Soooooo many balloooooooons!!

A few weeks ago I was out watching the United States vs Costa Rica men's football match and some awesome new friends Matt, Liz, and Jose invited me to join them bright and early the next morning for the Reno Hot Air Balloon Race. We left Sacramento at 4 am and headed east in order to arrive for the launch of all the race participants.

When we arrived at the event, there were only a few balloons up and it didn't look like much. They began with the national anthem and a flyover of 4 old school T-6s doing the missing man formation. Then, when the announcer gave permission for everyone to begin inflating their balloons, the field around up burst to life and from all sides people began unpacking and inflating their balloons. It was the coolest thing, seeing all those colors come alive as the balloons grew and everywhere you looked there was something new to see.

As they inflated, each balloon began to take flight and hovered over the staging area for some time. (We eventually realized it was because there was virtually no wind and therefore they didn't have much choice but to just sort of stay where they were rather than attempt to get to the finish area). The sky was so incredibly blue and the colors of the balloons so vivid against the backdrop. It was definitely one of the coolest things I've seen in my life!

After watching all the balloons launch we headed over to Donner State park where Liz, Matt, and Jose found some great rocks for bouldering and while they climbed I studied bold face, ops limits, local procedures, tactical arrivals, and other such exciting things for MQT. It was really nice just sitting out in the sunshine in the middle of the woods enjoying the day. I realized it was the first time back in the woods since SERE and this go around was FAR more enjoyable!


After climbing we stopped at Donner Lake and got out to enjoy the beautiful view before heading back to Sac.

Thanks a lot to Liz for the great idea and to all three of you for letting me tag along!

Hub Reunion in Ox; my last few days.

My last few days in Oxford were actually spent primarily with Americans, but Anthony Ferrara and Ben McCorkle are great American friends that I hadn't seen in ages and it was great to get to catch up with them.  I met Anthony on my very first day at the Academy (we were in the same squadron for Basic Training and 4 Degree year) and met Ben because we were squadron-mates for 3 degree through firstie year and attended FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes) meetings together. Anthony and Ben were two of my closest friends at the Academy and while I may have spent more time with other people, they were always guys that I could go to with any issues, big or small, happy or sad, good or bad, serious or frivolous, and they would always know exactly what to say. I appreciate their friendship so much and I'm so glad I got to see them. They are both stationed over by Cambridge and so they graciously agreed to come to Oxford for the day and I got to play tour guide. They brought along another Academy 09er Brian,  whom I had met through one of my roommates Junior year, and we had a big old Hub reunion in Oxford.

We started off the day by walking down St Giles to Broad Street and to Exeter College. I showed them the Fellows Garden, with its brilliant views of the Rad Cam and Radcliffe Square, as well as the Chapel, with its painted organ and beautiful stained glass.

 

From there we got lunch with a beautiful view of the Rad Cam at the Vaults and Garden Cafe at St Mary's Church. While I had drank many a cup of tea at those little wooden tables, I had yet to actually eat a meal there and the food was really good! We were met by Neal who joined us for the rest of the day. From there we crossed the High and walked down Oriel Street to cut through to Christ Church meadow. We walked along the wall outside of Merton and Christchurch and over to the river. From there we stopped for a cider at the Head of the River and enjoyed the beautiful sunshine.

After our drinks we headed over to Christchurch where we forwent the ridiculously long line to get into the Hall and just checked out the Chapel instead. I've essentially memorized the little guide sheet they hand out to visitors so I relayed the highlights to the guys so we could move along quickly and get out of the ridiculous Christchurch crowds. It kills me that people pay something absurd like 16 pounds to get in there when students and alumni can get a few friends in for free!

From Christchurch we walked up Merton street to Magdalen College where we took a little stroll around the grounds, seeing their beautiful cloisters, Chapel, Hall, Gardens, and Deer Park.

After wandering around Magdalen we headed off to the Turf for another drink and to meet up with Jenny, a friend of Anthony and Ben's from Cambridge. We were expecting just her but she turned out to have quite an entourage and our little group became quite a large group!! However, the group turned out to be an indication of what a small town Oxford is because of the people she was with, one of them worked in the same lab as Bonnie and another in the same lab as Rouse! I love how everybody knows everyone in Oxford.

