Chick-fil-A dustup shows there's no escaping the way you were raised

By Terry Dickson on jacksonville.com

BRUNSWICK, GA. | You would think that only PETA would have a bone to pick with Chick-fil-A. Or a broccoli stem to examine, depending on your viewpoint.

Not anymore. Chick-fil-A President Dan Cathy stepped in the political equivalent of chicken droppings when he said that marriage should be like it says in the Bible, between a man and a woman.

He wouldn’t have raised a bigger stink if he had said he likes to relax on weekend by stomping a few puppies.

If you eat at Chick-fil-A, someone is hoping you choke on your waffle fries. Rosanne Barr went farther, saying anyone who eats at Chick-fil-A deserves to get cancer. She backed off later, saying she wouldn’t wish cancer on anyone.
Celebrity blogger Perez Hilton said, “I heard Chick-fil-A gives you diarrhea.”

That had to hurt coming from someone like Hilton. He thinks it’s hilarious to draw mustaches and blackened teeth on celebrities’ photos and then and post them on his blog with some catty remarks.

The man’s a true artist.

Some mayors and councilmen around the country are vowing to block Chick-fil-A’s plans to open restaurants in their cities, including Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel, who said “Chick-fil-A values are not Chicago values.”

I’m afraid that’s just going to make people eat more chicken.

But look, it’s not really Dan Cathy’s fault. He was raised that way.

His father, company founder S. Truett Cathy, has made no secret that he runs his Chick-fil-A on biblical principals. They’re even closed on Sunday when Baptists love to eat chicken.

Truett and Jeanette Cathy founded the Win Shape Foundation in 1984. It provides college scholarships, has a marriage program and operates camps for kids. In politics, we seem to be hung up on “choice.” Well, there are some people in the world who don’t have a choice. They are kids who have no parents, at least none who care for them.

The Cathys established 12 foster homes on the campus at Berry College where 24 full-time house parents care for children.

The Cathys visit the children often to show them that someone loves them deeply. There are 150 people who call him grandpa.

Locally, Chick-fil-A restaurants have spirit night in which they give part of their profits for causes. Thursday night on St. Simons Island, a group raised money at Chick-fil-A for a young girl who needs heart surgery.

Shortly after Dan Cathy’s remarks, Melissa Browning blogged on Huffington Post that she would bypass her beloved Chick-fil-A meals “I won’t eat at Chick-fil-A on any day of the week because I can no longer be part of these contributions that fund hate,’’ she wrote.

Hate? I don’t think so. Dan Cathy wasn’t raised that way.

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I posted this because I believe there is absolutely nothing wrong with saying that marriage should be like it says in the Bible, between a man and a woman. If it were open, I'd eat at Chick-fil-A tomorrow. (I love that it's not, though.) It's a shame people can't even voice their calm opinion without others feeling targeted. Just because you don't support same-sex marriage doesn't mean you hate that group of people.

Life Lessons

"When someone believes in you, it moves your heart." As a result, you can then literally (ok, maybe not literally but you sure feel like it!) move mountains. Without a doubt, that is how I have felt in the year 2012. I am so fortunate to be surrounded by family and friends who truly believe in and support me. And it comes in handy.

Since my last entry, I have accepted plenty of losses and experienced some disappointments; made some decisions that I didn't think through and some that I am most proud of; and I have held firm to my belief that everything happens for a reason.

To give you an example, on my third attempt at the Miss Virginia crown, I failed to make the Top 12 after making it last year. Was I disappointed? Sure. Did I accept my loss at the hands of twelve very deserving young women? I sure did. Was I defeated? Absolutely not. You can't keep a good woman down and I'd like to think I'm a good woman. With a different panel of judges on a different day, the results could have been completely different. I realize that. So I moved on. I know who I am, where I stand and for what I will take a stand. If I had to define confidence (which I'm skeptical to fully believe in anyway), that's how I'd define it. Plus, I know several people who believe I could have (and maybe someday could still be) Miss Virginia.

They also believed, like I did, that I could be accepted into New York University for graduate school. And I was. I also received a partial scholarship to help cut the cost of tuition. I couldn't be happier. The market for public relations in New York is huge and I knew that moving there would definitely benefit me professionally in the long run. For that reason, a large part of me wanted to go to New York this fall, no matter how badly I wanted the job of Miss Virginia. Now, all of me is going! God sure knows what He is doing, that I am sure.

