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The Working Title Is…And Where Should You Be Right Now?

“And where should you be right now?”

The words echo in my head. Delivered by a deep, definitive voice. A voice that made my heart race and my sixteen-year-old palms start to sweat. Even if I hadn’t done anything wrong.

It’s been years since I’ve seen the man who spoke those words. I remember him having a solid frame, a head that sat right on his shoulders and an icy glare that did most of his talking for him.

Jerry Wilcox was the assistant principal of my high school and the very successful head coach of the boys’ varsity basketball team. My interaction with him was pretty much limited to the seven words that began this essay. And every time it was asked of me, I would reply timidly; fully aware that the extent to which my neck was turning red and blotchy was directly proportionate to how much trouble I could be facing.

Was I afraid of him? Yup. But what I felt more strongly than fear, was respect. I respected him for the principles of order, civility and good manners that served as his foundation. I respected that he demanded personal accountability, encouraged leadership skills and acknowledged effort.

All of this entered my mind because a close friend from high school made me aware of a scholarship fund that was recently established in Mr. Wilcox’s honor. The scholarship fund will support a student committed to Catholic education who embodies the qualities of leadership, service and life-long learning.  (Scroll to the bottom for more information on the Coach Jerry Wilcox Scholarship Fund.)

Transported by memories, I’ve been lost in reverie for the last couple of days. Reminded, again, how much I loved my Catholic school education and how it helped define me. I’ve been feeling wistful for a world that celebrated civility and good manners. I’ve been pining for a place that demanded personal accountability. And I’ve been repeatedly asking myself, “Where should you be right now?”

Up until this point in time, the outline of my life’s narrative was pretty clear; set by unwritten tradition and my own personal desire: get an education, get a job, fall in love, get married, have kids, raise kids, send kids to college, retire, travel the world.

Sadly, other life events disrupted that narrative leaving me to wonder where should I be right now?   And inexplicably, over the last year, I have felt my inner voice return to the timidity of my sixteen-year-old self with the sweaty palms and the blotchy neck.

My teenage self benefitted from a talented English department that taught me how to construct a valid argument and from a Speech Club that taught me how to debate. My adult self lives in a world where debate has been reduced to personal attacks, ridicule and talking over one another.

My teenage self felt safe in a world that seemed civil and fair, compassionate and open minded. Naïve? Maybe, I was. But my adult self refuses to become jaded by the traditional and social media depictions of a world that is anything but civil or fair. My adult self refuses to be dragged down into the nadir of social, political and personal discourse that prefers attacks over facts, that is paralyzed by close-mindedness and that is fueled by narcissism.

Now, as a new empty nester, I have all the time in the world to find my voice, rewrite my narrative and maybe answer the question, “And where should you be right now?”

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Coach Jerry Wilcox Scholarship Fund

A newly created scholarship fund has been established by generous benefactors in the Bishop Ludden community.

Benefitting a rising freshman, the Coach Jerry Wilcox Scholarship Fund supports a student committed to Catholic education with a strong B+ GPA, demonstrates a financial need, and embodies the qualities of leadership, service and life-long learning.

Establishing a scholarship fund in honor of Coach Wilcox was one way for Chair, Patrick Driscoll ’85 to help other give back to the community and leave a lasting impact on education; much like Coach Wilcox did for his students. “In speaking with alumni, many of whom were student-athletes at Bishop Ludden, we felt it was imperative to honor the legacy of a gentleman who led by example to ensure the success of students at Bishop Ludden Jr. Sr. High School. The lessons we learned from him some years ago are the same lessons we have applied in our daily lives,” said Patrick Driscoll.

Since his early days at St. Brigid’s, graduating from Cathedral Academy, and later Niagara University, it was only fitting that Coach Wilcox would begin his career at Bishop Ludden High School. Starting out as a Business Teacher, Dean of Men and Junior Varsity Men’s Basketball Coach, it was clear Wilcox had found his niche. For the next 17 years Wilcox developed strong ties and built lasting relationships with the Ludden community. Wilcox later went on to pursue a degree in administrative education and became Associate Principal and Dean of Student Services; and an award winning 14 years as Men’s Varsity Basketball Coach.

“Coach served as both a successful administrator and coach at Bishop Ludden, serving the needs of many families who entrusted their children to Bishop Ludden High School. He emphasized the importance of hard work, respectfulness and leadership both in the classroom and on and off the courts and fields,” said Driscoll.

To date, over 15 memorial and honorary scholarship funds have been established at Bishop Ludden through families and benefactors looking to assist future Gaelic Knights.

To discuss setting up a fund that meets your charitable interests, or to contribute to an existing fund, please contact Andrea Marshall, Director of Development, 315.468.0053 or amarshall@syrdio.org

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The Working Title Is…The Swipe and Scroll Effect

Our children are growing up with, literally, the entire world at their fingertips. In a millisecond, technology offers more information than the human brain could ever fully process. Facts, data and details are routinely scanned with a swipe or a scroll.

A study released this week by the non-profit group Common Sense Media, found teenagers spend an average of nine hours a day engaged with electronic media including texting, posting, watching online video and listening to music. That means more than one-third of their days are spent scrolling through Instagram, Facebook and Twitter, clicking Snapchat and swiping through countless other websites and apps.