From the Turf we lost a few of the new entourage as they went their separate ways but we retained three new people and my so tour group expanded a bit. Everyone was impressed by my ability to navigate the streets and cobblestones of Oxford backwards while giving (if I do say so myself) quite an interesting and detailed tour. We headed under the Bridge of Sighs to the Bod Quad and took a little peak into the Divinity School. We then made our way through Radcliffe Square over to the Covered Market and then back up towards St Giles. Ben and Brian were hungry so they stopped at Mission Burrito while the rest of us headed up to the Eagle and Child for a drink in the shadows of Tolkien and Lewis. Good drinks, good company, good location, good life.

Because they hadn't had enough to eat or drink yet, Ben and Brian wanted ice cream and so we went up to Little Clarendon Street to introduce them to G&Ds. From there, Ben and Brian headed back to Cambridgeshire while Anthony and Neal and I went to meet Kim and Si and Kim's family at Nando's for dinner. I hadn't been yet during my trip and it was as amazing as I remembered. Following dinner Anthony, Kim, Simon, Neal, and I had one more drink, this time at the King's Arms. Neal and I justified all our pub stops that day by saying that no tour or Oxford was complete without a tour of its quintessential pubs and we covered quite a few of them that day. Anthony then went to his hotel in town, Kim and Si went back to the club, and Neal and I went back to Kim and Si's.

The next morning Anthony went for a run and then I met him at Turl Street Kitchen for breakfast. From there we went back over to the Bod and into the rotating exhibit hall they have. This exhibition was called Magical Books: From the Middle Ages to Middle Earth. It talked about exactly that, magical books and stories, with particular emphasis on authors with a strong connection to Oxford, particularly Lewis, Tolkien, and Pullman (of the Golden Compass trilogy). I really enjoyed the exhibit (I had been earlier that week as well) and I hope Anthony did too. We then climbed to the top of the Sheldonian to get the beautiful 360 views of the city that it provides. 

From the Sheldonian we went over to the Pitt River's museum inside the Museum of Natural History. The Natural History museum is one of my favourites, not because of what's inside it, but because of the gorgeous architecture of the building. However the Museum is closed all year for renovation and so we couldn't see the museum proper and only the Pitt River's attachment was open. Pitt Rivers is so fascinating though because of the eclectic collection it houses. Michal refers to it as "Uncle Pitt's House of Weird" and that is such an appropriate name for it.

Since many of the Oxford colleges have very similar architecture (and all the ones we had visited thus far were almost identical) I then took Anthony to Keble college just to get a different kind of view. I think Keble is gorgeous, with the brick and black accents, and it was a nice change from the standard light stone of the rest of Oxford. We went into the chapel (my first time going in there) and it was well worth it for the architecture and the beautiful fresco-like depictions of biblical stories and the life of Christ that decorated the walls. 

From Keble we headed back up to Madgalen College so that we could go on Addison's Walk. CS Lewis wrote of how, in his most atheist days, he would walk Addison's walk with his friends (primarily Tolkien) and they would discuss what Lewis considered untrue myths and Tolkien considered ultimate truths. These discussions led directly to Lewis's conversion and while walking the beautiful paths its easy to see how someone would be inspired by the beauty of God's creation around them. It was so great to get to chat with Anthony about life, his flying, his excitement about his Master's program, and everything else. The Air Force is really good at separating friends geographically but its so great that when we do get a chance to get back together its so easy to pick right up where we left off.

From Magdalen we picked up Anthony's stuff from his hotel and then headed over to Jericho to meet Neal for lunch at the Jericho Tavern. It was another great conversation (its great when different groups of my friends meet and get along so well-- I guess thats what happens when you have such great friends) and then Anthony headed back to Cambridge. It was such a blessing to get to spend that time with him and I wish I could see him more often.