Back in April, I went to New Orleans for an alternative break. At night, each team member shared a "high" and "low" moment of that day. I now write down my highs and lows each night (that I remember), and I've found it increasingly hard to choose just one high. My lows are quite often as silly as missing the first five minutes of Wheel of Fortune or my ice cream cone melting. This has shown me that there is truly so much to be grateful for, so little to cry over and a whole world that is waiting to be explored. My exploration of this world will continue in New York City this fall. Where will yours?

Even the Undertaker will be Sorry

Midway through this semester, as part of my special occasion speaking course, I was required to present a eulogy to my class. Oddly enough, it was my own eulogy. Talk about an eerie presentation. I did find, however, that such a presentation is good for the soul. It takes quite a bit of evaluation and projection to give such a speech, but more than that, it makes you think of the impact you are making and the lasting impression you are leaving on the world around you.

One of the best indications I ever got of the impact I was making was a couple summers ago when I volunteered as a Patriot Leader for freshman and transfer orientation. We were finishing our week-long summer training and it was tradition to take part in an activity called "Touch Someone." How it works is everyone sits around a circle with the chairs facing outward and their eyes closed. You can only open your eyes if you are chosen to enter the circle, and if you are (everyone had a chance), you touch someone on the shoulder if something the announcer said applied to that person. "Touch someone who always smells nice" or "Touch someone who has been a good friend" were options called out, among others, as inspirational songs played in the background. Yes, it may sound a little cheesy, but it's a brilliant way to demonstrate that people really are good at heart. I'm a firm believer in that.

Anyway, when I heard, "Touch someone who said the right thing to you at a time when you needed it most," I thought I've never done that. Surely no one will touch my shoulder. But much to my surprise, someone did. I'm not a big crier, but I must admit that touch opened the floodgate of my tears. To think that my words of encouragement, or maybe just words of endearment, meant that much to someone was heartwarming, to say the least. What's even more beautiful is that I will never know who that person was. It could have been any number of my fellow Patriot Leaders and that still gives me chills to this day. Just imagine the number of people you encounter who never mention that you have impacted their life in such a way that is unforgettable. That's what makes me tick. If I consciously make an effort to be a beacon of hope, to leave this world better than when I entered it, I figure my impact will be eternal. That's really the honest-to-God reason I want to be Miss Virginia and Miss America.

What I love about the Miss America Organization is that we are all young women seeking to make this world a better place. We set aside our pride and ulterior motives for the greater good of our communities. One of my favorite quotes is, "Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die, even the undertaker will be sorry." That is what we seek to do, and I am so proud to be a member of the Miss Virginia Class of 2012. This past weekend we all gathered together in Roanoke for Workshop and I can say that I am impressed by and see Miss Virginia in each of my lovely sisters. I wouldn't trade these experiences for the world.

Someday when my eulogy is given for real, I hope the contributions I have made to society don't stray much from the ones I intend to make. If they do, I hope they far exceed my wildest dreams.

Miss Virginia Class of 2012

A Week to Give

I will search no more, for I found myself in New Orleans a couple weeks ago during my spring break. What was I doing down there? Well, I was giving and the funny thing is I found myself by losing myself in the service of others. Gandhi coined that phrase: "The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others." And that I did, because for quite some time, I have been pondering what on earth the dream job is for a girl of many interests like me. But in keeping with my own motto for life (which I borrowed from the late, great Whitney), "Each day I live I want to be a day to give the best of me," my dream job is simply: a day to give. Or days, rather.

I decided to venture to the Crescent City for various reasons, but the biggest being that I wanted the final spring break of my undergraduate degree to be about something and someone other than me. So often, we get caught up in the hustle and bustle of life and forget to slow down and enjoy it while we can. We're all guilty of it and we all can do something about it, so I did. I spent a day hanging sheet rock, another visiting the elderly, another assembling bunk beds at a homeless shelter, two more removing debris from a store badly damaged by Hurricane Katrina, and a week with some of the most amazing people you'll ever meet, all with the same mindset: a week of selflessness. I can't even begin to tell you how exhausted we were at the end of each day, but that exhaustion brought us happiness and peace of mind knowing we made a difference.

