From College to the Working World- Story #2 Final Draft

So, Maggie, what are your plans after college?

This is one of my least favorite questions at the moment. Relevant? Sure. Something I want to think about right now? No.

“Oh, I’ll probably end up in Omaha doing something marketing related,” is the generic response I use, but is this really what I want to do?

Or do I want to try something completely different like California, Colorado, or Minnesota?

I’ve proposed these options to a few different people in my life. One of my coworkers this summer encouraged it, saying something along the lines of “everybody needs to go out and experience something new in their lives” and “I think you should do it,” while nodding. Her kids had moved over halfway across the country, so obviously she endorsed the idea. Short, little Linda had big life advice apparently.

When I tell my mom about this you can see the dread pass across her face. For example, when I mentioned that my boyfriend thought about moving to Minneapolis my mom got practically whiny.

“Minneapolis?? But that’s so far awayyyy.”

“Mom, I wasn’t thinking about it anyway, it’s too cold up there. Besides, it’s not that far away”

She brightened up a little after that.

The thought of moving away is obviously tempting, who doesn’t want to experience more of the world? The question is, would I actually like it?

When I was little, my family used to joke that I would never leave the house since I was attached to my mom at the hip. I used to become indignant when people said this, but were they wrong?

I used to go home every single weekend for my first two years of college, granted that was mainly because of who I was dating at the time, but still.

Even now if I don’t go home for a month at a time I start to get antsy.

Would I really be able to move to an area where I only see my family on holidays or special occasions?

Probably not, but the pressure to decide is killer.

Obviously I’m not the only one that has these feelings; college seniors are faced with these tough choices every year.

Bobbi Meister, the counselor on campus, sees a handful of these worried seniors every year. She says most students are worried about the aspect of change and are anxious about the new lifestyle they’ll be thrown into in a few short months.

“There’s just a lot of stress and anxiety, which is totally normal when you’re dealing with any kind of transition, even if it’s a good one,” Bobbi said.

Bobbi then chuckled a bit while saying, “You guys have been going to school your whole lives, so this is a big difference.”

That being said, her sessions with seniors present her with a lot questions. What is going to happen to the relationships I formed at college? What if I can’t get a job lined up in time? What if I can find a job, but it doesn’t pay well? How will I ever pay back my loans?

Brock Bourek, a Theatre and Arts Administration major, can attest to this. He said he’s worried about, “Where I’m going to live and how I’m going to be able to afford literally anything. I’m a bit concerned about finding a decent paying job in my field.”

These are the questions that plague college seniors, even if they don’t go and visit Bobbi for advice. Luckily for me I won’t have to worry about the loans aspect, but I still have my worries.

After talking to people who have recently graduated, the real world seems to be a bit of a monotonous place.

“I work a lot, but when I’m not working I feel like I have nothing to do,” recent grad, Taylor Hixson, said. She noted it’s probably because seeing old friends isn’t as easy as just going down the hall to see them, making plans is hard.

My roommate, Kaitlynn McShane, is also worried about what her social life will be like after college. She’s considering moving back to Montana, where she has family roots, but is concerned about what making friends will be like when she’s not constantly surrounded by people.

“I’m scared because if I were to move out there by myself I wouldn’t know anybody, so that’s of course scary. When you go to someplace new you wouldn’t know anybody at the job and then you get home and you don’t know anybody and there’s nobody to talk to,” Kaitlynn said.

Seeing as how she is one of the most social people I know, I can see how these concerns plague her.

As for me, I’m mainly concerned about the “inevitable monotony” and not finding a job I like. I don’t want to look back on my college years like some and say, “man those were the best years of my life, it doesn’t get better than that.”

That’s why part of Bobbi’s advice for seniors is to make sure to make time for self care. Good examples of self care would be joining groups that will get you involved with people and finding a support system you can fall back on when times are hard.

Another great step towards easing a case of the “after college worries” is meeting up with Stacie Hayes.

When I talked to recent graduates about who was the most helpful during their senior year, they pointed me to Stacie.