I then went and met up with Tommy and Danny for a final farewell before packing up all my stuff and getting ready to head to the airport the next morning. Neal came with me, attempting to get on a flight a day early, and managed to get a seat on my flight. It was nice to have the company during my layover in Houston but we then went our separate ways as he headed back to Austin and I to Sac where I arrived late in the evening, drove home, and prepared myself to wake up back in the real world the next morning.

Oxford will always hold such a special place in my heart and I have already started looking forward to my next trip back to that amazing city. Thanks to all my incredible friends there for making this trip another memorable one and I cannot wait to see you all again as soon as humanly possible!!

Mr. and Mrs. Simon Cowan (not Dickie)!!

So, the real reason that I went back to Ox when I did was to get to celebrate the blessed union of two of my closest friends Kim and Si. I met Kim through OUWAFC and Simon at Groningen with Manny Road. I really started hanging out with them during my second year in Oxford and while more often than not I felt like I was simply the third wheel in their relationship, they are such awesome people that they didn't mind putting up with me! Kim asked me to be a bridesmaid and thankfully my new squadron at Beale was super accommodating and moved around my schedule to allow me to go to England for the wedding.

I woke up early Saturday morning so that I could get myself dressed and ready to go in order to get to the Uni Club to help Kim ready by 7am. I managed to lace up the dress (my most important job complete) and did some other bits and bobs (I love that expression, Kirsty H taught it to me) to help everyone get all sorted and ready to go. Cameron did his one job of making sure Simon arrived on time, and when we were all ready we headed over to the Convocation House (see info here) at the Bodleian Library for the ceremony. The ceremony was small but really nice; I was struck by the differences between British and US ceremonies. In England, the marriage contract is both a verbal and written contract so if either party messes up when saying their vows or repeating what the registrar said they would technically not be married until they said it correctly! Additionally, a big deal was made over the signing of the wedding register, which is really not that big of a deal in the United States. Despite the differences, a wedding is a wedding and this one was really nice. Kim looked gorgeous, Simon managed not to laugh (although he did stumble over his own name), I didn't fall into any of the grates in the floor, and a good time was had by all.

Following the ceremony we took loads of photos, both inside and outside. The outside photos were particularly entertaining because in addition to the official photographers, there were over 100 tourists there as well taking their own photos of us! I wonder how many family vacation photo albums we're going to be in.

We then went back to the Uni Club and had a few drinks before heading to Cibo for dinner. Throughout the dinner we did the cake cutting, the speeches (Cam spoke for 30 minutes for his best man speech!!) and enjoyed a great meal. From there we headed over to the Cape of the Good Hope for the reception where we were joined by many many more guests (mostly Manny Road people and several OUWAFC people as well). It was a great night and it was so much fun to catch up with people I hadn't seen and spend time with such great friends.

I am so glad that I have such great friends like Kim and Simon and I feel blessed to have been their friends throughout their whole relationship thus far. I know that they will have many many many years of happiness together and I cannot wait to meet the kids they will eventually have! It was an absolute honor to be a part of their wedding and I love them both like crazy!

Finally back in Ox!!

Hey all (and by all I mean the 3 people that have any semblance of patience for my infrequent updating of this site). Sorry (again) for the lack of posts. I don't really have any excuse so I won't attempt to make one. I'm not going to try and fill in on everything since the last post but I'll start with my England trip. This post will be all the pre-wedding type stuff.

It was the first time I had been back to Oxford since I defended my thesis over a year ago and considering my trip came the day after I finished SERE training it was very very very highly anticipated and I was so excited to finally get on the plane to Heathrow and the bus to Oxford. Simon was kind enough to come pick me up at the Park and Ride at about 7am (saving me about 30 minutes on my trip) despite having had his stag do (bachelor party) the night before. We went back to Chez Kim and Si, Kim woke up from her post hen-do (bachelorette) slumber long enough to say a quick hello, Si went back to sleep, and I just chilled in the living room until they actually rejoined the land of the living.


Once they woke up, Simon went off somewhere (can't remember where exactly) and Kim and I walked into town for breakfast. We ate at the News Cafe off of Cornmarket and got a great chance to chat and catch up a bit. We then wandered up to the Botanical Gardens and enjoyed the nice weather. We eventually met up with Adam and Soupy for a few drinks at the Head of the River. It was a lovely first day back in Oxford that made me feel so at home, as if I had never left.