               

Although we were able to make a difference and change people's lives, our own lives did not go unchanged. Immersion in a culture quite unlike our own, complete with gumbo, jambalaya and po-boys, not to mention street musicians and even a night of Rock 'n' Bowl all really granted us perspective, which we all too often need. And I had more fun than I'd had in a long time, yet I'm usually having too much fun. That should tell you something. Grateful was our word for the week, and we all took turns writing down what we were grateful for each night in our shared journal: newly formed friendships, our physical ability to help others and the impact we could all feel, among other things. Without this time of reflection, I don't think we would have been changed as much as we have.

They say you should give until it hurts and then you give some more. Well, I'm living proof that it's frightening, yet incredible how true that is. And that is why (in a perfect world with a rich husband or an uncle who leaves me in his will or by stroke of luck, I win the lottery) I would spend my days giving back to those who so desperately need the beacon of hope I am sure I can provide. However, in this crazy, tragic, sometimes almost magic, awful beautiful life, I have been granted such an opportunity that is arguably better. That is the opportunity to compete for the title of Miss Virginia and travel the state promoting my personal platform Communication 101: Creating a Lasting Impression and the Children's Miracle Network Hospitals, the platform of the Miss America Organization. It is a job that would require great sacrifice, drive, independence and a great deal of travel, but it's certainly one that would be worth it.

I think my alternative spring break in New Orleans is the best preparation I could ever get for such a role. In fact, it's the best preparation for leading a life free (or mostly free, who am I kidding?) of material desires and full of all that matters so much more. For all this, I am eternally grateful for my week to give.

I Will Always Love You

I was just six years old when The Preacher's Wife came out in theaters. My parents tell me it was the first full-length movie I ever sat through. I fell in love with Whitney Houston's character in that movie, her voice and her presence. Since that time, it's been my favorite movie, no matter the time of year. (It's a Christmas movie). And I still know all the lines in every scene. Go on, try me.



Long before the movie came out, I had declared Whitney Houston to be my favorite singer of all time. The first time I ever heard her on the radio, I was riding with my family back home after going out to dinner. I don't remember which song it was, but I remember looking out the window into the field we were passing with a clear blue night sky behind it and allowing her voice to consume me. I felt I had been taken to another universe entirely, a universe in which everything was perfect and there were no worries. I think I fell in love with the world of music that night. After asking my dad who she was, her name I never forgot.

My favorite song of all time is "I Will Always Love You" and that's usually one of the first things I tell people I meet. It's gotten me through many a heartbreak and breakup, not because I was in love with all of them, but because sometimes it's just time to move on, though you may wish that person joy and happiness and above all, love. Many days I listened to that song on repeat all day, simply because it's the kind of song that just never gets old. With that song, Whitney was able to take a country song and make it universal. I love that. I also love how she was told by her record label that having a song with an a cappella introduction wouldn't be successful. But she held her ground and that song became the best-selling single by a female artist. When something feels right to you, don't let anyone talk you out of it. That's what I learned from Whitney.

As you can imagine, there are numerous videos of me singing "I Will Always Love You" and other songs by Whitney. I, like many other little black girls, had dreams of growing up to be like Whitney. It is very likely that I will never achieve such success, but it's incredible how someone can spawn so much hope in so many with just her voice. Another favorite song of mine is "One Moment in Time." In the opening lyrics, Whitney sings, "Each day I live I want to be a day to give the best of me." That's my motto for life, my motivation, so much so that my license plate says, "ADY2GV" for "a day to give." She performed it live at the Grammys one year and I will never forget that. Her level of inspiration was and is immeasurable.

My Love is Your Love was the first CD I ever owned, given to me one Christmas by my parents, and to this day, there isn't a song of hers I don't know. In the title song of the album, Whitney sings, "If I should die this very day, don't cry cause on earth we wasn't meant to stay." She's right, but I just wish it hadn't happened so soon. I always thought I would meet her someday and maybe hear her sing my favorite song live. Hearing of Whitney Houston's passing brought me great sorrow and unexpected tears. I've never cried over a celebrity's death before, but if it ever had to happen, it would be for Whitney and Whitney alone.

