September 17, 2015

EDGE Project at SUU

Hey followers!

As most of you know, I attend Southern Utah University in Cedar City as a Family Life and Human Development major with a minor in Psychology and an emphasis in Family Services. In order to complete graduation requirements, SUU requires a really cool program called the Education Designed to Give Experience (EDGE) project. For this project, we are allowed to choose any type of activity or service project that is approved by EDGE professors. For my EDGE project, I decided to choose to coach volleyball. First and foremost, I was looking for a job so I reached out to several schools in the Iron County area to see if there were any job openings for coaching positions. After no luck, I decided to look for jobs elsewhere. After I had found another job doing retail, I got a call from the Athletic Director at Parowan High School who had seen my resume and wanted me to coach their 7th and 8th grade volleyball team on a volunteer basis. I figured this would be the perfect EDGE project opportunity! I was excited and nervous all at the same time, but I knew it would be a perfect fit for me. Here's why:

I played volleyball competitively from early middle school through high school (and still play, but mostly for fun). I loved the game so much not only because I loved my teammates and we were very successful, but I loved the coaches I had over the years and the way they shaped my life. Many of them were volunteers (especially my middle school coaches) and were there purely because they loved the game of volleyball and wanted to teach us to love it the same. I seriously lucked out with the best coaches, who genuinely cared about not only teaching us how to get better on the volleyball court, but who cared about the individual human beings we were. I felt a love and connection from all of my coaches on and off the court. However, I never really appreciated them until I got out of high school and realized, "Wow, they really impacted my life". 

When I took the coaching opportunity at Parowan High School (their middle schools and high schools are combined), I didn't go in thinking, "Oh I'm going to change these girls' lives". However, I went in thinking, "I am excited to coach these girls the fundamentals of the game that I love so much". Most of all, I was hoping that they would learn that being a competitive athlete can teach many more lessons than just running and jumping. I learned leadership skills, communication skills, friendship skills, and hard work skills from my time playing competitive sports. To put it simple, I was hoping to coach the young aspiring athletes the same things I learned. Oh, and to have a little bit of fun while we were at it.

I was excited, more than anything, for the adventure ahead and for the opportunity that the EDGE project provided me to serve young girls, a school, and a community just like my previous coaches had served me. However, I learned quickly that coaching is not as easy as it looks, and it's not all sunshine and roses. 

I kept journal records from each week of practices and games. Here lies proof of the fact that it was not exceptional fun 24/7, but I learned so much from this experience:

Week one:
The first day I realized how little experience these girls had with volleyball.  I was able to teach them the basics of passing and serving.  We will see how quickly they catch on, but I'm sure we will be practicing passing and serving much more than the other skills. 
The rest of the week we practiced passing and serving, as well as rotations, because we had a game the following week. During week one, I began to realize that this EDGE project would be more difficult than I thought it would due to never coaching volleyball and being inexperienced with adolescent girls (at least since I was one). I am anxious and excited to begin this service project. 

Week two:
This week at volleyball practice was a little more frustrating than the first week.  One of the girls is very uncoachable, disrespectful, and quite frankly kind of a brat (teenagers, ugh).  She texts during practices and games; she constantly asks when practice will be over and leaves games and practices early. It's kind of like these girls have never been on any team with any sort of rules.  This particular girl TELLS us coaches what position she wants to play.  She rolls her eyes when I try to coach her and it's getting really frustrating.  
Our first game was pretty bad, if I’m being honest.  I didn’t expect us to win or anything like that, though.  I am really excited for the growth, progress, and potential I see that will happen.  I am excited to be a coach and a role model for these girls in volleyball and in life. I feel appreciated when the players, teachers at Parowan, and parents tell me thank you for the volunteer work I am doing.  They tell me it has taken a huge load off of their shoulders, and I’m really happy that I can help so much. I look forward to the following weeks and improving on coaching fundamental skills. I hope that I can help these girls learn how to be good student athletes and learn to love the game of volleyball.

