I'm McLovin' It: The McDonald's Rebound Theory

I'm McLovin' It: The McDonald's Rebound Theory

What do a one-night stand with your ex and McDonald's have in common? Pretty much everything.
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It’s been a few months since you and your ex broke up. In fact, things are at the point where you guys are now “friends” – essentially, you’re civil (to their face) and don’t feel like hurling every time you run into them on campus. But, there’s a part in each of you (be it a very small, possibly infinitesimal) that can’t help but sometimes reminisce about “back when.” Couple that notion with the atmospheres of cuffing season and Christmas break, and you just might find yourselves meeting up for “old times sake.” You try to justify it by reasoning with your friends—“it’s fine, completely platonic. I swear nothing’s going to happen! We’re friends who want to hang out, that’s all.” While this may be your original motive (doubtful) you just might find that original spark still there (albeit very, very dim..), and before you know what happened one thing led to another and you wake up with something that’s only slightly less shameful than a random one-night stand. And with that being said, you may just discover that a one-night stand with your ex and a meal at McDonald’s have more in common than you think. Here’s how:

  • It’s convenient. Why go through the time and effort of finding someone new when you have a more accessible situation at hand? If all you want is a grab-and-go type scenario, then what makes more sense than the ex-for-sex??
  • It’s predictable. You know exactly what you’re getting. Here’s the thing about new situations—they’re unpredictable. People have different ways of behaving in situations and sometimes that can be frightening. A Big Mac with fries is always going to be the same, and similarly, so will the physical dynamic between you and your ex. The leap out of your comfort zone can sometimes be scary, so you may just find yourself leaping into their arms instead (disclaimer: an estimated 105% of individuals say they wish they would’ve taken the leap of faith in hindsight).
  • Instant regrets. You will probably hate yourself after. I get it. McDonald’s is great. It satisfies your hunger and probably tasted pretty good too. But when you realized that the small meal you consumed had just as many calories as Thanksgiving dinner, the panic will set in, along with the regrets. You’ll realize that you chose instant gratification over long-term satisfaction, and you’ll resolve to do better next time. In fact, your diet starts now. This brings us to phase four.
  • Cut yourself off. Once you realize the entire situation was due to a lapse in judgment, you’ll rethink your life choices and resolve to stay away. No more McDonald’s, and no more 3am “hiii whatr u doin I misz u” texts (at least to this person!). I mean what were you thinking going to McDonald’s anyways?? But lesson learned, we all make mistakes. Obviously this will never happen again, it was a one-time thing. And of course it was. Next time you want a quick and easy fix, there’s always Burger King, Taco Bell, and your long list of ex-lovers. And so the cycle continues.
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The Coach That Killed My Passion

An open letter to the coach that made me hate a sport I once loved.
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I fell in love with the game in second grade. I lived for every practice and every game. I lived for the countless hours in the gym or my driveway perfecting every shot, every pass and every move I could think of. Every night after dinner, I would go shoot and would not allow myself to go inside until I hit a hundred shots. I had a desire to play, to get better and to be the best basketball player I could possibly be.

I had many coaches between church leagues, rec leagues, personal coaches, basketball camps, middle school and high school. Most of the coaches I had the opportunity to play for had a passion for the game like I did. They inspired me to never stop working. They would tell me I had a natural ability. I took pride in knowing that I worked hard and I took pride in the compliments that I got from my coaches and other parents. I always looked forward to the drills and, believe it or not, I even looked forward to the running. These coaches had a desire to teach, and I had a desire to learn through every good and bad thing that happened during many seasons. Thank you to the coaches that coached and supported me through the years.

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Along with the good coaches, are a few bad coaches. These are the coaches that focused on favorites instead of the good of the entire team. I had coaches that no matter how hard I worked, it would never be good enough for them. I had coaches that would take insults too far on the court and in the classroom.

I had coaches that killed my passion and love for the game of basketball.

When a passion dies, it is quite possibly the most heartbreaking thing ever. A desire you once had to play every second of the day is gone; it turns into dreading every practice and game. It turns into leaving every game with earphones in so other parents don't talk to you about it. It meant dreading school the next day due to everyone talking about the previous game. My passion was destroyed when a coach looked at me in the eyes and said, "You could go to any other school and start varsity, but you just can't play for me."

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Looking back now at the amount of tears shed after practices and games, I just want to say to this coach: Making me feel bad about myself doesn't make me want to play and work hard for you, whether in the classroom or on the court. Telling me that, "Hard work always pays off" and not keeping that word doesn't make me want to work hard either. I spent every minute of the day focusing on making sure you didn't see the pain that I felt, and all of my energy was put towards that fake smile when I said I was OK with how you treated me. There are not words for the feeling I got when parents of teammates asked why I didn't play more or why I got pulled after one mistake; I simply didn't have an answer. The way you made me feel about myself and my ability to play ball made me hate myself; not only did you make me doubt my ability to play, you turned my teammates against me to where they didn't trust my abilities. I would not wish the pain you caused me on my greatest enemy. I pray that one day, eventually, when all of your players quit coming back that you realize that it isn't all about winning records. It’s about the players. You can have winning records without a good coach if you have a good team, but you won’t have a team if you can't treat players with the respect they deserve.

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Towson Swimming And Diving's Relationship With The Special Olympics Is So Important

Supporting such a great foundation has been an incredible experience.

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It is evident that people with an intellectual disability face a difficult, uphill battle to achieve acceptance and other benefits of society that most people take for granted. The Special Olympics is such an important tool for these people, which I have recently had the privilege to learn first hand.

Each year, the Towson swim and dive team helps coach and work personally with a Special Olympics program. We set aside a Saturday morning after practice each month to work with local Special Olympians in the pool. This consists of providing them with practice and helping them complete it to the best of their ability.

Through doing this, I have met so many lovely, genuine people.

Our team coming together to support such an important foundation is truly the best feeling. It is incredibly moving to not only meet the athletes, but actually get to know them. We spend so much time talking and working with these Special Olympic athletes on how to get better, and it makes the meet hosted for them at the end of their season even more heartwarming for us to witness.

This past weekend, our team hosted and competed against Drexel University's swim and dive team. We had a break during the meet to bring in all of our Special Olympians to each race in one event of their choice. From the moment all of them walked onto the pool deck, the joy they brought was naturally contagious. There is just something so sincere about each of these Special Olympians' smiles that when all of them were together sharing the spotlight, the place was radiating positivity. It made me realize that everyone was there to simply celebrate the ability of these people, instead of focus on disability.

The opportunity to help Special Olympians become better at the sport I love made me realize so much. After high school, most Special Olympic athletes do not get the opportunity to compete anymore on teams or individually as I do, which is why unified sports events are so crucial. Teaching these Special Olympic athletes how to compete and seeing how excited they could be reminded me to enjoy the competition I am so lucky to be surrounded with.

The image of our home pool exploding with joy and energy for these Special Olympians who were so proud to be competing in a race is forever engrained in my mind.

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