The next day (Monday) I got in a quick workout (during which I spent far more time talking and catching up with Matt and Jack than I did actually training) and then headed into London for the afternoon. I walked through Green Park and my favourite park in London, Hyde Park, and got to see the new Bomber Command Monument. I then headed over to the Museum of London (it was under renovation for the whole time I was living there) and it was truly fascinating. They had a great exhibit that chronicles the history of London from Roman times through today. There was also a special exhibit about the history of Radio Times which was really interesting as well.

I had some time to kill before dinner and so I ran over to the British Museum (because you could go there about 75 times and still never see everything) but unfortunately the skies decided to open up in the truly English fashion and I got soaked. Oh well, such is life. I looked at the prints exhibit but then got frustrated by the horrible crowds and headed over to Kings Cross to meet up with Sonny and Udds for dinner. It was so good to see them and chat while we ate, getting to hear all about their lives and get excited for Sonny about her recent engagement.


Tuesday morning, Kim, Jenny (Cameron's girlfriend who I had yet to meet but was absolutely lovely) and I headed up to Bicester for Kim's final dress fitting. It was my job to lace up the dress on the day so I needed to learn how to do it. While practicing the lacing up, many jokes were made about my ability to fly and airplane so hopefully a little ribbon wouldn't defeat me. I was succesful on my first go and told I was a natural-- if this pilot thing doesn't work out, I have a fall back! After the fitting we had dim sum for lunch and then just chilled around the city for a bit.

I then made my triumphant return to circuits and got to hang out with Leon, Emma, Matt, and Bonnie. Bonnie and I then went over to the Uni Club and had some drinks with Kim, Si, Soupy, and Rouse.

On Wednesday I had lunch with Bonnie where we got a change to chat and catch up a bit (not nearly enough but better than nothing) and then hung out with Tommy for a bit. I had curry for dinner up in Summertown with Soupy and Rowan and then we headed over to Cowley to meet with Kirsty, Katie Warnaby, Bonnie, Shiv, and Rouse for a few drinks.


On Thursday I had lunch and a few drinks with Si and Neal (who I hadn't seen since he left Oxford!) and then headed over to the club to meet up with Kim and the rest of the wedding party ladies for dinner and drinks. It was great to really meet the other bridesmaids, as well as meet Kim's mom and aunts and family friends. We had dinner at Pierre Victoire and drinks at the Duke of Cambridge in Little Clarendon.

I can't for the life of me remember what I did during the day on Friday but in the evening the whole wedding party (as well as some additional friends and guests) had a rehearsal dinner at the Uni Club to get all the details sorted for the wedding the next day.

A Momument of Good Deeds- Dallas Holocaust Museum

“I wish you would build a monument for us. One that would reach the sky. A pillar that the whole world would be able to see- a statue not from marble and not from stone, rather from good deeds.”

-Holocaust victim Donya Rosen, age 10, written on a scrap of paper while hiding in a forest on June 23, 1943

On my one day off during MC-12 Initial Qualification Training in Dallas I took a few hours and went downtown to the Holocaust Museum. I have been to so many Holocaust museums (LA, Washington DC, Israel, London) and so I am always surprised when I learn something new at a museum. I was really pleasantly surprised by the Dallas museum, despite it being really small compared to the other ones I've visited.

In the entrance to the museum they had a basic timeline of the Holocaust. Some of the new facts or touching stories that I learned from the audioguide: 

-80% of victims died in the calendar year 1942

-In 1940, a German Jewish doctor arrested and sent to a camp for giving a German patient an emergency transfusion of his own blood to save the patient’s life

-The day of Pearl Harbor was the first day of killing in Chelmo, the first extermination camp—it was a Day of Infamy indeed

-There was a story about a group that was in hiding. One of the little girls had been told by her Mother never to talk. The other people who hid with her assumed she was mute. When liberated and her mother started crying the girl finally said “Mommy, mother, may one cry now, mother?”

