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The Cost of Coping

2/13/2018

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​By Claire Boenitz
As college students, we are bombarded with stress, and thus are bombarded with mental health advice littered across campus. There are posters about suicide prevention, offers of support, mental health programs in residence halls, the whole nine yards. There’s social support for depression and anxiety, as well as the stress of the college experience. But with all of this talk about mental health, the discussion of mental illness tends to fly under the radar. Depression and anxiety are among the more common diagnoses, and our generation is more willing than any to discuss coping and support. But what happens when that isn’t enough?

At the beginning of the semester, I was switched off of an antidepressant that I had been on for two years. I had been attempting every positive coping skill out there—keeping busy, exercising, reaching out, spending time with loved ones, journaling, going to therapy, you name it—and yet I was still stuck in a rut. The inside of my head constantly felt like static, and honestly, there are bits and pieces of last semester that I’ve lost memory of. That scared me—the last time I had blackout patches like that, I was not yet medicated.

That was my wake-up call: the medication I had been taking it just was not cutting it anymore. So, with the help of my doctor and my counselor, I was switched onto a new antidepressant that was also intended to help with my diagnosis of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Of course, the timing of the switch was not the best, but we had been on vacation during the holidays and appointments were difficult to squeeze in. I had been through the process of altering medications before, and it is not pretty.

And yet, no one talks about it. It isn’t as applicable to a majority students as discussions about self-care or counseling. Medication tends to be viewed as a last resort and not something to encourage as much as counseling and simpler coping mechanisms (and rightfully so; I say that as a psychology major). Medication must also be suggested by a professional, not a resident assistant or poster on a door. That said, dealing with the downfalls of medication is an issue that I myself have struggled with a handful of times, and I know that there are other students who have had similar experiences. It impacts you and your ability to perform, which in turn causes stress on top of whatever side effects you’re already experiencing. It can send your mental health plummeting if it isn’t the correct dosage, it can make you physically ill, it can seriously mess with your sleep schedule. It’s a solution to a problem that often will create more problems before balancing out.

I suppose that’s the purpose of this article, to dole out the nitty-gritty on medicating when coping skills are not enough to combat your brain being cruel.

With a year of being a student at Ball State under my belt, this year I am significantly less nervous about contacting professors and letting them know when I have difficulties. When I reached out to them, I let them know that I honestly had no idea how the change would affect me or if any additional adjustments would be needed. I figured a heads-up would be prudent, in case there were negative effects that inhibited my ability to come to class.

I received nothing but support. It was a wise move; I experienced bouts of fatigue and nausea from switching off of my previous medication, which is notorious for its physical withdrawal, and my depression came back with a vengeance before another dosage adjustment. My sleep schedule took a hit, as well - some nights, I couldn’t manage to fall asleep until 6:30 a.m., so I slept through more classes than I’d like to admit. Even with understanding professors, my grades can certainly speak to my mental state during that three-week adjustment period.

Medication gives me the energy to partake in healthy coping mechanisms; it doesn’t eliminate my illnesses. Altering what you put into your body is quite literally rewiring your brain and changing the chemistry, and often, it gets worse before it gets better. It is similar with counseling—often, the changes in thought processes and self-disclosure are emotionally draining and sometimes upsetting. But a lack of discussion surrounding the costs of therapy does not in any way equal a lack of support.

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It was odd, in a way—my friends and my professors almost switched roles. My friends were the ones holding me accountable for my actions and tendencies, calling me out when I would start retreating, while my professors offered their support and flexibility. Even though adjustment and coping are largely individual processes, I was not alone.

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That’s the takeaway of all of this. Medication can mess with you. A lot. But it doesn’t make you weak or unmotivated; it only means that your brain needs help carrying out certain functions. If you are struggling with finding the right medication or wondering why you aren’t feeling better even after trying everything out there, you are not alone. Every problem has a solution. It’s only a matter of finding the right one.


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Cutting Loose, Footloose, at Formal

2/8/2018

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By Hannah Derleth
We all have that one (or maybe more than one) outfit we not only look good in, but we also feel good while wearing it. Confidence oozes off every inch of us, and we tend to walk with our head high. Maybe it’s our professional interview outfit, or maybe it’s our, uh, best pair of sweats, since we Honors students obviously never go out on the weekends…

Anyway, my little black dress with silver heels is that outfit for me. I’m not going to lie, I looked bomb. I felt like I could rule the world. Who doesn’t always want to feel like that?

