Exploring the Trails at Stockton

Students at Stockton have a variety of ways to stay physically active.  Some play on sports teams and others participate in intramurals.  The I-Wing and Sports Center gyms also make it very easy for students to stay in shape and remain active.  However, one of Stockton’s best kept secrets are the trails that crisscross the campus.

As a runner, I am always looking for new and more exciting places to run.  The trails at Stockton are a combination of well-maintained trails, dirt service roads, and trails that lead to dead ends.  One of my favorite trails is called the Four Mile Trail.  It encompasses all the areas of the Stockton campus.  The trail begins in between A-Wing and the Arts and Sciences Building.  The trail forms a large loop that ends at the same starting location.  The route of the trail is easy to follow because it is marked with posts (pictured below) that tell you the direction to go and how far you have gone.  Whether running at a brisk pace or just strolling along, it is hard not to admire the beauty of nature.  If you decide to go out and explore the trails, bring a friend along.  It can be a little disconcerting walking or running by yourself in the woods for the first time.  Also, get back to “civilization” before dusk; the trails get very dark at night.

One really cool way that Stockton could attract more people to the trails is by placing geocaching containers in certain locations.  Geocaching is an outdoor activity that uses a GPS to find a hidden treasure by giving the player the coordinates of a nearby location.  The player puts the coordinates into his or her GPS and uses clues such as pictures to find the treasure.  Regardless, go outside and get active.  Appreciate Stockton for all that it has to offer.

A Marker on the Four Mile Trail

E.D.I.B.L. bug tasting

Monday November 19th can best be described as a perfect storm.  Two short papers, a four page rough draft, a full annotated bibliography, and a 12 page lab report were all due, with an intimidating biology exam to study for.  Needless to say, there was very little sleep to be had, but plenty of stress to go around. It wasn’t until the sun set that the pace slowed, and a breather could finally be had.

My friend and I have developed a tradition here at Stockton: to end any stressful day with copious amounts of eating.  We headed to N- Wing dining, disappointed to find a Thanksgiving dinner that had reached full capacity. And so we were forced to consume the over-priced food of the Campus Center, still hungry after the meager meal.  The night seemed doomed to fail, but then an E.D.I.BL. poster caught my eye, advertizing free food with Chef David Gordon.  Of course there was a catch, namely that the free food consisted of bugs.  But we were hungry and intrigued, and so headed over to the Event Room for what promised to be an interesting event.

The room was just filling up as we got there.  Ignoring the ominous sign of required waivers, we found our seats and chatted nervously.  We had no idea what to expect of a man nicknamed “the Bug Chef”, and so were pleasantly surprised when he took the spotlight; he had an agreeable sense of humor that was paired with an entertaining quirkiness.  As the frying pan heated, he talked about the practicality and tastiness of bug eating.  His points focused on protein and the wastefulness of traditional foods, noting the various cultures around the world that munch on insects.  Surprisingly, the entire room seemed to be nodding in agreement, myself included.

The time came for the actual cooking and consumption of the bugs.  We were to prepare everything from tarantula to grasshopper, watching in both disgust and admiration.  He waved the specimens in front of us nonchalant, explaining the exact methods for cooking different pests.  He asked for volunteers, and almost every hand in the room shot up; feeling brave, I added my own to the sea of arms.  My friend was shocked and disgusted, and did her best to pull down my arm. The subsequent struggle grabbed the attention of the Bug Chef, and I was called up to the front.

The dish was fried, breaded scorpion.  The creature was thrust into my hand, with orders to soak it in milk and roll it in cornflakes.  I was instructed “to really get it on there,” and cautioned not to neglect the tail, for that is evidently the chewiest section.  Cameras flashed, recording the progress of the unusual task.  I was surprisingly tolerant of the ordeal, and was in fact hoping for a taste.

Although I never got to try a scorpion or even the tarantula, the night can be considered a success.  Chex Mix with crickets proved to be a suitable distraction for stress, and chocolate covered grasshopper was enjoyable enough for second portions.  In the end I am glad that spontaneity led us to this event, for it gave us an interesting experience that will be difficult to forget.  And while I am proud to be one of the few Americans to have willingly eaten an insect, the urge is now gone; I do not see myself joining E.D.I.B.L. any time soon.  Still, a candied- grasshopper is never out of the question.