Stacie is the career counselor on campus and has one-on-one senior meetings with students every year.

Although some students still try to avoid her and choose the road of procrastination and denial (an undoubtedly enticing road to be on), meeting with her is ultimately to every senior’s benefit.

Stacie gives students a plan to follow while job searching and fills them in on the areas they might not know about. As she said, “You don’t know what you don’t know.”

I recently had my meeting with her and she filled me in on “what I don’t know” and gave me recommended next steps and suggested deadlines.

Considering how much I like to procrastinate, it’s tempting to put it off and wait until it actually becomes a problem. Although I probably won’t do that this time around, it is very tempting (especially given my track record for pulling things off at the last minute).

So what does life after college hold for me? Still hard to say, but I guess we’re about to find out.

Red Box Review- The Evil Dead

The Evil Dead is a B-grade horror film that captures all of the corny and predictable story lines of most horror movies. A group of friends go to a cabin in the woods and are terrorized by evil spirits during their stay. Between the bad acting and the parts of the movie that made me physically cringe, I can confidently say that I am not a fan.

The Evil Dead is an R-rated horror movie from 1981. This horror flick was directed by Sam Raimi and has received a 95% critic score and 84% audience score on rotten tomatoes.

The storyline and plot were largely predictable and I found myself getting bored at times because of this. For example, Cheryl goes out into the woods when she hears suspicious noises at night. No surprise that bad things happen while she is outside and once she gets back she isn’t the same. Also no surprise that bad things start to happen to everyone else shortly after.

I also found it odd that so many bad things could be happening at this cabin, but in between scenes the characters went back to being largely unaffected. They simply went back to playing their games or making trivial conversation. Don’t you think if your friend came back from the woods looking ragged and scared that you’d have a little bit more to say about it? The dialogue just seemed cringe worthy and unnatural given the circumstances.

Shortly after her outdoor excursion, Cheryl becomes possessed. She stabs a person in the leg with a pencil and starts to go on a rampage. The group struggles to get her shoved into the basement so they can shut the door and keep her contained. They start kicking her as she fights back in an attempt to shut the door. All that I could notice in this scene is that they were obviously kicking a dummy instead of a real person. Needless to say, the special effects in this movie were almost non existent (except when they decided to add in claymation, but that just left me confused).

The level of gore that was shown when the person got stabbed with the pencil unfortunately wasn’t over. In fact, gore seemed to be what Raimi liked to incorporate in this movie the most.

A fight scene ensues once another person becomes possessed, which left me cringing and gawking at the gore more than instilling me with horror. By the end of the scene I had the urge to say, “What the fuck did I just watch?”

This kind of incredulity continued throughout the movie as the gore just kept getting piled on.

I also wasn’t a huge fan of the musical score with its classic, corny sound, but I can’t bash that too much considering the year the movie was made. The sound effects, however, were just ridiculous. During one point in the movie one of the people that became possessed starts laughing an annoying, witchy laugh. After a few minutes worth of this, one of the other characters proceeds to slap her in the face to try and get her to stop, which pretty much summarizes how I felt by this point in the movie.

All and all, if you take this movie for what it is you might enjoy it. It’s a low budget, gory, and predictable horror movie, but I could envision this movie being some people’s “guilty pleasure.”

The film has obviously had success, regardless of my opinion, seeing as it has a 70% or above rating across most critic sites.

Overall, I would give this movie 2 stars out of 5.

Did this movie have shock and awe? Yes. Was it the kind of shock and awe that makes me want to come back to it? Absolutely not.

Story #2 Draft

So, Maggie, what are your plans after college?

This is one of my least favorite stumbling block questions. Relevant? Sure. Something I want to think about right now? No.

“Oh I’ll probably end up in Omaha doing something marketing related,” is the generic response I tend to throw around. But is this what I really want to do?

Or do I want to try something completely different like California, Colorado, or Minnesota?

The indecision is killer.

Obviously I’m not the only one that has this feeling, college seniors are faced with these tough choices every year.