Oh, right. Formal.

In my experience, there’s two big reasons to look forward to Honors formal.

First, we looked fly as hell. Not just me and my group of friends, but everyone. Girls pulled out all the stops with their hair and Tarte palettes, and the guys even glanced in the mirror to make sure their tie was straight before they were out the door.

Second, it’s a chance to get out of DeHority, out of the learning environment we’ve adapted to, and we get to knock back some tangy Cardinal Punch and dance like there’s no big Honors project due the following Monday. I got to see my peers in such a different light (literally—think middle school dance disco lights), and we got to have fun without the worry and stress of having to constantly impress each other and our professors with how much we know and how much we’ve accomplished. I love my fellow Honors peers, but I think we can all agree that we can be a little “over-hype” when it comes to selling ourselves to others.

To my amusement, someone requested Footloose at this year’s dance, and the number of people who jumped in with the Footloose dance was startling and impressive. Maybe it’s a “thing” at other schools, but it’s not the norm at Noblesville High School, where I graduated. Maybe I should put this on my list of “to-do’s and to-learn’s.”
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Graduation: Am I Feeling it Right?

12/12/2017

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By Mary Cox
I’ve now sorted out almost everything I need to as I finish up my time here at Ball State — I just haven’t sorted out how I’m supposed to feel about it.
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Photo by Baim Hanif on Unsplash
As I’m writing this, it is the first day of my last week of school. Ever. My last lecture. My last Noyer potato bowl. My last, my last, my last. After this week the only thing I did today that I’ll still get to do next week is Monday mornings. Forty plus years of them to be exact, so I guess I should save some of this dismay for my retirement.

Going through the past month I have had an innumerable amount of last times. And the thing that has stuck with me after all of them was the dull feeling that I wasn’t living them correctly. How do you end the final meeting you’ll ever attend for the very first club you joined freshman year? I can tell you it’s probably not by saying, “So, um, yeah, thanks,” and then just going about your day the same way you have after every other meeting for the last three and a half years. What do you say as you leave the house of someone you’ll likely never see again? I would venture it probably shouldn’t be, “I’ll never see you again,” as you envelop them in a weak side hug.

I want to cry. I want to show everyone how much them and this crazy experience has meant to me. But I just can’t. The list of things I’ve cried about in the last week includes a dumb boy and One Direction*. Reviewing that short list, I’m upset at myself for not being able to feel the right things during the moments that actually mattered. Yes, sure, One Direction’s 2010 performance of Natalie Imbruglia’s pop classic “Torn” is high key emotional (it was their first performance together as a group and if you haven’t seen it please watch it here), but all of my closest friends spending their Friday night celebrating my graduation with me is high key way more emotional. I want to cry. But I just can’t.

Everyone keeps saying, “It will hit you soon,” and “You just haven’t processed it yet,” but it feels like the events that should have clued me into the fact that my graduation is fast-approaching have come and gone before I even realized I was living them. The moments I’m meant to be processing haven’t even registered. I can’t reflect on memories I haven’t even bothered to retain.  

Luckily, in cases like this, my heart always seems to be more in tune with reality than my brain. She seems to understand that maybe this isn’t even a time for tears after all because all the best things about college are what I’ll be taking with me, not what I’ll be leaving behind. Even though most of my friends will physically be back in Muncie without me as the new year rolls around, the connections I’ve made on this campus will be held in my heart long after I leave it. To everyone who has been a part of my journey, big or small, please know that you have all changed me for the better. And please know that I will forget to text you, but I will never forget the person you helped shaped me into.

Maybe the ‘lasts’ don’t even matter when everything ahead of me in the coming days, weeks, and even years will be amazing ‘firsts’. I’m about to step into the world with a degree I worked my ass off for in a field I absolutely love. I’m about to take my first big girl trip to Austin, TX to visit a high school friend at her first big girl job. I’m about to get the biggest hugs my parents have ever given me. I’m about to wear a mortarboard decorated like a Crunchwrap Supreme that says, “Let’s Crunch-Wrap this up!” I’m about to see my dog (this doesn’t count as a first, but it’s still pretty dope). My heart must know I only have reasons to smile. I just wish my head would catch up.

As I’m writing this, my Honors thesis is still not done, so I guess I should probably go do that. Bye forever. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.



*Update: I cried to an Avril Lavigne song while writing this.