Week three:
This week we made a lot of improvement involving volleyball skills.  I noticed how different intellectually each girl is when learning different skills.  Some things are much more confusing than others to each girl.  We finally won some games and it was fun to see their excitement and progress. Many girls are able to serve it over the net, even if it is only once. Progress is progress!
I am starting to get excited for the following weeks and how much we have to improve on. I am looking forward to getting to know the girls more and helping out the school and community by being a coach. I'm starting to realize that while I am helping these athletes learn to play volleyball and have sportsmanship, they are teaching me to be positive, enthusiastic, and patient not only on the court, but in my everyday dealings as well. 

Week four:
This week was more frustrating than the past three. 13-year-old girls are OFF THE RAILS! I am kind of a serious, competitive, get-it-done type of person.  When I was in high school, playing sports was fun, but I was extremely competitive and hard on myself.  Coaching these girls has been a task because I can’t get them to take it seriously (or as seriously as I want them to).  They acted like they didn’t care, and I was upset that they weren’t appreciating me for the efforts I was putting in to coach them.  Realizing this, I kind of was ornery last week and practice and games weren’t all too fun.  One practice, two girls were out of control.  They were hyper, disrespectful, and didn’t care about what was going on in practice. They interrupt me, roll their eyes at me, ignore me, avoid me, disrespect me, and I could swear, purposely try to annoy me.  I have to remind myself that they are pre-adolescents and that they’re just in a stage.  I just hope that I was never like that, even though I’m sure I was (sorry, my old coaches).  I have realized much more difficult this is than I expected. I still love it and learn so much, but it can definitely get frustrating. I am learning so much patience though!
Another thing that happened this week is I had to get mad at one girl during the game.  In games and practices, she gets frustrated with herself, her teammates, and me.  She rolls her eyes, doesn’t slap hands, and is extremely uncoachable.  She ignores my coaching and it honestly makes me feel bad.  I am doing this several hours a week, taking important time out of my day, schoolwork, relationships, etc. and sometimes I don’t feel like it’s worth it.  Not only does said girl offend me as a coach, but she offends and disrespects me as a person.  I do not, as a human being, deserve to be treated like that.  I pulled her aside during the game, after an eye rolling incident, and said, “You have got to have a better attitude.  No more eye rolling ignoring me, not slapping your teammates hands, etc. It’s not acceptable, and it never will be.  I don’t deserve to be treated like this, no one does.  You won’t play if you continue with this bad attitude”.
I realized I am a little impatient and need to be more understanding, especially if I plan on being a social worker or therapist someday.  I have a lot to learn, especially empathy. However, I believe this coaching experience is making me better at those things I am not so good at. I never realized that this experience would help me more than anyone else.

Week five:
This week, I realized I was not really connecting with the girls at practices or games.  I was kind of a mean coach up until this point.  I realized I was thinking about other things that were going on in my life while I should have been more engaged with and focused on the girls.  Because of this, I decided to buy small Gatorade for each of the girls and tie ribbons to them.  I plan on continuing this little project to give each girl before the remainder of the games.  When I was in high school, a tradition my volleyball team did was each girl wear the same ribbon at each game, and by the time state rolled around, we wore all the ribbons together (we won two state championships…. So yeah, I think it worked).  I was expecting the girls to not really care and not really understand or appreciate it, but they were extremely happy, excited, and appreciative.  I think this incident was one of the only times I heard the girls say “thank you” to me.  After this, I felt a little more connected to the girls.  I realized I shouldn’t hold it against them that they aren’t very successful in volleyball, but that I should connect with them, care for them, and be a good example to them.
I realized that if I want to be a professional in human services, I need to be more aware of those I’m helping/dealing with, and I shouldn’t let my busy and stressful personal life get in the way so much.  I had been impatient, ornery, and wanted thing done exactly my way.  I’m slowly but surely realizing that’s not the point.