The museum was set up around a single day in the war- April 19, 1943. On that particular day, 3 major events happened that were independent of each other but influential in the war.

The first event was one that I knew very little about. It involved a train transport from Auschwitz to Belgium that was attacked and ambushed by 3 members of the Belgian resistance. The ambush was carried out by 3 Belgians: Georges Livchitz, Robert Maistriau and Jean Franklemon. They had taken their plan to the Resistance but refused to help. On the day of the attack they managed to stop a train with only a pistol, a handheld lantern, and 2 sets of pliers. They put the lantern on the track to stop the train, scared the guards by shooting at them with the pistol, and then tried to open 2 cars with the pliers. While the train was stopped, 17 people escaped but they were only able to open one car before they were chased away by the gaurds and the train continued moving. However, the car was still open and when the train reached its destination of Auschwitz, 231 passengers had escaped from the moving train, all of whom survived the war.

The second event was the first day of fighting in the Warsaw Ghetto uprising. This exhibit made the argument that saving Jewish lives and taking German lives were mutually exclusive. It was only when the Jews in the ghetto realized they would never be able to save the Jews that they decided to die on their own terms and take as many Germans as possible with them.The Warsaw uprising has always been a part of the Holocaust that I’ve liked. It gave the Jews hope and showed that they weren’t helpless victims and they could fight back. The event was very inspirational to the early Israeli soldiers in War of Independence and continues to be an inspiration today.

The final event was the start of the Bermuda conference. This conference between US and UK was held under the auspices of helping the Jews of Europe but they basically decided ahead of time that they weren’t going to do anything of substance. Many people said that the only way to help the Jews was the win the war and making statements saying what was happening wouldn’t help their cause and so there was systematic withholding of evidence by the US and UK governments. Some politicians fought hard to create policy that would help the Jews, particularly Sen Guy Gillette. Congressman Will Rogers Jr, and Secretary Henry Morgenthau Jr.  The Washington Post made a plea and ended it with “On the field of battle soldiers die. On the field of massacre civilization dies.” Unfortunately, nothing came of the conference and attempts at legislation and it wasn't until the end of the war that the Jews in Europe got any significant relief from the US and UK.

 Also included in the museum was a visiting exhibit from Yad Vashem (the Israeli museum) called A Monument of Good Deeds and it featured children of the Holocaust (both survivors and those who were killed) and things they left behind like drawings, journals, and poems. The most moving was a poem by a child named Avraham Koplowicz entitled The Dream. The poem was translated into many languages and was put to music in Israel. Below in the poem and a link to the video.

The Dream

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0wfvku8n_U

When I grow up and reach the age of  20,

I’ll set out to see the enchanting world.

I’ll take a seat in a bird like a motor;

I’ll rise and soar high into space.

I’ll fly, sail, hover

Over the lovely faraway world.

I’ll soar over rivers and oceans

Skyward shall I ascend and blossom

A cloud my sister, the wind my brother.

I’ll marvel at the Euphrates and the Nile.

I’ll see the Pyramids and the Sphinx

Of ancient Egypt, where the goddess Isis reigned.

I’ll fly over Niagara Falls

And immerse myself in a searing Sahara dune.

I’ll drift over the cloud-strew cliffs of Tibet

And the mysterious land of the wizards;

And once I extricate myself

From the scorching, terrifying wave of heat,

I’ll meander over the icebergs of the north.

By wind I’ll cross the great kangaroo island

And the ruins of Pompeii,

And the Holy Land of the Old Testament,

And over the land of the renowned Homer.

I’ll fly slowly, slowly, hovering lazily.

And thus, basking in the enchantments of this world,

Skyward shall I soar and blossom.

A cloud my sister, the wind my brother.

The museum was really interesting and (despite all that I already know about the Holocaust)  I did learn a lot and enjoyed (well as much as you can enjoy a Holocaust museum) my visit there.

What are those shiny things on your chest? Oh right, WINGS!

So I'm done with pilot training. Yeah that happened. So the past few months were crazy and exciting and now I'm off to the big bad Air Force to fly. 