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Here's a picture of my face now next to my face from several years ago, because that's always fun.
I think I did a pretty good job articulating how I feel about this whole thing, but in case I didn't this video pretty much sums it up.
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Ad Maiora: A Reaction to Ruebel’s Odyssey

11/14/2017

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By Claire Boenitz
Dr. Ruebel left an impact on everyone he met — and even those he didn't. Claire Boenitz, reacting to Ruebel's Odyssey — an Honors special edition publication — shares her impressions of Dr. Ruebel's legacy and his passion for students.
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I remember the student (whose name escapes me now) who introduced me to the Honors College during my campus tour. They told me that the Dean had fallen ill, and that was why he was not there to greet us. I remember hoping for the Dean’s recovery.

I remember the few freshmen I knew who had met the Dean, Dr. James Ruebel. They spoke of how kind and energetic he was, full of appreciation and humor. I remember hoping that someday I could have a conversation with him. I’d heard whispers of his photographic memory – his ability to recognize you, what you were doing with yourself, and how to make you feel welcome.

And I distinctly remember the secondhand pang of grief I felt on October 10, 2016. The day the entirety of the Honors College received a sobering email: Dr. James Ruebel had passed away.

The handful of upperclassmen I’d met were absolutely heartbroken, as well as the Honors faculty. Dr. Ruebel shared such strong relationships with everyone, it seemed. No one in the Honors College was more than an email or a trip to the Honors House away from a friendly conversation with him.  

Not only was he a friend to all, he was a fierce pursuer of knowledge, both for himself and for others. He sought to redefine the Honors College itself during his time at Ball State, and actively encouraged everyone he could to contribute and build up new ideas, new visions. Through this devotion to his students and his university, he helped to nourish the Ball State Honors College into an institution that stands out amongst others of its kind. It’s clear Dr. Ruebel’s interest was always with his students; no matter what barriers he broke or opportunities he explored, he always seemed to bring it back to the Honors College.

If there was one thing Dr. Ruebel loved as much as the Honors College, it was anything Roman. Though he resided in Indiana, the man’s heart and soul was always wandering the streets of Rome, absorbing everything that he could and putting it back out into the world in his lessons and discussions. His unbridled passion for Rome, however, was not what he wanted his students to share with him.  No, he wanted to invoke the passion rather than just its subject. He invited, he argued, and he prodded those around him just enough to make them pause and think.

I would say, “if the Honors College were a family,” and draw some metaphor about Dr. Ruebel being the quirky-but-wise grandfather who always left you with more questions than answers, and who took great pleasure in asking, “so what?” any time you attempted to prove something you believed. That metaphor, however, is not wholly figurative – the Honors College most definitely is a family. That was a message that Dr. Ruebel always conveyed. He wanted you to succeed and learn to think for yourself, but most importantly, he wanted you to belong.

“You cannot be yourself by yourself. We do and must define ourselves in relation to others,” is a quote of his —the end of his National Collegiate Honors Council presidential address. Dr. Ruebel was a proud, unwavering advocate of pursuing yourself through learning and experiencing, and members of the Honors College are still guided by his wisdom and living in his legacy. We in the Honors College never have to be ourselves by ourselves, which I firmly believe is why Dr. Ruebel was so determined to implement courses that involve discussion and self-disclosure. We all light our own paths through the Honors College, but in many ways, Dr. Ruebel laid those stones for us to traverse with enthusiasm and purpose.

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Even those of us who never met him in life still feel the echoes of his influence as we set off down our own paths toward greater things. I can only hope that he would be proud.
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453 Days

11/10/2017

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By Hannah Derleth
To say a lot can change in just over a year would be an understatement for sophomore, Hannah Derleth. But, of course, there were plenty of lessons to be learned in the chaos. 
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From left to right: senior Honors student Alaina Halsey, sophomore Honors student Hannah Derleth, and senior Allison Cavallone gather at the Scramble Light on Children's Health Day. All three women serve on Dance Marathon's Marketing and Communications committee together. 
Hey there — I’m back. 

Last year, I wrote an article about what being in Honors meant to me. I told you all I was a journalism and marketing double major, and how much I love writing and “sharing my gifts,” as my mother says.

Well, plans changed — imagine that.