Week six:
This week one of the girls on the volleyball team quit.  It was out of nowhere, and she didn’t even talk to me about it. Interestingly, this girl seemed to enjoy being there and was the most active and talkative of the group, so I was slightly surprised when she suddenly quit. felt really bad and felt like it was my fault, or maybe one of the other girls' fault. The whole situation made me want to be much more aware of the FULL situation going on, so I can prevent possible bullying and misunderstanding (if that was the case, I never found out).  
Another thing that’s becoming slightly frustrating, that I didn't really anticipate, is that the moms of the players are not minding their own business.  These girls say they can handle things on their own, but I never hear problems from them; I hear it from the mothers!  Parents in the stands, trying to referee, coach, and solve problems on the court is getting so frustrating.  None of these girls are learning to be independent, and I am definitely not feeling appreciated.
It does sound like I'm being super negative, so I think it's time to start being more positive, especially with the girls and when I'm talking about my service project. It's supposed to be an enjoyable experience, but it's been more difficult than anticipated. I am having fun though, at some times. 

Week seven:
This week, I was just straight up disappointed.  I thought that the girls would easily beat the team we were playing Tuesday.  NOPE. Big, fat, NOPE.  We are skilled enough and have made so much progress that I was finally looking forward to having a successful game.  I think I’ve figured it out, though: I’m coaching 13 year olds girls! That’s the problem.  I doubt they go home and think about volleyball.  They think about their friends and boys.  I doubt they practice on their own.  There are only two girls who are apparently and obviously competitive, but the rest of the girls couldn’t care less about losing or winning.  It’s frustrating because I know they can be successful, just like I was when I was there age.  I really did care about the sport and improving!
I am excited to be almost done, but I know I am going to miss it once it's over because there has been many good moments as well. I keep focusing on the bad ones, but they have improved so much as individuals and as a team, and I hope they keep improving and end the season on a good note.

Week eight:
“Wow,” is all I can say about this week. I have learned so much from this experience.
Thursday was our very last volleyball game.  We have 11 players, and only seven of them showed up in Fillmore to play against Millard.  That started the frustration for me.  It made me mad that I had put so much time and energy into practices and only had seven of them show up to their last game!  And they didn’t even tell us.  I had to drive 1 ½ hours to find two of my best players weren’t there, and four of them not there at all.  I had told them all season that they absolutely had to let us know if they weren’t coming to practices or games.  Nope, they never understood that concept (preteens). 
Oh, and it gets better.  Two girls started bleeding during the game (you can’t play with blood on your body) and that left five people on the court, and six are required to play.  One girl fell and hurt her wrist and was absolutely bawling the rest of the game.  That left six girls (after the other girls stopped their bleeding), which screwed up the whole rotation line-up that we had.  Then another girl lost her shoe and felt really embarrassed trying to get it back on in front of the whole crowd.  Five minutes later, said shoe girl started bawling.  When I asked her what was wrong, she said she hurt her ankle.  I didn’t believe her for a second (she wasn’t even limping), she was just crying because she was embarrassed.  And then we lost. 
However, there was an extreme positive to this whole trip to Fillmore! The girls got a pass, set, hit over the net and scored the point off of that. We were so excited, jumping up and down for joy! It was so rewarding to see their hard work pay off, and to see them so excited for accomplishing such a fundamental task.

In the beginning of the season, most of them had never played volleyball, let alone serve a ball over the net. At the end, almost all of them could make a serve over the net, plus knew the fundamentals of volleyball! To see their progress was truly remarkable.

Looking back at my journal entries, I feel bad for how negative I was about the whole situation. I definitely could have been more positive and had a lot better time with it. I know the girls enjoyed there time playing volleyball and I did as well, even though it was more difficult than I though it would be. I give major props to coaches/teachers of any kind, especially to early adolescents. However, this season was overall a very good learning experience. It had its ups and downs for sure, but I am so grateful for the opportunity. I am grateful I was able to teach many girls who had no idea how to play volleyball improve on their volleyball skills. I am grateful I was able to help out the school and community by providing coaching, because without me, they wouldn't have even had a team because there was no one else to coach. I had a very fun time, even though it was more difficult than I anticipated. I am so glad I chose coaching volleyball for my EDGE Project!

