Soccer Moms & Ex-Boyfriends


I have reached a point in the semester where all the constant studying I did in the beginning is paying off.

I can breathe!

Right now, all I have left to do this week is take some Spanish quizzes online.

Y’all don’t even know.

Because of my working ahead, I got to have a pretty chill day today.

I went to psychology this morning, and my sweet professor, who is pregnant, felt horrible, and let us out a few minutes early so she could rest.

Madre & the Crays weren’t coming up for shots yet, so I headed to the ‘Bucks to finish work for tomorrow.

PSL, y’all, PSL.

After going to get shots, I went with Mama to Daybreak to watch the kiddos while she led her group–the Sister Circle.

Today, I watched one of the sisters’ daughters, who is about four or five.

She was fascinated by my purse.

Don’t ask me why, I don’t know.

It’s my $12 brand new Vera Bradley from the GW Boutique.

She also almost took my phone with her when she left.

It was an interesting hour-and-a-half for sure.


Then I came back, went to dinner, and went BACK to Starbucks to study with my favorite couple on campus.

There’s never a dull moment when we are together.

We came back to campus for the soccer game.

This is where the specialness comes in.

The evening started off gorgeously, I mean, look at that sky!

The evening started off gorgeously, I mean, look at that sky!

Tonight the Wesleyan Wolves were facing the Huntingdon Hawks.

Unfortunately, we lost 2-0.

However, my problem isn’t that we lost, it’s that we lost to sore winners.

Technically, Huntingdon scored three times, but one was revoked because they were offsides.

That was the second goal.

After the third, a woman sitting on the Huntingdon side looks at me, the Cat, and Kohl, and yells, “Can’t take that one back, can you?!”


Ain’t NOBODY got time for that.

That’s one thing I can say for our team and fans, we may not always win, but I’ve never heard any outbursts like this from people associated with Wesleyan.

It makes me sad that we can’t all just get along.


It’s never that serious.

I hate it when we let the smallest, dumbest things get in the way of our relationships with others.

It drives me insane!

I’ve heard to many stories and been way too exposed to people who let their presuppositions affect the way they react to certain events and people.

They don’t realize how much their words can hurt.

Even in something as trivial as a soccer game.

We knew we were losing, we didn’t need her to rub it in.

Wesleyan has high standards for respect in our community, and events like this make me so happy that it does.

So please, y’all (and this is a challenge to myself too) think about how you’re going to make someone feel when you say something.

I have a friend who was broken up with recently because she was getting offended by comments her boyfriend was making and decided to speak her mind.

Having experienced a similar breakup, I was mad for her.

She, also like me, has been hurt by those who are supposed to be her peers, and yet make terrible comments because she believes differently.

What. The. French. Toast?

As she is a junior in high school, she’s getting ready to look at colleges, and I told her mom that if she decided to check out Wesleyan, she’s already got a community of sisters ready to accept her and love her no matter her beliefs.

Because that’s the way it should be.

Love somebody,



4 thoughts on “Soccer Moms & Ex-Boyfriends

  1. You get it. So thankful for that. Glad today was good. Laughing about Little Bit. She did enjoy painting though. And you didn’t even mention your car buddy. Either one of them. Ha.
    Good job. Proud of the lenses you are wearing. Love you.

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