I realized that, if I wanted to make money right away, journalism wasn’t going to be the way to do it. Being financially independent and comfortable is one of my biggest goals post-graduation, and the few journalists I know are barely hitting the average mark. I’m also learning that I can’t be everywhere and do everything, so I dialed back on the quantity of things I’m involved in (such as Student Honors Council), and instead, have focused on the quality of my efforts in groups to make sure I’m giving 100% of myself.

I’m happy to say that I am simply a marketing major now, with double minors in economics and professional writing. I am the communications coordinator and traffic manager for McKinley Avenue Agency (formerly known as Unified Media Advertising and Creative Agency), so I am working with both my major and student media. Can you say best of both worlds? I’m also the subcommittee leader for Marketing for BSU Dance Marathon, and I absolutely love what I do and my fellow committee members. Lastly, over the summer, I worked at State Farm as their marketing and customer service intern, while filling my evenings by teaching seven piano students.

Busy? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely.

I’ve learned a lot about myself by jumping into things head first. I’ve learned a lot about time management, how to balance a social life with academics, and why it’s important to put yourself out there, no matter how terrifying it might be. Had I not jumped in head first, none of the aforementioned titles or positions would be a reality for me. But here I am, leading groups and unifying students, and I’m realizing that Ball State is helping me grow into the successful (and social) butterfly I was meant to be.

Now having almost a year and a half under my belt, I feel like I’ve hit the magical mark of, “Yay! I’m now wise enough to give advice to the little ducklings coming my way.” So, here’s my advice, lil ducklings:

Do everything you want your freshman year. This will lead you to find out what clubs and groups either benefit you or really interest you, and you can narrow it down after a semester or a year. Doing this has allowed me to find friends in just about every corner of the university, even if I’m not in the same extracurriculars anymore. If your goal is to make as many friends as possible, this method worked well for me — as long as you can avoid ~SuPeR hIgH sTrEsS~ levels, it should work wonders for you too.

453 days in, and saying yes to the Honors College is still one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I’m now in Honors 203, and I’m learning about modern literature and art and how both the pieces and the authors and artists impacted the world around them. Maybe this sounds ridiculous, but reading about women like Abigail Adams who changed the course of history is inspiring, and gives me hope that we’ll eventually have a country with more than a handful of women in Congress and female leaders balancing out a business world filled with testosterone.

453 days in, and campus has become more than home. Being surrounded by this sense of community has allowed me to understand why BSU is often referred to as “the nest”—eventually, we’re all going to fly. We’ll soar and we’ll find success.  
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453 days in, and I’m happy.
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Feeling the F.E.A.R. on Halloween

11/7/2017

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By Lane Carey
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This Halloween, Student Honors Council (SHC) put on their annual haunted house. The theme was Face Everything and Run, or F.E.A.R., and I was definitely moving quickly to get away from the horror within.

As soon as I entered the building, I could hear screams from the people ahead of my group. Upon entering the first room there were creepy dolls sat at the dining room table, and all I could do was try not to make eye contact with their soulless stares. I’ve never seen college students look so dead inside, and that’s really saying something.

Once I got to the kitchen, all I wanted to do was leave. The blood-covered room was filled with people who sent shivers down my spine. People stood all around me, too close, staring. A girl, sitting at the base of the stairs and gnawing on a bone, was one of the scariest; she just keep inching closer, and closer, her big eyes never leaving my group of friends.

I was then forced to crawl up the stairs of the Honors House, which only made getting away from the girl harder. At the top was an even worse sight: clowns. I hope I never see another person in a clown mask again. Then, on the way out of the House, we faced a room of snakes, and I was hit in the face with a rubber-something while going through the entryway to the front desk.

I thought I was free, but then I saw thehe exit to the haunted house was plagued with people in masks. This really startled me. I walked right up to one of them, thinking that they must have just been in the group before us and waiting to leave, but then, the person turned around wearing a hockey mask. I almost had a heart attack. My only response was, “Woah! Hey,” while my heart began beating out of my chest.

​Overall, the haunted house was as thrilling as it always is, and the best part was listening to my friends get terrified behind me.
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A First in a Year of Lasts

11/2/2017

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By Olivia Power
Are you considering becoming an Honors Peer Mentor? Senior Honors Student Olivia Power reflects on her first—and last—year as a peer mentor in this note.
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Most Honors College Peer Mentors don’t wait until their senior year to join the program, but when I got the email reminding everyone of the application deadline last Spring, I sort of just thought, “why not?” I have always felt that I wasn’t as involved in the Honors College as I would like to be, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to leave my mark. So I got online, downloaded the application, and scheduled my interview with Dr. Lindberg.