 

The 8th Annual Day of Service

On January 16th, Stockton College held its 8th Annual Day of Service in which students and faculty worked on various service projects that benefitted the local community.  Not coincidentally, this Day of Service was held on the Martin Luther King, Jr., federal holiday.  During the opening remarks, the speakers connected the day’s purpose with the life and vision of Martin Luther King, Jr.  Besides honoring the life of a great civil rights leader, this holiday was also envisioned as a call for Americans to go out and volunteer in their communities.

The Day of Service took place both on-campus and off-campus at charities in the surrounding community.  My project that day was working at the Gilda’s Club of South Jersey in Linwood, NJ.  Stockton sent seven students to Gilda’s Club, and upon arriving, we were greeted by Adria Light, Gilda’s program manager.  Before assigning us the tasks for the day, the group learned about the purpose and history of Gilda’s Club.  Gilda’s Club was named after a former Saturday Night Live comedian named Gilda Radner.  In 1989, Radner died from ovarian cancer, and Gilda’s Club was formed in her honor.  The purpose of Gilda’s Club is to provide emotional support for people and their families who are suffering from the effects of cancer.  Gilda’s Club is a free service to the community, and today, there are 22 Gilda’s Clubs in the United States offering their support and care to all who need it.

The primary job that Ms. Light had our group complete was cleaning the clubhouse.  Each person chose a different job to do.  I primarily washed windows while other people swept and vacuumed floors.  Ms. Light first sent us to clean an area of the clubhouse that is leased to local businesses.  These local businesses provide a source of income for the club that helps fund many of their programs.  Spending the Day of Service at Gilda’s Club was a wonderful experience.  It felt great to help a local charity that keeps the spirits up for those suffering from cancer.

 

Leon Redbone Concert

On November 20th, I had the opportunity to attend a Leon Redbone concert which was hosted by the Stockton Performing Arts Center.  Leon Redbone is a talented singer and guitar player who combines the genres of jazz, blues, and ragtime into his performances.  Redbone was accompanied by an equally talented piano player, named Paul Asaro, who added depth to each song that was played.  These two musicians worked very well together and this concert very enjoyable.

At the start of the concert, Leon Redbone walked on stage dressed in his trademark Panama hat and dark tinted sunglasses.  He sat down on a chair in the center of the stage and began to speak to the audience as if he had known all of us for a lifetime.  Redbone had no trouble in conveying his personality to the audience.  Whether he wanted to tell the audience about a song’s significance, or simply to crack a joke, he had no problem making himself feel at home at Stockton.  Whether singing or speaking, Redbone’s most interesting quality was his voice.  His voice had a deep and smoky sound to it which made him seem both mysterious and grandfatherly at the same time.

Nearly all of the songs that Leon Redbone performed came from the Jazz Age of the 1920s.  Redbone sang popular songs of that period such as Big Time Woman by Wilton Crawley and Mr. Jelly Roll Baker by Lonnie Johnson.  An interesting aspect of the performance was Redbone’s reliance on Paul Asaro, the piano player, to choose the next song that he would play.  As a form of gratitude Redbone gave Asaro a solo during the performance and allowed him to play a song of his choice.  Asaro chose to play Blueberry Rhyme, a ragtime song composed by James P. Johnson, which fit the mood of the performance.

The magic of this performance was that it brought the audience back to an earlier time in American music.  Leon Redbone exuded a certain quality of Americana that is rare in musicians today.  Redbone waited to sing the songs that he was most famous for such as Ain’t Misbehavin’ for the end of the performance.  These were the songs that the audience knew best, and Redbone encouraged the audience to sing along with him.  For the encore, Redbone sang Shine on Harvest Moon, and nearly the entire theater was singing along with him.

PetSmart 11/17/12

The Honors Program requires freshman to attend at least three service events by the end of the first semester.  I had first thought this to be an annoyance, considering it to be another obstacle to success.  This viewpoint changed rapidly when I realized the numerous options for volunteering; instead of an unwanted task, there was the possibility of doing something truly enjoyable.  This hope became reality at the Circle K meeting on November 14th, where I learned about the weekly event at the local PetSmart.