Bobbi Meister, the counselor on campus, sees a handful of these worried seniors every year. She says most students are worried about the aspect of change and are anxious about the new lifestyle they’ll be thrown into in a few short months.

Bobbi chuckled a bit while saying, “You guys have been going to school you whole lives, so this is a big difference.”

That being said, her sessions with seniors present her with a lot of questions. What is going to happen to the relationships I formed at college? What if I can’t get a job lined up in time? How will I ever pay back my loans?

These are the questions that plague many a college senior, even if they don’t go and visit Bobbi for advice. Luckily for me I won’t have to worry about the loans aspect, but I still have my worries.

After talking to people that have recently graduated, the real world seems to be a bit of a monotonous place.

“I work a lot, but when I’m not working I feel like I have nothing to do,” recent grad Taylor Hixson said. As she notes, that’s probably because seeing old friends isn’t as easy as just going down the hall to see them, making plans is hard.

My roommate, Kaitlynn McShane, is also worried about what her social life will be like after college. She’s considering moving back to Montana, where she has family roots, but is concerned about what making friends will be like when you’re not constantly surrounded by people.

“I’m scared because if I were to move out there by myself I wouldn’t know anybody, so that’s of course scary. When you go to someplace you wouldn’t know anybody at the job and then you get home and you don’t know anybody and there’s nobody to talk to, so of course that parts really scary,” Kaitlynn said.

Seeing as how she is one of the most social people I know, I could see how these concerns plague her.

That’s why part of Bobbi’s advice for seniors is to make sure to make time for self care. Join groups that will get you involved with people and keep you happy.

Another great step towards easing a case of the “after college worries” is meeting up with Stacie Hayes.

When I talked to recent graduates about who was the most helpful during their senior year, they pointed me to Stacie.

Stacie is the career counselor on campus and has one-on-one senior meetings every year with students.

Although some students still try to avoid her and choose the road of procrastination and denial (an undoubtedly enticing road to be on), meeting with her is ultimately to every senior’s benefit.

Stacie helps give students a plan to follow while job searching and fills them in on the areas they might not know about. As she said, “You don’t know what you don’t know.”

So what does life after college hold for me? Still hard to say, but we’re about to find out.

Anecdote- Impatient/Rude/Immature

The bus ride to school every morning was an absolute killer and this morning was shaping up to be worse than usual.

My sophomore year of high school, I was the bus assistant and sat by the preschoolers so I could buckle them in between stops. It was pretty easy money, so why not?

One of the preschoolers was a stop ahead of me and was always buckled by the time he got on. He was the worst one of all.

Nonstop gibberish spewed from his mouth and it was loud at all times. He was a real challenge for somebody who already doesn’t like kids. Even the bus driver would lose his temper from time to time and yell at him.

At the next stop, two preschoolers got on. The little girl used to notoriously cry every day and be upset while her little brother would comfort her.

Comforting kids wasn’t in the job description, so I didn’t do it. She would have to get through the tears with her brother’s help, not mine.

The next stop was an alright kid. All I could remember was the time he sneezed and a long string of snot came out of his nose. Why are kids so gross?

Well a string of snot was going to be nothing compared to what happened next. Along the ride, consoling brother tossed his cookies all over his lap.

The first thought that went through my head was “Am I really expected to unbuckle this kid now that he’s puked all over himself? Nooooo way.”

I’m no nursing student, so seeing puke makes me want to abort mission.

When it came to let the kids off the bus driver saved the day and took care of the kid for me.

Who would have known that somebody like me would be taking care of kids. Would you let me be in charge of your little tykes?

Participation Ribbons: Friendly Encouragement or the Entitlement of a Generation?

You might remember the participation ribbon you received in second grade for participating in track and field day, or the one you received in fourth grade for participating in the spelling bee. You didn’t think anything of it and might have thrown it away, simple as that. Little did you know that one day your participation ribbon would become a news story about the entitlement of a generation.

If you type participation ribbons into Google and get past the first page of ads, you’ll see articles with the titles “Participation Ribbons Send a Dangerous Message” and “The Problem With Participation Ribbons.”