On my first day of class, I was overcome with extreme nerves. Would my students think I was cool? Nerdy? Too old? Too young? Whatever the case, I walked in, my icebreaker in mind, ready to meet my students. I was relieved to be greeted by a group that was friendly, willing to participate, and as happy to be there as I was.

My favorite aspect of the peer mentor program was the first word in the title: peer. Although the course can seem a little bit like a teacher-student setup, it was nice to remember that these students, although a few years younger, are Honors students just like me. They are taking the same classes that I took and maybe even some of the ones I’m currently taking. That took some of the pressure off for sure.

Over the course of the nine weeks, we did some activities that left me wondering who the freshman of the group really was; we played Wallyball, something I had never tried due to my extreme lack of hand-eye coordination, and visited the career center, something I’ve been trying (unsuccessfully) to get myself to do since my first year on campus.

I would be lying if I said that there weren’t some stressful moments as well, mostly due to who I am as a person. Like any college student, I have a lot going on at any given time, and the planning was at times overwhelming. Thankfully, getting the bulk of my planning out of the way during the summer took a lot of the weight off my shoulders once the semester began, and everything ended up working out fine --despite the 90 degree weather on a day I had planned to walk with my class through Christy Woods.  

In the end, I’m glad that I decided to become a peer mentor, even though I’m a little bit regretful that my first year as a mentor will also be my last. From my seat as a mentor, I often found myself transported back in time to my own Honors 100 course in 2014, and was reminded of all of the truly amazing opportunities Ball State and the Honors College has to offer.

To those looking to apply to be an Honors College Peer Mentor next fall, look out for more information coming in an Honors College email this spring or contact Dr. Laurie Lindberg.
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Found: Talent

10/23/2017

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By Noah Patterson and Mary Cox
As we add another Homecoming week to the history books, News and Notes editors Mary and Noah reflect on one of the week’s less appreciated events: Talent Search.
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First Impressions

Mary: I’ve always been surprised by how many people don’t go to Talent Search. It’s free, something wild always happens (this year included), the contestants are crazy talented, and going into this event I knew I wouldn’t have to hear the same Pitbull song 20 times in a row — something Air Jam can never promise you. The thing I love the most about Talent Search, though, is how the university treats it as the pinnacle of the Homecoming experience, despite being less-attended than almost any other event. From the programs to the projections on the walls of Emens, Talent Search pulls out all the stops from start to finish, and I respect that.

Noah: In my last three years at BSU, I’ve only been to Talent Search one other time. It was one of the most impressionable events I’ve ever attended. Let me set the scene: a young man takes the stage and claims he is a magician. Next to him is a long tarp, covered end-to-end with shards of glass. I connect some dots, I’m getting nervous. This young man then calls up a volunteer to suffocate him with a plastic shopping bag, claiming the lack of airflow will allow him to walk across the glass unharmed — something about the heart pumping blood slower. At this point, I’m shaking. This young man then walks across the tarp several times, no visible laceration in sight. But, he doesn’t stop there. Oh, no. The young man lies down in the glass and rolls around. He won Talent Search that night, and I was never the same. Needless to say, my expectations for this year’s show were high.

The Hosts

M: I don’t remember the guy’s name, but if John Mulaney played Eminem on an SNL sketch, he’s what it would look and sound like. Just picture that. The second host, senior Honors student Phylisia Donaldson, killed it of course. As she has once said in a class we have together, “I don’t play games.” And she didn’t.

N: Talent Search dared to do something most shows don’t have the guts to do: separate the co-hosts from time-to-time and spare us on the constant banter. This gave us the chance to see each host solo and together, and I appreciated the variety. Phylisia was funny, personable, and professional: a dream host all-around. Chris Ulm also did well and was always ready with a good one-liner, but like Mary said, that resemblance was uncanny.

Favorite Act

M: Hands down the top act of the night for me was The BSU Jump Ropers*. They were the only performers who got me to put my phone in my pocket so that I could give them a proper standing ovation. And the ovation at the end wasn’t even the first time their act moved me to my feet. The flips, splits, and other tricks were a huge breath of fresh air in what was otherwise a ballad showcase for the Department of Theatre and Dance.