This volunteering opportunity consists of playing with animals for two hours, namely beagles and various kittens.  The idea is to keep them entertained as they wait for adoption, and even to raise interest to potential pet owners.  And, being an animal fanatic, I enjoyed every second of the experience.

I consider myself a professional at dealing with felines, and so spent a majority of my time with them. They ran up to me eagerly, daring me to chase them.  They swatted at feathers, and tackled each other if I was preoccupied.  At one point, ten kittens were chasing my one laser-pointer, going to extreme heights to snag the light.  Two hours eventually wore them out, and they began lying upon each other, content with intermittent petting.  Needless to say, there are now countless pictures of kittens on my phone.

Out actions may seem inconsequential, but I truly believe that those were two hours well spent.  Not only was the experience personally enjoyable, but the animals clearly relished the time with us.  It goes against the traditional idea of volunteering, but that makes it all the more special: countless people devote their time to soup kitchens, but few would bother improving the daily lives of caged animals.  I know for a fact that I will be returning to PetSmart, and encourage others to do the same.

 

Watsky Blog

George Watsky, otherwise known as “Pale Kid Raps Fast” is an Internet sensation that is best known for his incredible lyrics, rhyming speed, and poetic abilities. The students of Richard Stockton College were fortunate enough to have the opportunity of witnessing Watsky in person. The event was held October 18th at the campus center and was designed to give the audience a warm and comforting feeling. The food was served buffet style and the most complemented items were the chicken Parmesan cutlets and the cake that was served for dessert. After eating, Watsky came on stage and performed the popular poems, “Letter to my 16 Year Old Self” and “Drunk Text Message to God”. As he was reciting his poems, it was clear that the audience was enjoying the event as I saw many people laughing and when Watsky finished, the crowd gave him a great applause.
Overall, the event seemed to be a complete success as everyone enjoyed their meals and also enjoyed the humorously outrageous poems that Watsky performed. He was like no other rapper or rhymer that I had every seen. He not only spit out clever verses but he spoke them with such rapidity and accuracy that I began to wonder if he always talked that fast. Although his poetic presentation thrilled me, the aspect of his show that I enjoyed the most was his lyrics. He had an in-your-face style in which he was able to turn global issues into something that college students wanted to listen to. He took issues that young people often dislike talking about and he presented them to a bunch of college kids in a way that everyone could relate, and so at the end of the night, my friends and I walked away with a more realistic view of the world. In actuality, Earth is not the negative place that it sometimes can seem to be but rather a place built as if “god had chucked a bunch of candy into space”. I can without a doubt say that I would see Watsky again if he returned to Stockton or had a show nearby because he introduced me to a new style of poetry that I can enjoy.

Pop Lloyd Symposium

On October 14 2011, the students of Richard Stockton College had the unique privilege of attending the Pop Lloyd Symposium located in the Performing Arts Center. The events purpose was to pay tribute to the late Roberto Clemente, and also to show the effects that sports and athletes have on the world around them. The guest speaker was a Puerto Rican man who has been involved with Major League baseball for years, and he was lucky enough to be able to meet Roberto Clemente. It was clear from the beginning of his speech that the speaker admired Clemente’s tremendous athletic ability, but more importantly he admired his character and heart. Clemente was described as a man who understood that his god given abilities meant more than baseball fame. The speaker describes how Clemente believed in his heart that his true purpose on the earth was to make a difference in the world by helping others and by serving the fans that gave him the great opportunity to play professional baseball while excelling in a league that still hadn’t quite accepted minorities. It was noted in the speech that although many people did not accept Clemente’s Puerto Rican background, they appreciated the way that he played the game. Clemente played the game the way it was meant to be. He went out everyday, played hard, and left everything on the field because he not only loved baseball, but also understood what he meant to the fans.
Aside from baseball, the guest speaker also described Clemente as being a true humanitarian. He took pride in his Puerto Rican roots and often times, went over to Puerto Rico to do community service and make donations. Along with his international help, Clemente eased the pain of people around him with his chiropractic skills. The speaker told the audience of Clemente’s plans to become a chiropractor, something many people don’t know about him, even building a small office by his house.
After attending the Pop Lloyd Symposium, I was taught more about Roberto Clemente the person, not the baseball player. The speaker’s anecdotes reminded me of the meaning of sports. They are meant to build character and it was quite apparent that in this unique case, I think it was Clemente that actually added character to the game of baseball. I learned that he was a good human being first, and a world-class athlete second. It amazes me that so many people reach their ultimate dream playing in the Major Leagues, but to Clemente, baseball was only a small portion of what he wanted in life. Roberto Clemente had a much larger dream for the United States, Puerto Rico, and all humans in general. Unfortunately, I learned that his dream was cut short by a plane crash in 1972 on his way to provide earthquake relief.
Meeting Clemente’s son was not only a unique honor; it was a chance for me to get a glimpse of Roberto Clemente himself. By looking at his son, I understood the joke about Roberto’s large hands and stature. I honestly felt like I was in the presence of a humble human being. He was aware of his father’s legacy, but he chose to speak more about the foundation that they created and not his father. It proved to me that Luis Clemente planned on carrying out his father’s dream, and not to stand in the spotlight of his name. I gained more respect for the Clemente family and their name by attending the symposium because I saw a family that was raised with good morals, athletic ability, modesty, intelligence, and the incredible determination to make a difference. I respect Roberto Clemente as a baseball player, but I admire him as a person.