Here are the official shots we took: O-Flight and personal photos

 

Our assignment night was themed Wrestle-mania and so we all dressed up as WWE wrestlers. I was "Cherry." Yeah, I don't know who she is or anything about her but she wears a poodle skirt which was easy enough to put together so I went with that. I was selected to fly an MC-12 which is a reconnaissance, intelligence, and surveillance aircraft that does real time intelligence gathering, forward air control, control of aircraft and aerial battle stacks, and other secret squirrel stuff that I don't really know about. The flying itself may be kind of boring at times but the mission will be really cool and I will get to do a lot of flying in a short time (the training is short and I'll actually be all spun up and able to deploy by the end of the year) so it will be nice to finally do something real in the Air Force after graduating 4 years ago. 

Some group photos from Assignment Night. With my classmates and with the wives and girlfriends of O-Flight:

 

 

Graduation was really fun. Mom, Abba, and Youval came to Sheppard as well as Steve and Paula (my sponsor parents from the Academy) and Kim Hale (one of my best friends and teammates from the Academy). On the day of graduation we showed our guests the base and got to take them around to the flightline, tower, and simulators. Abba was a pro at flying the sim but Youval crashed into the ground on the runway and Mom crashed, inverted, about 200 feet short.... Good thing you just hit a button and it resets!

At the ceremony we showed our class video (check it out here) and then the Wing Commander and guest speaker spoke. I gave the guest speaker his awards and then the Distinguished Graduates and award winners were announced. I was given the MOAA Officership Excellence award which I was not expecting! Then the moment we were all waiting for: our wings!! Abba was able to pin my wings on and it was really cool to have my inspiration for wanting to be in the Air Force and fly there to put my wings on my chest.

 

Pilot training was a crazy 55 weeks full of ups and downs and laughs and tears. I'm so glad I did it and I'm excited for whats coming next for me in the Air Force.

My Holaday Retrospective: How playing football for OUWAFC and hanging with the Iffley and Manny Road boys prepared me for life in an Air Force flying squadron.

This year marks the 10 year anniversary of the Alberta Bart Holaday Scholarship, the scholarship which allowed me the incredible experience of getting to live and study in Oxford for two of the most amazing years of my life. To mark the 10th anniversary, all of the Scholars have been asked to write a retrospective on their time in Oxford. The prompt was very broad and basically allowed us to write whatever we wanted. Since football played such a huge role in my life in Oxford, it was pretty obvious I was going to write about football. This is what I came up with. If anyone has any insights as to changes that I should make (particularly if I made any grammatical or spelling mistakes-- don't want the guy who thought I was smart enough to get his scholarship to reconsider-- although I guess its too late now!) please let me know.

“Some people say football is a matter of life and death. I assure you, its much more serious than that.” Legendary Liverpool coach Bill Shankly expressed this sentiment and, as both a serious footballer and a Liverpool supporter, I agree wholeheartedly. But while growing up in the United States, where “football” is a sport played primarily with your hands and a lemon shaped object quite generously referred to as a ball, I was often in the minority when it came to my love of the sport that the rest of the world calls football. This is just one of the many reasons that I was excited to learn that, through the generosity of Mr. Bart Holaday, I would be given the opportunity to study at Oxford University as a member of Exeter College. I couldn’t wait to immerse myself in the culture that understands, appreciates, and literally invented the game of football. In my time at Oxford, I spent an admittedly excessive amount of time playing football for the Oxford University Women’s Association Football Club Blues first team, Mansfield Road Football Club, a city team in a regional league, and for the Oxfordshire County Representative squad. In that time, football provided me exposure to the British culture and was the lens through which I viewed that culture. Furthermore, my experiences with British football provided me with tools and skills that have already helped me in my Air Force career. 

