On Wednesday September 26, I took time out of my hectic college schedule and forced myself to vote online for the S.G.A contenders.

Conscientious of my own apathy, I scaled campus that day asking various students if they had voted, or even considered the matter; “No” seemed to be the prominent response that day.

Birthdays are a big deal. Ask anyone you know. It used to be all about getting the best or most presents, but presently the competition has turned into who can have the best, most expensive, unforgettable party. There is even a whole MTV reality series about the very subject.

He has gorgeous blue eyes, looks strong, is kind and his mother taught him to hold the doors for women. I am his; I belong to him. I am bound to him by society’s rules, by his family, by my family. I have chained myself to a fear that I won’t survive without this man, any man.

Brother Reynolds Field looks a little bit different this year as women’s soccer players and fans ease into a new season. Huddled on the shiny, aluminum bleachers, well equipped in scarves and with steaming hot beverages in hand, the view across the field just isn’t the same.

Jump! That’s what high school coaches used to tell their best players to do when going for a basket or rebound. Jump! Since players like Kobe Bryant and Lebron James have come along, that’s what high school coaches now tell their players to do when talking about “jumping” directly from high school to the NBA.