Here are a few photos of the journey:




Ribbons and gatorade for "good luck"


Ribbons in their hair. :)



Thanks for reading along!

Carly

April 16, 2015

My Magician of a Husband

You guys, I am 110% sure I married the best possible guy I could have married.

Let me just break it down for you: 

With finals week merely under our belts, things have been a tad stressful. We have been moving to another place in Cedar over the last week and Race has literally done all of the work for that; phone calls and text messages back and forth to the landlord, deposits deposited, items we no longer want/need sold or donated, and driving past the place to see if it's something we for sure want have been all completed by that husband of mine! He's spent late nights after work, games, and finals moving all of our heavy, heavy stuff from one apartment to another. On Thursday night he moved our couch, bed, washer and dryer, and other giant things until 3 AM. I was uselessly laying on our closet floor being all dramatic, saying moving was the worst thing to ever happen to me and he was there putting together our bed and getting everything set up. Friday morning he went to work at 7 am to 11 am (on four hours of sleep) so he could go back to our old apartment and clean while I was at work. The best guy, right?! We have had some help from our family and friends as well- you know who you are; thank you, thank you, thank you! Banana bread will arrive shortly. 

School is over now, but Race went to school everyday and had weight lifting every other morning at 6:45. He didn't come back home after that because he either had a basketball workout or class right after weights. Generally he had class until the afternoon and only sometimes got to come back home before he had to go to another workout or take a test or study or yada yada yada. Oh and let's talk about his classes. YUCK---- being a finance major is probably the thing I would want to do least in this world, but he gets it done. He usually had at LEAST one test a week and I swear, swear, swear was ALWAYS doing taxes. He did a volunteer tax return service program for SUU as well as a bunch of tax tests and assignments. He even did our taxes, and it was kind of hot. ;) Can you think of anything worse? HA but he loves it and is so good at it. He pulled off this semester with killer grades, as always, and I just don't know how he juggles it all! It kills me because I rarely have tests, just papers and presentations. ;) 

THANK GOODNESS for a little bit of a break - except he is taking summer classes so see ya! (I sound like a slacker but I am almost done with my Bachelor's and wouldn't have enough classes left to take next fall and spring to be eligible for my scholarship if I were to take summer classes.)

Anyway, after his morning schedule that goes into the afternoon, he went to his new job. Which ISN'T time for him to relax. He got a summer job doing landscaping and lawn mowing and doesn't even complain about it! He actually loves it. A couple weeks ago the wind was blowing at least a thousand mph and the next day it snowed like mad and he was still out there working like a man. He grew up on a farm and loves dirty work so I just let him love it while I work in my little boutique and watch Harry Potter afterwards. 

Next to his new job he helps coach a little league baseball team and plays on a softball team! Crazy, right? I feel like there's not enough time in a day to do everything he does. But WAIT--- somehow, magically, when I get home, the laundry is started, the dishes done, the bed made, and the living room picked up (mostly Gus's bones and whatever else he's gotten into). Like, let's be real. I'm not complaining - I'm loving this! I'm all about the gender roles being equal in a relationship (like all about it) but in all seriousness I'm feeling like I'm slacking a bit in the household chore department. I'm pretty sure our marriage is: Race: does everything; Carly: gets home and occasionally cooks dinner then watches HP. I sound lazy, but compared to him, I am.

Then Race always does (did) homework and brings me chocolate milk or Oreos and milk in bed. Sometimes he even washes my hair (TMI????) and occasionally blow dries it. He even helped me with my Human Development or Psychology homework and listens to my fascination with the things I'm learning! My favorite is when he brings me a peanut butter cookie and peach lemonade to work. And takes our dog to the park to play with his frisbee. He also just got a new calling in our Ward and of course is going to be doing an A+ job at that. He laughs at my jokes, holds me and laughs/cries with me after I fall down the stairs, watches cheesy movies with me, lets me take pictures of him, doesn't get mad at me when I want to go shopping, lets me go to Centro ten times a week even though it's not his kind of pizza, cuddles me after my nightly nightmare, allows me to take up the majority of our closet space, etc etc etc etc etc. Literally I could go on and on about how selfless Race is. We took a love language quiz a while back and, if you can't tell, I feel loved by someone when they perform acts of service for me. He is such a good guy to love and be loved by!!!! I don't know what I ever did to score such blessings. 