N: Have you ever seen that gif of Michelle Visage reacting to Roxxxy Andrews’ wig reveal on RuPaul’s Drag Race? If not, you’re not only missing out on a key reaction gif, but the best visual representation of me during the BSU Jump Ropers AND the duet between Terica Anthony and Michael Hassel. That’s right, I have two. Mary covered the Jump Ropers about as perfectly as one can, so let me say a few words on this duet. That. Chemistry. Was. Out. Standing. First, these kids came out onstage holding hands. Second, Mr. Hassel had the greatest pastel blue suit I’ve ever seen. Third, they invented harmony that night. Between locking eyes while singing to each other and perfectly blending their voices, I was basically transcending corporeal form.

Honorable Mentions

M: Terica and Michael truly made the whole audience feel their sexual tension, and God bless them for that. They were really good!

N: Paige Matteson, a junior musical theater major and the winner of the night, wowed us all with her rendition of Gravity. The range and control in her voice, paired with her stage presence, was unmatched. Those notes were crisper than a freshly-picked apple from the Minnetrista Farmer’s Market, henny.

The Results

M: I mean, anyone who can effortlessly nail a Sara Bareilles song is a goddess in my book. Huge congratulations to Paige. That being said, my jump rope baes got robbed, so jot that down. Also, if I could make one suggestion about how the awards are given out, I think they should run them Toddlers and Tiaras beauty pageant style: if you place in your age group (category) you can’t win Ultimate Grand Supreme (the whole thing). But I guess if Taylor Swift can win two big category Grammy Awards for 1989, a girl I will probably never see again having two Talent Search trophies is something I can live with.

N: I’m so happy for Paige!! I don’t know where these performers find the confidence to get onstage and share their talent with us, but it’s so inspiring to see. While I personally enjoyed the chemistry between Terica and Michael more, Paige is an undeniably excellent choice for a winner, and I’ve dealt with harder losses before. Most of them involving Beyoncé and a Grammy.

Final Thoughts

M: Like Noah said above, I am forever in awe of anyone who 1) has a talent, and 2) is brave enough to share it with the world. That’s why spending my summer nights watching America’s Got Talent with my parents wasn’t really that big of a bummer. As for Talent Search, it can now be added to my rapidly-growing list of “Things I’ll Never Do Again Because I Graduate In Two Months And Don’t Want To Talk About It Thank You.” I don’t want to talk about it, thank you.

N: I’m so glad that the exhibition performer was not the magician. I could not handle seeing that magician again. Magician: if you see this, your performance will haunt me forever, for better or for worse. To the baton twirler, our actual exhibition performer: if you see this, you killed it, and we all appreciated your determination. Also, what Mary said.


*Actual affiliation to Ball State University athletics unknown. Probably just three friends who like to jump rope together and attend Ball State.
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Please Pay Attention

10/16/2017

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By Mary Cox
A first hand account of when actually reading an email paid off.
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Serenity in your physical space begets serenity in your real life. This is a widely accepted notion that suggests the clarity (read cleanliness) of your living area reflects the clarity of your life (read your level of sanity). But can the same be said for your digital space?

Personally, my email inbox is unequivocally a reflection of my mental state. Spurts of efficiency buried under a pile of skirted responsibilities. Missed opportunities drowning in apathy. Clicking ‘delete all’ on my clutter feels like 21st century nihilism at its finest. My uncertainty has manifested digitally as ten separate folders filled with email threads I’ll probably never look at again but am saving anyways — you know, just incase I want to get in touch with someone about an assignment I submitted three years ago. My number of unread emails correlates directly with the number of personal issues, relationship or otherwise, that I’m actively avoiding. But just like a random fond memory passing through my consciousness in the middle of a stressful day, every now and again an interesting email will rise through the stress-inducing clutter of my inbox. And just like it’s okay to let yourself waste some time reliving a happy moment, it’s okay to read something that isn’t a meeting reminder.  

This past week I must have been having a great mental health day, because I read the weekly honors email blast in full. Beyond that, though, one of the events actually ended up in my phone calendar. Then, by a true miracle, I actually found myself in Pruis hall at 7 p.m. on a Wednesday anxiously waiting for the presentation to start.

