I’m typing this blog from a train heading towards Chicago and with a Lollapalooza 3- day wristband on my wrist. Full suitcase, my lovely friend, and some snacks. This 12-hour train ride is kind of a bummer, though (serves me right for being cheap…). On the bright side, it’s Harry Potter’s birthday today and what better way to celebrate than by pretending we’re headed to Hogwarts, sans dementors? Just kidding 😉

It doesn’t matter how sketched out we are at the moment; this weekend is filled with the likes of Lorde, Iggy Azalea, Skrillex, The Avett Brothers, and ChVrches. We have flower crowns, we have sunscreen, we have water bottles, we have heart shaped sunglasses, and we have a stun gun. What more could we need for a weekend getaway at the music festival of music festivals. Lollapalooza, we’re coming for ya.

In the words of my girl, “I’m so fancy. You already know.”


Xoxo. It’s adventure time in the windy city.

Honesty Hour: WHITE GIRL

Being an athlete, we talk a lot about what’s appropriate and inappropriate to put on the internet. We not only represent ourselves, but also our school, our sport, and the entire reputation of the NCAA. This summer, Kansas Athletics arranged with each team to have a media lesson with ESPN reporter Holly Rowe. In our meeting, we talked a lot about personal branding and what each of us want to share with people we meet about who we are. The personal brand I hope to achieve is a confident, intelligent, and fun young lady. For the most part, I think I achieve that and brand myself well.

Being confident, I rarely have a problem being comfortable in my own skin. Recently, a couple of my friends and I were at a club. Being silly, I started dancing around, awkwardly on purpose, and attempting to make the most of a somewhat lack luster night with my friends- like I normally do when I’m out with my girls. This time, however, instead of this group of friends joining in with me, they all watched me. A couple laughed. A couple acted like they were too cool to be seen with me. And a couple told me that I was acting like, “Such a white girl.”

I wear pink and love sparkly things. I have more purses and shoes than sweatpants. I love to shop and yes, I love Starbucks and mani/pedis. Who doesn’t? On top of all that, I’m white. Some would qualify me as “typical,” but I am who I am and I am fully confident in who I am as a person. So why were my friends I was with trying to make me feel shame towards my personality?  I was really offended by the negative connotation my fellow WHITE friends put on my race our race. Even though racism is usually spread by people who believe their own race is superior, in a way, I felt as if my friends’ comments were racist towards me.

The definition of racism according to Merriam Webster’s Dictionary is, “A belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race.” With this definition, the comments of my friends regarding my dancing was a reflection of all females of my race and thus, making me a disgrace was racist. I AM a WHITE girl… Why can’t I act like one? Why do these traits need to be classified? In this situation, I felt as if race should’ve been completely left out of the equation. I am who I am, and I am proud of that. There’s no need to classify actions in with race and there’s definitely no need for ANYONE to feel as if they are inferior to others simply because of their actions or characteristics and this situation only begins to scratch the surface of prejudice in today’s society.

This incident reminded me of an Eleanor Roosevelt quote: “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” If you are confident in your own personal brand, who you are, and what you stand for, then who cares what your friends say? They may say something offensive and make you feel like you need to hide who you are or conform, but if they make you feel inferior, are they really your friends? Don’t give them your consent to feel that way. In this situation, I think the former first lady would have kept dancing even if her friends were ridiculing her actions. Eleanor Roosevelt was a badass and we should all take note.