When Whitney Houston sang "The Star Spangled Banner" at Super Bowl XXV, the national anthem became a top ten single. It has since become a benchmark for future singers' patriotism and creativity in making the song their own. In my opinion, it has yet to be topped.

Everyone who knows me knows that when a Whitney song comes on the radio, there's no talking or singing around me, out of respect to The Voice. She was perfectly imperfect. I read somewhere that we're all fighting our demons and some of us overcome them, while others lose that battle. It would do no justice to history for me not to acknowledge Whitney's drug addiction, because it was pretty clear that she struggled with one. But that's not how I will remember her. Maya Angelou once said, "People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will never forget how you made them feel." I do think I will remember every line she ever spoke in a movie and every note she ever sang. But I will remember how she made me feel most. Years from now when I have a family of my own, I hope my children are as much fans of Whitney as I will always be.

 

Whitney Houston, I will always love you.

Two Thousand Twelve

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Marsha Norman once said, "Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you." If that's so, I wonder what my soul is aiming to write about me. You see, I'm a big dreamer. And I am determined to make more of my dreams come true in 2012 than did in 2011. However, I am also a firm believer that what God has for me is for me. This has been demonstrated in my life many times over. I can dream as much as I want, but sometimes God just has something better in mind.

On-stage question

Luckily, this weekend, the Lord and I seemed to have the same thing in mind. I am thrilled to announce I was crowned Miss Chesterfield 2012 on Saturday, Jan. 7! I now have my "golden ticket" to compete for the title of Miss Virginia and the opportunity to impact lives all across this commonwealth. Miss Virginia has been a dream of mine for quite some time and this will be my third attempt at the crown. Hopefully the third time is a charm for me. Through my platform, Communication 101: Creating a Lasting Impression, it is my goal to encourage students to protect their image by ensuring they have positive attitudes and that they present themselves in such a way that they leave lasting impressions they are willing to live with. As Miss Chesterfield, and eventually as Miss Virginia, I simply want people to communicate with one another properly.

Miss Chesterfield 2012 Top 4

My princess, Angelina

I won't bore you with a spiel on how this is a new year so there will be a new me, because it doesn't take a new year to create an opportunity for a new start. Each new day is that opportunity. So seize the day!

Since my last post, I have been quite busy. In addition to winning Miss Chesterfield this month and placing 3rd runner up to Miss Arlington last month, I was able to take part in the DC Dance Marathon with two of my Miss Virginia sisters, Stephanie and Kourtney. The DC Dance Marathon raises money for the Children's Miracle Network Hospitals (CMNH), which is so dear to my heart. With more than 180 hospitals across North America, CMNH doesn't deny treatment to any child, whether or not his or her family can afford the medical bills. There were several featured guests, but the one who touched my heart most was little Olivia, born with a heart defect. For every trip to the hospital, prick and overnight stay, she receives a bead. Olivia, with 896 beads on her chain, has proven that she is a trooper and willing to fight for her life. I think we can all take a lesson from her.

Miss Arlington 2012 Top 5

The very next day, I was invited host the Junior League of Northern Virginia's (JLNV) annual Enchanted Forest and introduce the performances of the Adagio Ballet, Pirate Magic, and Ukulele Phil and the Hulu Kids. If you haven't heard of it, JLNV is an organization committed to promoting voluntarism, developing the potential of women, and improving communities through the effective action and leadership of trained volunteers. The Enchanted Forest consists of a huge room filled with donated Christmas trees from local business and organizations. These trees are dressed up in a most unconventional way, themed for children, adults and even the homeless. My personal favorite, of course, was the tree donated by the Katherine K. Hanley Family Shelter of Fairfax. It was a pile of boxes stacked to resemble a tree and included the ingredients of a Thanksgiving meal for the residents. Whoever bought that tree donated the ham, turkey, macaroni and cheese and all other parts of a grand meal to the home.

(Note: these events occurred during a time when my camera was not cooperating so I have no photos of my own to share. Sad face.)

On December 30, I traveled to Baltimore Washington International (BWI) for Operation Welcome Home Troops. I am proud to be an American and was so excited to personally welcome some three hundred troops home right before the New Year. We often take for granted that these men and women risk their lives almost daily to fight for our freedom, but what they do is truly incredible. This was my first experience of this kind, but I hope to have many more. We could never thank them enough.

