I'm not writing this blog to pat myself on the back, I’m actually writing this blog because I realized something today. I am very quick to show others grace and not as quick to show myself grace.
I have been blessed beyond measures with the people that I get to do life with. I have learned in life that the people you surround yourself with truly do have an impact on the person you become, so I have to admit, I am a bit picky. But, I have the absolute best of friends in the world and I am not ready to leave them.
You see, traveling like we did that month and balancing everything else in our lives, didn’t give us the time to process. It was one thing after another after another, and it doesn’t hit you how crazy it is that Loyola kept winning. But in that moment, it did. I saw how huge this stadium was, the court, which was literally raised to a new level, I saw people standing in for the starting line-up as they walked through the production that would take place in a matter of hours. I finally realized where I was, all that my show had done in the past month, and what was to come in a matter of hours. Walking around the arena with Henry we were both pretty quiet, and I have a feeling he was experiencing the same thing I was. It was emotional and while I held back the tears, I wasn’t able to stop the goosebumps on my arms from appearing.
The Nevada game was exciting for me for several reasons: I was sitting press row behind Head Coach Porter Moser and hearing his dialogue during the game; Loyola beat Nevada and was continuing on to the Elite Eight; and my dad was in attendance. My dad had driven down from a business trip in Mississippi to watch the game and cheer on his daughter’s school. It was nice to get to share that moment with him, but also for him to get to see the journalist side of me.
With 0.6 seconds left in the game, senior Donte Ingram hit a long three-point shot that made it in. I swear that shot dropped in slow motion for me and when it went through the hoop I was in awe. Loyola had pulled off the upset and won the game with a final score of 64-62… and I might have shown a little happiness on my face.
Waking up on March 9th, I did what most 21-year-olds do on their birthday—I went to my high school. Okay, so that’s definitely not the normal thing to do, but they had a matinee performance of the spring musical (if you didn't just read musical in Ms. Darbus’s voice, you're doing something wrong.)
Back in December, I planned a trip to Florida to visit my freshman college roommate Katlyn. Before transferring to Loyola, I attended a small school in West Palm Beach, Florida called Palm Beach Atlantic University (PBA). I decided to transfer after my fall semester in search of a stronger journalism program that had a bigger focus on broadcasting. I am beyond happy with the education I am receiving at Loyola and have never regretted my decision to transfer, but I definitely miss all the amazing people that I met at PBA.
I was born in the month of March and as a result it’s always been my favorite month. Looking back at past years, my Marches have always been memory-filled and fun. However, nothing can compare to my crazy, busy, tiring, yet completely amazing March this year. I took 10 plane rides, lived out of a suitcase, turned a milestone age, and only the last was expected. However, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let's start with March 1st and the first of five trips I took that month.