Operation Blessing

Hurricane Sandy left its destructive mark on New Jersey at the end of October. When the hurricane hit, I was one of the least affected. My broken fence was the only indication a hurricane had even passed over my house.  However, I watched in horror what the people in other areas, especially the barrier islands of New Jersey, were going through.  I saw the disappearance of Long Beach Island, the swell of sea foam in Seaside and the rise of water lines in towns I usually ran through with summer glee.  I knew as soon as I had the time, I would hop in a car and help the best I could.  Whole neighborhoods had flooded and many people were waking up after Hurricane Sandy with absolutely nothing of their houses left.  Who was I to sit in my perfectly fine dorm watching Netflix all day when people had lost everything and were trying to rebuild?  In my search for a way to help, I found myself at Operation Blessing, Friday, November 16th with the club, WaterWatch.

Operation Blessing is an international organization that often provides disaster relief.  They currently operate out of a church community center in Atlantic County.  Mostly, they help people clean out the houses but on Friday we had arrived too late because of classes to be assigned a house. Instead we were given t-shirts and an assignment to help out a Hurricane Relief Center a few miles down the road from the church.  We ended up at the Pinelands Community Hurricane Relief Center, helping the free clothing center.

The clothing center was packed with bags of donations and disorganized clothes spread out on long tables.  The three rooms, which only a week before had been open stores for rent, were stuffed.  In one corner was even a sprawling collection of toys, from stuffed animals to Fisher-Price cars.  We were handed trash bags and asked to help make some order in the place.  To add to the task, more donations lined the front of the stores and sat in front of a grocery store further down the shopping center. We worked quickly to make some semblance of the overwhelming supply of donated items.  I helped organize all the toys for the kids to sort through and then helped bring newer donations into the store.

While I was brining in newer donations, I was able to chat with one of the organizers of the clothing center.  He talked of the overwhelming response of the community with donations.  A few nights before we came, he said the entire area in front of the store was piled high with bags full of donations.  He had to call in ten trucks to take the donations away since they had no space. It was evident that everyone wanted to help donate what he or she could to the people in need. I find it amazing how New Jersey citizens have responded to the hurricane victims’ needs. In this time of need, people were generous enough to give bags of donations for the people. The donations weren’t just clothes or toys either, some were just items to make a house a home again for people.  There were Christmas decorations and house decorations that could help a person refurnish his or her home now that it was stripped of everything.

The people at the Pinelands Community Hurricane Relief clothing center were overwhelmed with all the supplies.  Operation Blessing sent us there to relieve that overwhelming feeling and help them sort through it all. I watched hurricane victims look at the donations with no clue where to start in some areas of the center.  However, in the parts we organized, they were able to find things easier.  A woman was able to get clothes for her son and herself much quicker a few hours into our organization than another woman I saw struggling when we first walked in.  As well, a small girl was able to find herself a new Barbie who she lovingly named on the spot.  We might not have been at the forefront of the work but we were able to help make a difference.  We didn’t help tear down walls or pull up carpets, but we were able to organize items that people will need to help put their lives back together.  I plan to continue volunteering with Operation Blessing to help, even if it is in the smallest way.