How can such a small piece of ribbon cause any problems?

The general consensus around campus is, they don’t.

When asked, people had a hard time remembering when or where they received their participation ribbons and did not recall any true sense of excitement or pride in receiving them.

“I did receive a trophy for my softball team participating in a tournament. I never set it out with my others, as it didn’t mean as much to me, and quite honestly, I was a little embarrassed when someone made a big deal about it and I only got it because I showed up,” education professor Diane Shanafelt stated.

If nobody cares about receiving them, then why all of the backlash? One student, Kelsey Diggins, joked and said it’s because everybody needs something to complain about. The answer is slightly deeper.

The concern from older generations about participation ribbons is partially due to the fact that each generation is entitled in their own way. Psychologist Jessica Pleuss explained that older generations feel entitled to working at the same job until retirement or receiving pensions, while younger generations are more motivated by material goods.

Does this make one generation more entitled than the other? No. It means each generation places their values in life differently.

Even so, has there been a general trend of kids becoming brattier and/or unrulier overall?

Shanafelt says no. She worked with kids for 34 years as an elementary educator in the Sioux City Community School District and still does not believe she’s seen a general trend towards kids becoming more entitled overall.

So what’s the point of participation ribbons anyway?

Participation ribbons are meant to encourage kids to actively participate in activities where they can grow and get better. This gives kids the chance to be fully immersed in an activity and enjoy it before losing has to enter the picture.

Not to say that losing is a bad thing, it helps kids grow and understand where they need to improve in order to succeed. But rewarding young kids for learning a new skill and trying their best is a good starting relationship for further learning.

“If participation ribbons at a young age can help keep a kid interested enough in a sport or game until they are old enough to understand the lessons of losing, then I think they can be a great thing,” English professor David Elder said.

Madison Pierson, a senior, elaborated on her thoughts. “I think participation ribbons are more for the sake of going, ‘Yay, congratulations you completed a thing’ and instilling the ideas of seeing a project through to the end, rather than feeding kids feelings of self entitlement.”

As she further explained, “Getting a participation ribbons in my track and field events in third through sixth grade did not make me feel entitled to varsity on my track team.”

If older generations still believe that giving out participation ribbons instills entitlement and harms children, then why are they still being given out? Tom Maxon, a former youth coach, believes the problem is with the parents.

Maxon believes kids are happy just to play and be involved. It’s the parents that are concerned with whether or not their kid is going to be devastated if they don’t get a trophy. He believes if it weren’t for the parents, kids would be content either way.

“A lot of parents say that they don’t want every kid to get a trophy, but who is giving the trophies to them? The generation that thinks the kids are entitled,” Elder said.

 

Jessica Pleuss: pleussj@morningside.edu

Diane Shanafelt: shanafeltr@morningside.edu

Kelsey Diggins: kad011@morningside.edu

Madison Pierson: mnp002@morningside.edu

David Elder: elderd@morningside.edu

Tom Maxon: maxon@morningside.edu

Maggie Ganley

Maggie. Not one of the most popular names in the world, but it’s mine. In fact, my name is probably more popular amidst dogs than it is amidst people.

And no, my name isn’t short for Margaret, which people sometimes ask upon meeting me. Just Maggie. Maggie like the Simpson’s character, Maggie like the dog, nothing too special (although I’d love it if a dog was actually named Margaret and it was Maggie for short).

Marie. By contrast, one of the most popular middle names in the world. Your typical “basic white chick” middle name if you will. It was my grandma’s middle name and my mom passed it down to me, but it’s still nothing unique.

Ganley. My last name is pretty straight forward, but some people still struggle with the pronunciation. Gain-lee is a common mispronunciation that gets thrown around. Misspellings are also common, people aren’t quite sure where to put the ‘e’.