Support our troops!

My (now former) director, Kevin 

Did I mention I brought the New Year in in New York City? Yeah, it was awesome!

Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center!

Rayna, my Miss VA sister

The final semester of my undergraduate career is fast approaching and I say with conviction that I am ready for that challenge. Ask me what my plans are after graduation, and I may be evasive, but I do have a plan in mind. Grad school applications are oftentimes clutch. Look for updates on those and other exciting happenings in the near future. Wink, wink. As always, I trust God to lead me in the right direction. Until next time, I am a girl with dreams and this is my four points story.

What a Weekend!

They say an idle mind is the devil's workshop. Well, I must believe that wholeheartedly and this past weekend was certainly proof. It consisted of three interviews, singing the national anthem, competing in a pageant and taking a road trip. And I'm sure I'm leaving something out. You might ask why I decided to undertake so much in one little weekend, and for good reason. I honestly could not tell you, except that a world of opportunities simply fell into my lap on that particular weekend and I rose to the challenge. 

Friday

10:30 a.m. The weekend began with an interview. George Mason University has an incredible Center for Leadership and Community Engagement, which offers several alternative breaks throughout the academic year. If you aren't familiar, an alternative break is a service-learning trip taken by college students to counter the "traditional" summer, winter, or spring break. Instead, the trip focuses on a social issue like poverty, literacy, or in my case, disaster relief. I believe my life is about making a difference in the lives of others, so an alternative break has always been part of "The Plan." When I received word that a group was traveling to New Orleans, I knew my time had come. We are partnering with Operation Nehemiah, a non-profit, faith-based, family-oriented organization whose mission to to help "rebuild the walls of people's lives." 

This is my favorite line, but this opportunity couldn't be more appropriate at this stage of my life. I've never been to New Orleans before, so the cultural experience alone is one that I would enjoy. You can imagine that I wasn't required to do much handiwork the past 21 years, and there's a first time for everything. I conveyed all of this in my interview with the trip leaders, and crossed my fingers that it was enough to get me a spot on the trip.

Find out more about CLCE here:

12:30 p.m. I had made my way to Alexandria for the Friends of Rocky Versace Veterans Day program. A couple of weeks prior, I was invited to open the program with the national anthem as Miss Alexandria. Despite the time crunch of the day, I knew this was an opportunity I didn't want give up. And I'm glad I didn't. To say that I was inspired by the bravery Captain Humbert Roque "Rocky" Versace demonstrated as a prisoner of war (POW) in the Vietnam War is an understatement. Four times he tried to escape, but was unsuccessful. He was executed by the Viet Cong, but until his final days, he remained loyal and patriotic to the United States of America. To share in that moment of memory with Rocky's closest friends and his family is something I will never forget. And I am so honored to have been invited to attend. The men and women who fight for our freedom are truly heroes worth our respect. How proud I am to live in the land of the free because it's the home of the brave! Support our troops!

Me singing the Star Spangled Banner

4:30 p.m. After being stuck in traffic on I-66 for about half an hour, I finally made it to rehearsal for Miss Apple Blossom Festival on time (yay me!). I was so excited to be reunited with my Miss Virginia sisters and to meet more incredible young women. I also really wanted to win Miss Apple Blossom Festival 2012, but I had placed it in God's hands a long time ago. I'm a firm believer that what God has for me is for me and there isn't a thing anyone can do about it. I had been suffering cold-like symptoms for the past week and was losing my voice. Since my talent is vocal, I was beginning to worry. After a seven-hour rehearsal, I went home with my host family and my host mom made a bowl of chicken noodle soup for me. I am indeed lucky that I got the host family I did. I have known them a few years, as I was a National American Miss (NAM) state titleholder with the daughter, Olivia, in 2008. Diane and Olivia really welcomed me into their own and treated me like I was part of the family. Olivia even gave up her nice, comfy bed so that I'd have a good night's rest before my interview the next morning.

