Wednesday, February 15, 2006

My completed journal entry...
J2/ Growing up, you belonged to several communities, but the most obvious one was probably the community that you lived in...your neighborhood. As a young adult, you are moving away from that community and entering others. Help your classmates and me visualize the communities that you belong to as the neighborhood where “You” currently reside. In other words, if “You” were neighborhood, comprised of different houses with residents inside of them which represent the different communities that you consider yourself part of, what would it look like? From the list of communities that you wrote down for Journal 1, choose 4-6 communities and describe them as houses on “You” street. In order to help us truly understand the nature of these communities—their members, their shared beliefs, and the tensions/controversies within them—you may want to begin by freewriting about the following questions (adapted from Thomas Deans):
The first house on my neighborhood would definitely be the house containing my immediate family; that is, my mom, my dad, my brother, and my sister. They are the people that I can always count on, that I know will always be there for me no matter what. They play a huge role in my life, as they represent my roots and my upbringing. I know in my heart that no matter what squabbles we may find ourselves in, we will always resolve it in the end, because that is how much respect and care we have for each other. They have also affected my political affiliations, my choices in sports (soccer, for the most part), and even my choice in college (my brother graduated from RMC in 05). This house contains all of my baby pictures and childhood memories, from building forts with sofa cushions, to exploring the creek behind our house. Everyone in my family has pretty much the same sense of humor, save my dad, and this leads to some confrontations between my father and the rest of us. Things we find funny, he finds childish, but we always end up laughing it off in the end. Also, as with most families, there is a certain level of sibling tension. I will fight with my brother over such futile things as who’s socks im wearing, or what channel to watch on the big screen. I will fight with my sister over all of the DVD’s she has stolen from me, and she will continue to this day to deny any such wrongdoing. However, these controversies and tensions are only out of love, and for the mere fact that we all see a little too much of each other when we are all home.
The second house on my neighborhood would be, what I call, the "Soccer House." Soccer is one of the most important things in my life, for the simple fact that it keeps me grounded. No matter what is going wrong in my life elsewhere, whether it involves school, relationships, or family troubles, I know that I can go kick around the ball and just escape for a little while. It offers me salvage from the more harsh realities of the real world, and lets me experience youth when I know that I am quickly approaching true adulthood. All of the people that I play soccer are always people that I feel like I can count on and trust. When you go through the hardships of a season, as me and my teammates have, you gain a bond that is very similar to a family environment. The main difference in this, however, is the lack of a mother, as our coach definitely plays the role of father figure. Here at school, he holds meetings with us weekly, just to find out how things are going and what we are up to. He sticks by us when we need his help, and my teammates and myself know that we would do the same for him. As with any sports, tensions are high, especially when we have such a passionate group of athletes. I have gotten into fights with my teammates and my coaches over petty issues, but I have always been able to resolve these issues with them the next day or night. In this way, they are very similar to the structure of my family; of course fights will happen, but when you see people as much as I see my teammates, a few things are bound to get on your nerves at some point.
My fraternity, Theta Chi, would be the third house on the neighborhood of "Me." My Theta Chi brothers here at Randolph-Macon are basically my most trusted friends at school. In fact, many of them also play on the soccer team with me, which only heightens the bond between us. The rewards of being in this community are countless. These guys act like true brothers to me, and will do anything they can possibly do in order to help me, no matter what the cost. Our motto is "to lend a helping hand," and I think that is exactly what we do for each other and anyone else we come into contact with. Of course, when your dealing with a group of over 40 guys, tensions are bound to be high. Not every brother is my best friend, and in fact, some of them annoy me to no end. Being in a fraternity with someone reveals a lot about their character, and so nothing is left hidden between us. Because of this, we are bound to find people that we just plain dislike among eachother. However, our brotherhood is stronger than that, and we stay united in order to help one another and look past our personal issues. This membership has given me countless networking skills that I will be able to use in the real world to my advantage.
The fourth and final house on my street would be the Minnesota Vikings house. This house would definitely be the roomiest in the neighborhood, seeing as I am the only Vikings fan that I know. I came to become a Vikings fan our of a sheer hate for the Washington Redskins, the local team, as well as the Pittsburgh Steelers, my brother’s team. I began paying attention to the NFL in about 1998, the year that the Vikings drafted Randy Moss. Since then, I have lived vicariously through them and their exploits in the NFL. The benefits in this community, up to this point in my life, have been slim to none. They have only made it to one NFC championship game in my years as a fan, and have never made it to the Super Bowl. However, they represent my overall passion for sports, as even the crappiest of seasons can not change my outlook as a fan. I stick by them through thick and thin, just as my family, fraternity brothers, and fellow soccer players have done for me. I will also continue to support them no matter what happens, as I know I will do for my family, brothers, and teammates. The only tension in this group exists between myself and the team when they lose a game. I will literally be mad for the entire week if they lose a game, and sadly, I have experienced more of these weeks then winning weeks. However, I know that I will stay true to them as a fan and as a member of their community, if for nothing else than the freedom of being the only one in the Minnesota Vikings house.


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