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My name is Maggie Ganley. It’s pretty easy to spell once you know how. It’s M-a-g-g-i-e G-a-n-l-e-y. Some people misspell my last name or ask me if my first name is spelled M-a-g-g-y, which seems pretty silly to me. Some of friends have dogs that also have my name! It can get a little confusing, sometimes I don’t know if they’re talking to her or to me. And no, my name isn’t short for Margaret! Margaret is an old lady name and I’m no old lady.

Entitlement- Rough Draft

You might remember the participation ribbon you received in second grade for participating in track and field day or the one you received in fourth grade for participating in the spelling bee. You didn’t think anything of it and might have thrown it away, simple as that. Little did you know that one day your participation ribbon would become a news story about the entitlement of a generation.

If you type participation ribbons into Google and happen to get past the first page of ads, you’ll see articles with the titles “Participation Ribbons Send a Dangerous Message” and “The Problem With Participation Ribbons.”

How can such a small piece of ribbon cause any problems?

The general consensus around campus is, they don’t.

People had a hard time remembering when or where they received their participation ribbons and did not recall any sense of true excitement or pride in receiving them.

“I did receive a trophy for my softball team participating in a tournament. I never set it out with my others, as it didn’t mean as much to me, and quite honestly, I was a little embarrassed when someone made a big deal about it and I only got it because I showed up,” Diane Shanafelt stated.

Others groggily recalled receiving them here or there for track and field events or for sporting events they participated in.

If nobody cared about receiving them, then why all of the backlash? Fellow student, Kelsey Diggins, joked and said it’s because everybody needs something to complain about. The answer is slightly deeper.

It’s partially due to the fact that different generations are entitled to different things as psychologist Jessica Pleuss explained. Older generations might have felt entitled to working at the same job until retirement or receiving pensions. Younger generations are more motivated by material goods.

“I’m not convinced that today’s emerging adults are any more entitled than other generations, I think that they’re just differently entitled,” Pleuss said.

Shanafelt worked with kids for 34 years as an elementary educator in the Sioux City Community School District and still does not believe she’s seen a general trend towards kids becoming more entitled overall.

Even so, there is an art to giving out participation ribbons effectively from a psychological standpoint.

Participation ribbons are meant to encourage kids to actively participate in activities where they can grow and get better. However, once participation ribbons are introduced into a competitive setting, they are no longer effective. Giving out participation ribbons in tournaments, where the goal is to reward those that are better than others, does not make sense.

Madison Pierson, a senior, elaborated on her thoughts as well.“I think participation ribbons are more like for the sake of going, ‘Yay, congratulations you completed a thing’ and instilling the ideas of seeing a project through to the end, rather than feeding kids feelings of self entitlement.”

As she further explained, “Getting a participation ribbons in my track and field events in third through sixth grade did not make me feel entitled to varsity on my track team.”

Don’t let other generations shame you because of the participation ribbon you won in the second grade, there’s more to you than your “entitlement” to a ribbon.

Jessica Pleuss: pleussj@morningside.edu

Diane Shanafelt: shanafeltr@morningside.edu

Kelsey Diggins: kad011@morningside.edu

Madison Pierson: mnp002@morningside.edu

Reconstruct a Scene- Kaycie’s Story

Kaycie received a rude awakening on Sunday morning when she learned she was working 11am-7pm that day. She got called into work after a coworker called in sick, which wouldn’t have been so bad had she not worked 8pm-3am the night before. She got out of bed and got ready for the day.

She showed up for her shift at Firehouse, a bar downtown, a little bit before 11 am. The place is nothing remarkable. Advertisements for beer and Iowa Hawkeye memorabilia cover the walls, TVs broadcast sports, and regulars sit at the bar. A little bit trashy, but what more can you really expect from a bar?

Unfortunately for her, Sunday marked the first NFL game of the year. The bar flooded with people, each demanding that the TV closest to them play the game they wanted to watch. Kaycie covered the inside while one of her coworkers covered the outside. It was a crappy experience and the two were scrambling to get things done.

The two were slammed until another person showed up for their shift at 2pm and then another showed up at 4pm. The bar was definitely easier to manage with four hands on deck. Around 4pm another notable person also arrived at the bar.