Juggling school, basketball, work, helping with baseball, playing on a softball team (he hit two home runs and a grand slam the first night, plus made two killer run-into-the-fence-and-dive-catches) and being the ALL-TIME best husband literally seems like an impossible task. Race isn't the only one who can score in this relationship (dumb analogy?) I score everyday with my husband. AND I SCORED BIG. 

Loves!!!! (As Race says to me every morning before he leaves),

Carly 

PS- don't expect me to ever stop bragging about him, because I expect him to keep being pretty darn great. 

April 1, 2015

Basketball: Year Two (and How We are Choosing to be Happy)

Where to even begin? This basketball season has been a whirlwind, a roller coaster, an up and down, roll-around jolt of emotions. There were good times and there were bad; weeks of negativity followed by weeks of positivity. However, we persevered and made it to the end of Race's sophomore year of basketball (now if only the semester could be over - it's just the point in the semester where you're like....... "bye"). Race seriously amazed me this year with his offensive and defensive improvements. No matter if they lost or things were getting hard, he endured and improved exponentially. He averaged around 15 minutes a game, with 2.2 rebounds and 5.4 points a game and 80% free throw shooting. I LOVE watching him play... Even if it induces me with ulcers. :) His team made improvements as well: their record last year was like 1-27 and this year was 10-19. I'm sure many of you have heard that Race did debate transferring to play basketball at a different school. He definitely thought hard about it when the season got over; there were countless nights of fervent prayer, hours of phone calls to parents, loved ones, mentors, and coaches, as well as long pros and cons lists. There was a combination of things that attributed to his want to transfer. However, in the end, we realized it would be best for him to finish out at SUU because he will be able to get the most out of his education here. Race will get most, if not all, of his Master's degree paid for by the time he is done with his 4-year basketball scholarship. Basketball is important, yes, and always will be to Race, his family, and our relationship. However, we realized that in the long run, it will be better for him, his career, and our family (and finances;)) to make the most out of his education here at SUU. For the next two years, Race and I want to focus on our education, as well as improvements and positivity in regard to basketball. From all of the advice we got throughout this decision making process, President Hinckley said it best: "It isn't as bad as you sometimes think it is. It all works out. Don't worry. I say that to myself every morning. It will all work out. Put your trust in God, and move forward with faith and confidence in the future. The Lord will not forsake us. If we put our trust in Him, if we pray to Him, if we live worthy of His blessings, He will hear our prayers". We were tested the last couple of years, especially the last few weeks, and we will continue to be tested and face hard decisions. We've learned to rely on each other and the Lord and to just put our best foot forward. Throughout all of the negativity I've felt, I've found how important and refreshing it is to be positive about whatever situation you're in. There comes a point where you have to make the decision to be happy, and not let your atmosphere and outside influences affect that happiness. We are going to be happy that we chose to stay in Cedar City, and we are going to be happy about basketball, our education, our friends, and our family. It's time to choose to be happy. 

PS------ I CANNOT FORGET TO MENTION THIS: Race was this year's Top T-bird (highest GPA on the team) and also got awarded to the Big Sky Academic All-Conference Team. So basically I married a hottie athletic genius.

Now here's a thousand or more photos of this year's basketball season.









I know these are sideways. At this point I don't even want to fix it hahahhaa. I suck at this whole blogging thing.






























 This year, we began with 2 basketball wives and ended with 4! 
Race got awarded the most confident award by his coaches this year. They talked a lot about his improvements and even through the team's struggles and his individual struggles he pushed through and always played great with game winning plays. So yeah.... boo yeah.




 Family friends/Race's old seminary bro!




^My mom sure loves those up close shots. :)



See ya in the fall, Centrum Arena. Or tomorrow and also for the rest of the summer. It's fine.

Carly aka basketball wife