Hello, again. It’s me, the resident old fart. Won’t that girl graduate already?
Usually I feel like the spring semester flies by, but this fall semester FLEW BY. My first semester at UMass Amherst is complete, now I’m just anxiously awaiting my grades.
My first semester here was pretty interesting. I was so used to my safety net of professors and mentors at UMass Lowell that I forgot how I got one in the first place: TALKING! COMMUNICATION! I was convinced one of my professors hated me after getting pulled aside by my coach for midterm evaluations. Apparently, she thought I was slacking and I wasn’t doing as well as I thought I was. I put off talking to her until Thanksgiving break–it was a complete misunderstanding. She was convinced that I wasn’t interested in the material (although, a class that strictly reads memoirs about coping with death can get a little redundant…and just boring), while I was convinced she hated everything about me. Of course it was a misunderstanding, because I’m a lovely person. It does take much more effort to talk to the professor at bigger schools, and I’ve never had a Teaching Assistant before so that was new to me as well. I don’t hate it because some of them were very good looking…
It took some getting used to taking classes in huge lecture halls and trying to stay focused. One of my classmates needed a American Sign Language interpreter…well, I should learn sign language because the first few weeks of the semester I watched the interpreter more than I listened to the professor. I guess I didn’t realize how much the language relied on facial expression like spoken English. That’s completely beside the point—but I taught myself how to refocus in a lecture hall.
I have also gotten used to training with other people again, haha. It’s way more fun. It was a realization I had one competition practice we had. I cheered them on. It was like a lightbulb, “OH…I have teammates?!” I haven’t had other female vaulters on a team since…well, never. Well, maybe for a few weeks outdoor my freshman year in high school when one of the girls wanted to vault—but then that girl quit. (suckerrr!) I love my lady vaulters and it feels really nice to actually have other girls to train with. We have a lot of fun at practice.
It’s kind of weird to read everyone’s posts about competing already at meets that I’ve competed in years past. We are no where close to competing and they changed the location of that meet already…so I’m not even sure what I’m doing. (haha, what else is new?) I’m itching to compete, but I know that I’m nowhere ready. There’s still a lot to work on, but I do feel stronger and faster than ever. I know this because none of my clothes fit. I’m sure this with translate over into my vaulting eventually with higher heights, hopefully.
For now, I have until January 4th off to spend time with family and friends and work out on my own. Then we come back for winter training. Nothing but eat, sleep, and track. It’s my favorite time of the year. I can’t wait to train and hang out with the team without the stress of academics.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE! Can’t wait to see you guys at meets soon!