Pauly walked in, limping a little as he went, and towed his oxygen tank alongside him. Although he is only a man of 65, his appearance would suggest he’s much older. This probably has something to do with his overall scruffy appearance, his smoking habit, and the fact that he downs four mugs full of Diet Coke a night even though he’s a diabetic. Needless to say, he doesn’t take care of himself.

Even though he looks like he might have rolled in off of the streets, he’s actually a semi-well known millionaire around the area. He inherited a farm from his family and has been rolling in the big bucks ever since. He doesn’t share that money with his wife and kids, because he doesn’t have any. His rationale is, “Who needs wife and kids when you can sleep with a different prostitute every night?”

He recognizes Kaycie and calls out to her as he usual does.

“Kaycie, Kaycie, Kaycie,” he said, as he liked to say names in threes.

He plops down at the bar and gets right into his story telling for the night. He very matter of factly starts telling her about the Asian massage places in Sioux City that give out “happy endings.” He said the last massage place he went to asked him if he would liked one. He shelled out $100 and boom he received a happy ending indeed.

The story ended there, but he didn’t. He repeated himself for another hour and a half telling her, and anybody that would listen, the same story over and over again.

Although it might be annoying to listen to the same, weird old man tell his stories over and over for a couple of hours straight, Kaycie did get some entertainment out of it.

One of the other regulars paid their conversation a listening ear and started chiming in as well. The man was significantly younger than Pauly and wore boxy, plaid glasses. You could tell he was a total stoner, but he was funny to be around.

As he listened to Pauly’s story he started to chime in every time he repeated himself and make snarky comments. Pauly was always too dense to notice, so plaid glasses guy and Kaycie had a fun time making fun of him without Pauly even noticing.

Eventually, it came time for Kaycie to clock out and head back home for the day. Soon it’d be time to start the whole thing over again on Thursday.

Entitlement (Sketch)

You might remember the participation ribbon you received in second grade for participating in track and field day or the one you received in fourth grade for participating in the spelling bee. You probably didn’t think anything of it at the time and might have thrown it away, simple as that. Little did you know that one day your participation ribbon would become a hot, new story about how entitled your generation is.

If you type participation ribbons into Google and happen to get past the first page of ads, you’ll see articles with the titles “Participation Ribbons Send a Dangerous Message” and “The Problem With Participation Ribbons.”

Whoa, whoa, whoa, how can such a small piece of ribbon cause any problems?

Re(Construct) a Scene

It was a typical weekend night. MAC was putting on their first  Midnight Movie of the semester at the Carmike Cinema at the mall. Students overflowed the lobby and the line almost went out the door. People talked amidst their groups and the theater buzzed with conversation.

I had a devilish plan in mind for the night, one that I knew I’d enjoy. It was time to make my poor, innocent boyfriend watch a movie that would give him nightmares. One that would trigger him specifically because he’s afraid of clowns. The time was drawing near to watching Stephen King’s It.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself as I watched him start to get nervous. It wasn’t hard to tell that he already regretted his choice to come.

Midnight struck and after hearing the spiel that MAC members have to give about rules, students started to funnel in to the theater.

The time had arrived.

The theater that featured It that night was packed. Everybody was ready to get scared, but I was ready to get entertained.

Lucky for me, the movie dove head first into the scares.

I watched as It’s face monstrously contorted into something of nightmares and he dragged Georgie down to his death. As the audience was audibly shocked and scared, my eyes darted over to Eamon’s horrified face. He shielded his eyes from what he was seeing. I laughed to myself.

As the movie continued on, I became more and more entertained by his reactions and less and less worried about what was going on in the movie. His scared commentary was something to behold.

He wasn’t the only one. As you can imagine, watching this movie with a theater full of college students made for some interesting laughs, audible gasps, and excellent commentary. You could say I enjoyed the experience.

When the movie ended, I was told that was one of the worst decisions he’s ever made.

Needless to say, I’m a mean girlfriend and he had nightmares for weeks.