Writing Samples

Spring Game

This past weekend marked my first but hopefully not last college football experience. The annual spring game exceeded my sky-high expectations of American football with a huge crowd, lots of enthusiasm and the biggest stadium my seasoned eyes have seen in a while. My slightly hungover girlfriends and I grabbed ourselves a seat, ice-creams and put our sporting knowledge to the test. Turns out, we know nothing. It so happens that without the commentary, slow motion replays and my father’s coaching, I know little about American football.

I attempted to compare it to my native country’s equivalent, AFL, a sport I am particularly fond of. My vast knowledge on Australian Rules football, a mixture of Gaelic football, Soccer and Rugby, unfortunately failed to provide me with any clues as to the practices of American Football. I gave up, enjoyed the sunshine, passionate crowd and abundance of fit bodies on display, no complaints.

Despite not walking away with any additional football knowledge, I did walk away with new-found knowledge from my time in Boone Pickens Stadium. One, not wearing orange to a sporting event in Stillwater will ensure you long, resentful stares from your peers. Two, don’t do a football game hungover and three, college football is bloody brilliant.

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Big Apple

During a moment of weakness I spent money I don’t have on a weekend trip away to New York City. I thought about the exotic food, great shopping and abundance of activities. Having just returned from my solo weekend away I have learnt a few things I never thought possible. I missed Stillwater, I missed my bed in Stillwater and I missed the weather in Stillwater.

New York has taught me to never take Oklahoma’s weather for granted, something I never thought I would or could be saying. The absolute promise of wind everyday regardless of the forecast provides stability I just don’t have in the City.  I know it will be windy, but sadly there’s no such guarantee in NYC as I recently found out. What. A. Pain. My visit to the Big Apple also pointed out a few deficiencies in their accommodation that humble old Oklahoma generally doesn’t have to deal with. Space. Oklahoma is one big, wide, open space and as I found out $50 a night in the city will literally only get you a bed and not one built for any life form over 5ft tall.

I guess what I’m trying to say Stillwater is, as my time here is sadly running out and I’m really, genuinely going to miss you and I’m showing it in the only way I know how, by back-handed compliments.

Heres the link to the worst Manhattan hotel $50 can buy, where only the bravest survive.

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