They have so much information hurled at them…an amount impossible to absorb or contemplate or ever fully consider. So they swipe and they scroll through all they can; grasping some, ignoring most, but on some level, seeing all.

And that is why I worry that we are witnessing the desensitization of a generation.

I’m concerned that the barrage of what they see and hear has numbed them to a point where very little is shocking anymore. Very little horrifies them. So much on the surface is routinely dismissed, but the subtle ripple effect may be impacting an entire generation.

I promise I am not turning into a cranky old lady already. I love technology and all that it can offer me, but I think my pre-internet self allows me that balanced appreciation. In the past week, I counted three strikes against technology that reminded me to continue to foster that balance in my children.

Strike One: Home Sharing.

In a moment of truth and self-discovery, I acknowledged it was wrong for me to blame the lack of intensity of my workouts (or, more specifically, my plans to workout) on a boring playlist. Thanks to Home Sharing on our iTunes account, I had a whole host of songs ready to amp up my game.

As I am not that cranky old lady yet, I have a true appreciation for all forms of music.

Or at least I thought I did.

Picture me at the computer, dressed and ready for an epic workout, just as soon as I figure out how to pump up the jam on my workout playlist by replacing songs like Pump up the Jam.

“Hmmm,” I said to myself, “that’s what Macklemore looks like? Oooh, a song featuring Ziggy Stardust. How cool is that? And We Danced seems a nice name for a song.”   (Click. Song begins to play.) “Well, isn’t this a fun beat? I’ll add this…to…my…OH. MY. GOD. What did he just say? What? What the? No. No. No.”

Pure shock over the lyrics must have caused me to black out, and thirty minutes later I found myself on the floor in the fetal position somehow holding a string of rosary beads. And as I scrolled through many more tunes that seemed to have a fun beat, I realized Macklemore was tame in comparison.

I told my girls I had blood dripping from my ears over what Home Sharing had just presented for my listening pleasure.

They laughed, rolled their eyes and pointed out how old most of the songs I was referencing were. My God, the Project X soundtrack was from 2012. Ancient.

So clearly, I’ve failed in the parenting department on music oversight for years. But the point I was trying to make to my girls was that they should be horrified that these lyrics even exist.

“They’re just songs, Mom.”

But they’re not, and at the risk of going all Tipper Gore on you kids, (look it up) it is unacceptable for a man to talk about women in this way. Aren’t you disgusted? At least enough to not give them any money by buying this crap?

Certainly, you don’t approve of women being so objectified and demeaned by such obscene references. You would never be ok with women being diminished to a sexualized, one-dimensional view…. would you?

Strike Two: Halloween.

Well, apparently, you’re ok with that on Halloween.

Maybe I am that turning into that cranky old lady. Somewhere along the line when I was busy having babies and raising children, Halloween changed for the worst. And I don’t get it.  Since when is it a costume prerequisite to show so much skin? Why do you cave and sideline your creativity to look like a scene out of Pretty Woman (look it up) before Julia Roberts met Richard Gere?

Have you noticed, ladies, while you’ve been busy trying to scandalize everything from cats to mummies, it’s been a one-sided playing field? The boys aren’t dressing up as 1992 Marky Mark in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. No Michael Phelps costumes walking around only in Speedos with 18 gold medals around their necks.

You would be so grossed out if that became a trend. I know this because you are (a) disgusted anytime you see how short boys’ basketball shorts were when I was growing up, and (b) clearly uncomfortable at the ballet and suggested longer tunics be required for all men. So why the double standard?

The young women I know are beautiful, creative, smart, funny and filled with hope and promise. Their talents are many and multi-faceted. To choose a path that ignores the many dimensions of who you are and simply over-expose your physical self in such a way, well, it’s not your best look.

You should expect more from yourself. And you should demand more from the world around you. But do you?

Strike Three: The video from Spring Valley High School in South Carolina.

This widely circulated video shows an officer violently removing a student from her desk. There have been many questions about the officer and the student in the center of the controversy, but there is a third aspect that should be considered; the other students shown in the video. The students who stayed seated in their desks, who barely so much as turned their heads toward what was unfolding.

Why? Why no reaction? No telling the girl to be quiet? No reaction to the cop’s action? No imploring the teacher to intervene?

I really am not judging the action, or inaction, of students I don’t know in a video that shows mere seconds of a much bigger story. But I can call those few seconds to the attention of my children to say, “I hope you would have the courage to speak up…for whichever side of the situation you truly supported.”

Don’t lose what it really means to live life with #nofilter. You should soak in the experiences around you and be shocked and surprised, horrified and inspired, disgusted and encouraged. What you experience should lift your spirit, warm your heart, inspire you to act and empower you to make change.

Living life through your iPhone screen has the potential to turn you into a narcissist, and lull you into complacency over all the good and all the bad that surrounds you.

End the quest for perfection. Surround yourself with goodness. Project the best, most complete version of yourself. And demand the same from the world around you.

How about you consider those as your #squadgoals?

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