I was there to see Dr. Abby Smith Rumsey speak on, “how digital memory will change our past and shape our future,” as part of Ball State’s Inaugural Digital Scholarship Lecture. If none of those names or words mean anything to you, you’re not alone. The throng of COMM 210 students who filed out during the Q&A and I also did not know what we were getting into. I had an inkling I would enjoy the presentation because I’m a total nerd, but I didn’t realize it would truly hit all my sweet spots. Media, history, pop culture, rhetoric, and psychology all converged for one of the most captivating presentations I’ve watched in a very long time.

I’ve been reflecting a lot since I watched this presentation, and I will now hit you with the highlights, even though my blathering won’t do the topic any justice. Dr. Smith Rumsey touched on how memory is critical for creativity, because imagination is simply, in a sense, memory in the future tense. Memory is also integral to the human experience. Even though we may not understand the cave drawings of millennia past, we still recognize the humanity in them. We are still connected to their memories, and, thanks to the technology of rocks and dye, they have now become our memories as well. Most importantly though, memory is key to self-identity. If a memory is defunct then the past changes, and when the past changes who you are changes with it. Through all of this Dr. Rumsey poses an interesting dilemma: as all of our memories move into the digital space, who becomes responsible for collecting, preserving, and retrieving them? This is a question which can essentially be phrased as “Who is going to sustain culture and individuality in an ultra-connected world?” Simple, right?
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Obviously, I do not have the answer, but I’m glad someone made me think about it. I’m glad I read an email I didn’t have to read and went to a speaker I didn’t have to see because I feel a little bit fuller for having done so. Next time, before you hit delete, read that email, make a memory, save humanity. If I can do it, you can too.
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How to Know if You’re in Too Deep

9/14/2017

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​By Mary Cox
Developing feelings for someone can make things kind of hazy, and that's okay. News and Notes is here to help you sort it out.
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Off the bat, one obvious answer to the dilemma posed in the title of this article may be “writing a relatively well circulated think-piece about them after just three weeks of knowing them.” While this seems both concise and truthful on its face, what it lacks is the pseudo-scientific, anxiety-riddled analysis I think my readership has come to expect — the neurosis-tinged authenticity you all cherish. Always one to please, let’s dive into three of the biggest signs you have fallen too hard. For context, these were, of course, very carefully and meticulously devised through numerous shower monologues and cataloguing of [misread] romantic signals.

One: They ironically ride a RipStik, and you’re prepared to wholeheartedly support it.

The RipStik is specific to my particular case, but can serve as a metaphor for any nostalgia-driven performance art meant to prove you’re not too cool for school while simultaneously asserting the quirky individuality you wear with an air of superiority. Other examples include Razor scooters, Heelys, and children’s backpacks.

To be clear, it’s not the High School Musical backpack in itself that is problematic. High School Musical is an outstanding film franchise. Timeless and ageless. And I commend unapologetic public support of genuine interests; especially interests that are generally disregarded and belittled because of their tie to a young female demographic, but that’s a whole other article.

No, the issue lies in the need to prove your acceptance of fringe interests. It’s a paradox of thinking you're better than other people for not thinking you’re better than other people — something I am able to speak so passionately about because it is a flaw I recognize in myself. Prime example: the preceding two paragraphs in which I assert my own superiority for not feeling the need to assert my superiority in any way. Ultimately, someone who forces you to examine your own shortcomings is the ultimate c***block — to themselves.

Having said all that, I’m ready to RipStik off into the sunset. If you're reading this, RipStik guy, you can RipStik right into my heart.

Two: Your feelings don’t change in the face of a bad haircut.

Empirically, head-shape is a key aspect of physical attractiveness, and haircuts can make or break this. With very few exceptions, a drastic change in hairstyle can drastically change how you feel about someone*. Obviously, I’m very angry about one exception: the guy in my class last fall who dyed his hair platinum blonde and somehow came out the other side of that bleach treatment hotter than ever. That’s just not fair.

In fact, I’m so mad I’ve forgotten what my original point was going to be, but I think this one might be self explanatory. It’s like when my parents still loved me even when I had a perm for the entirety of seventh grade. The difference is they’re obligated to love me. There is no obligation to love your crush’s lil’ peanut head**, yet you earnestly do.

Three: Writing a relatively well circulated think-piece about them after just three weeks of knowing them.

Upon further reflection, this might actually be pretty telling.


​* As a side note, this is in context of a crush, not a long-term relationship. Personal autonomy and being accepting of your partner’s right to that is essential to a healthy relationship.

** Lil’ Peanut Head: The Mixtapes dropping soon.

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