Upon first joining the Oxford football scene, the hardest adjustment was merely picking up the changes in vocabulary. Rather than preparing to play a game in a uniform and cleats on the soccer field I was instead getting ready for a match in kit and boots on the football pitch. Once I figured out all the terminology, I was able to look deeper and see how the culture of football specifically, and sport in general, revealed aspects of British culture and its differences from American. In both America and the United Kingdom, football is religion (albeit their definitions of football cause that religion to be two different sports). People live and die with the successes and failures of their clubs. Passion for sports and the deep seated and bitter rivalries that sports encourage are the same in every country. Whether it be Liverpool vs. Everton in the Merseyside Derby or the Packers against the Vikings, the yearly contests between the Oxford and Cambridge athletic teams or the annual Commanders in Chief competition between the American service academies, the passion and excitement of a well fought rivalry victory doesn’t fade even years after the game has been played. From kickoff to the final whistle, everyone in the stadium is united in their desire for one thing: a victory for their club. Sports transcend religion, class, and social and economic divisions, and that is consistent in every country I have ever been to.

However in the world of college sports, there are some extreme differences between the United States and UK. In the United States, sport plays a tremendous role in university life, bringing significant revenue to the school. College athletes are highly recruited and competition is fierce between universities as to which one can sign the country’s top prep athletes. College athletes are supposedly amateurs, yet countless scandals of American football players being paid under the table for their services belies this idea of amateurism in American university athletics. However at Oxford, with the exception of a small handful of Rugby players and rowers, I didn’t know anyone who chose Oxford University for its athletic program. The focus is primarily academics, with athletics being a distant second. Sport at university is about fun, fitness, and social involvement, not about preparing for a career in the professional leagues. As much as I loved and valued my college athletics career, seeing how university sports are handled in the UK has revealed that there are fundamental problems with the balance between sports and academics in American institutions of higher education. 

I have always played soccer/football for the love of the game. Sports have provided me with opportunities to grow, learn, and develop life and leadership skills, but that has always been a secondary benefit of athletic participation. While in Oxford, though this was not my intention when joining my football clubs, my football career exposed me to environments and gave me experiences that I have directly built on during my admittedly short Air Force career. In my second year in Oxford, I had the honor of captaining the University Women’s Football team. While I had been captain of the team at the Academy and therefore thought I knew what to expect, captaining Oxford was an entirely different experience. Due primarily to the previously mentioned emphasis on University sport, the women’s football team is entirely student run and led. I was responsible not only for the on-field leadership of the team, but also for many other tasks, including hiring a coach, holding tryouts, selecting a team, booking and organizing practice locations, arranging for transportation to and from matches, purchasing, organizing, and washing the team uniforms, organizing the yearly match between Oxford and Cambridge (which included arranging lodging for the squad, and all of the other logistics for the event), and finally selecting the team and lineup for each individual match. This experience of running a student and athletic organization helped me tremendously in my role as class leader of my UPT class at Sheppard AFB. I have built on what I learned as the women’s captain and have been able to adequately handle the job of class leader with no undue stresses or difficulties. 

 

Additionally, the culture of football in the United Kingdom prepared me for the culture of an Air Force flying squadron. In the UK, football is predominantly a man’s game. While almost every British boy grows up with a football permanently attached to his foot, the girls in the UK more commonly grow up playing field hockey or netball (a version of basketball). So by joining the football world in England, I was jumping into an environment dominated by males: testosterone riddled, competitive, results-driven males. I never would have thought that the hours I spent playing 5-a-side matches with my guy friends or in pubs watching football with the members of the University and Mansfield Road men’s teams would prepare me for my Air Force career, but, in a way, they prepared me almost as much as any professional military education I have received thus far. While women are afforded many great opportunities in the Air Force, the flying world is still predominantly dominated by males. There are no other females in my UPT class and there is not a single female T-38 Instructor Pilot at Sheppard AFB. I am constantly surrounded by the same type of competitive and results-driven men in my flying squadron as I was in the pubs and on the pitches of Oxford. Learning how to be a woman in a man’s world while in Oxford made the adjustment to life in the Air Force remarkably easy and smooth. 

Coming to Oxford was everything I dreamed about and more. From the engineering classroom to the football pitches; from the libraries to the stadiums, the education I received in and out of the classroom was first rate and I learned more than I could possibly have imagined. I have already put what I learned in Oxford to good use and I hope to continue to do so throughout my Air Force career. All of my memories of my time spent under the dreaming spires will be with me forever.