 

Roberto Clemente Symposium

The event that I attended was the Roberto Clemente Symposium which was held in Richard Stockton College’s PAC Theatre on Friday October 14th. In the week leading up to the symposium, my Life of the Mind class discussed John Henry “Pop” Lloyd and his importance to baseball as well as the Atlantic City area. “Pop” Lloyd was widely considered the top shortstop to ever play in the Negro Leagues and was eventually inducted into the Hall of Fame in 1977. More importantly, however, was Lloyd’s commitment to the Atlantic City community and local players, many of whom learned invaluable lessons about baseball and life directly from Lloyd. This humility and dedication to community was echoed in the discussion of Roberto Clemente.

            The speaker, whose name was Luis Mayoral, put the emphasis of his speech not on the vast span of Clemente’s achievements in regards to baseball, but Clemente’s passion for helping others. Mayoral was blessed enough to had become close friends with Clemente and shared many humorous anecdotes about their experiences together. Throughout these stories, however, there were a few elements that Mayoral continued to harp upon. The first of which was the pride that Clemente had for Puerto Rico even when he was playing in league, let alone a nation, in which he was restricted by language barriers. Mayoral also described how Clemente loved to give back to others, even going as far as to establish a Sports City in Puerto Rico so that the youth of the future were afforded just as wonderful an opportunity as he was. Finally, to end the symposium, Mayoral discussed the details of Clemente’s tragic death. Tearing up himself, Mayoral described how Clemente, who worked extensively with charity organizations, was sending aid packages to Managua as it had been hit by a devastating earthquake. However, after learning that the first few aid packages had been seized by the corrupt government and never reached the victims in need of relief, Clemente himself set off to accompany the next aid package to Managua. Mayoral, extremely emotional at this point, closed his speech by saying that Clemente died when plane crashed just off of the coast of Puerto Rico on December 31st, 1972, with Clemente’s body never being recovered.

            For my part, I absolutely loved the Roberto Clemente Symposium. I thought that Mayoral did an excellent job telling the story not of Roberto Clemente the baseball player, but of Roberto Clemente the dedicated and caring person. After the symposium, I was able to draw important connections between Roberto Clemente, “Pop” Lloyd, and Field of Dreams which we read in class just a few weeks prior. I look forward to future symposiums and the unique insight which they offer.

Osprey Ball

The event that I attended was the Richard Stockton College of New Jersey’s 16th Annual Osprey Ball, a part of the college’s “That ‘70’s Homecoming and Family Weekend” celebration. The ball was held on Saturday, October 15th 2011 from 8pm to midnight in the gorgeous Campus Center Event Room. Tickets, which were in hot demand all week prior to the dance, sold for $5 in advance or $10 at the door. The homecoming celebration had events going on throughout the weekend and included such happenings as alumni sports games, the homecoming carnival, as well as theatre performances. All of these events were topped by the wonderful ball which brought the exciting weekend to a close.

Before entering the Event Room, students and guest attending the dance were able to get their pictures taken and printed for them free of charge courtesy of Stockton’s Student Senate. There was also a wide variety of food provided for those at the dance as well as sparkling apple cider in champagne glasses which gave the dance an even more elegant feel. The Event Room, where the ball was held, has already been used to house numerous college events in the short time since the construction of the Campus Center. With various strobe lights and spotlights lighting the dark dance floor, the Event Room was electric throughout the night of the ball. The DJ played a nice mix of today’s popular songs and classic hits of the 70’s which fit in well with the dance’s theme.

It was also wonderful to see students dress up in their formal attire to enjoy the evening, a welcome change from the sweatpants and sweatshirt wardrobes which are commonly
associated with college students. Even more interesting were the students who
delved into the theme of the dance and dressed up in wacky attire from the
70’s.

On my part, I had a fantastic time attending the Osprey Ball. It was so much fun
to just forget about classes, papers, and exams for one evening and simply
dress up and go out with friends and peers. I felt that the ball was organized
wonderfully and was appropriately priced, allowing all students to have a great
time. I look forward to next year’s Homecoming Weekend and Osprey Ball.