Saturday

7:12 a.m. When I woke up the next morning, my first thought was: I need to watch the news! If you didn't know, Miss America interviews on the local, state and national levels are HARD. Any topic you can and cannot think of is fair game and your responsibility to be prepared for. Talk about intimidating! I will say that I've learned there is no way to be prepared for everything. In some situations, you just won't know all the details. In my opinion, those moments matter more than the moments you are prepared for, for they show your poise and ability maintain composure. These are absolute necessities for the job of Miss Virginia. It was no surprise that much of what was being covered on the news was the Penn State scandal. There was also local news that I made note of.

12:15 p.m. I had a rather late interview time, which I had no complaints about and which also gave me ample time to not only get ready, but also take a trip to have my eyebrows waxed and get a pair of lashes from the CVS across the street. All of this was accomplished by noon and we left the house for my 12:37 interview time, arriving just after a quarter after. There I sat with a handful of contestants, some of whom had already finished their interview, and the others were awaiting theirs, like me. I find that time to be very instrumental in clearing my head of anything negative and really focusing on the task at hand. Just talking with the people in the holding room made me feel at ease and ready to show the judges what I'm made of.

12:37 p.m. I walked into the interview room, all smiles as usual and began my second interview of the weekend. I talked about my platform, Communication 101: Creating a Lasting Impression, and the negative impact social media is making on our communication skills. I also spoke of the benefits social media has afforded us, whether or not I thought Joe Paterno should have been fired, growing up with three brothers, and my trip to study International Public Relations in London last winter. After leaving the interview room, I felt really good about the picture I had painted for the judges, and couldn't wait for the show that night.

5:30 p.m. By this time, I was back at Daniel Morgan Middle School after quite an eventful Girls Day Out. To summarize, we met with our friends Tammy and Blaire (Blaire is also a former NAM queen) and went jewelry shopping, had a big lunch full of stories of pageant moms, adult bullies, and breakups, and Diane and I got pedicures while the others found retail therapy at the mall. 

7 p.m. The show got off to a great start with an exciting opening number and the Miss contestants proceeded to compete in on-stage question. You'd be amazed to see how much work each contestant puts in for about 3 minutes total of exposure on stage. And this organization certainly rewards us all for that.

All the contestants

Now, backstage before and during the pageant is where memories are made and where we bare all. Literally. We talked of marriage at a young age, the incident at Penn State, our thoughts on interview, and our thoughts on life in general. People often think that pageant contestants are catty, self-centered and not at all friendly with the other contestants. Some are, don't get me wrong; but through my experience, I have only run into a few like that. And none of them were at this pageant. Everyone was extremely supportive of all the others, their accomplishments, their goals and aspirations and, honestly, their ability to win the pageant. Because we know we are surrounded by incredible people like ourselves, we don't feel threatened, as so many people wrongly think we do. We also all have faith that things will turn out the way they should, because it's all in God's hands.

Opening Number

On-stage Question

Swimsuit

As Top 40 music blasted from my iPhone, we all felt at piece and capable of anything. Knowing that only one contestant is walking away with a crown serves two purposes: it pushes us to limits we may never have reached before because each of us wanted the job; and it reminds us that it isn't about the crown at all. Ok, so maybe it is somewhat about the crown. But realistically, we each had a 1 in 12 chance of winning. Doesn't sound tough, but it is. Eight of us had competed on the big stage at Miss Virginia, Miss District of Columbia or Miss VA USA. We were no amateurs. And I liked it that way.

Talent

Evening Gown

Awaiting the results

10 p.m. I didn't win Miss Apple Blossom Festival. In fact, an incredible young woman named Kourtney Ginn did. You may think I'm not, but I am so happy for her. This was her third time competing for Miss Apple Blossom Festival, and I guess the third time was truly a charm for her. I have no doubt that she will represent herself, the Apple Blossom Festival and the Miss Virginia and Miss America Organizations very well. Congratulations, Kourtney! 

Kourtney Ginn
Miss Apple Blossom Festival 2012

Sometimes things just don't happen the way you planned. In some cases, you think they turn out worse, but I think God answers all of our prayers in one of three ways: yes; not right now; or I've got something better in mind. In that, I found peace of mind at a time when I had so many unanswered questions.

Sunday

1:45 p.m. As you can imagine, I was exhausted after the pageant, so I rode back to Louisa with my mom so I could sleep in the car and got up Sunday morning to head back to Mason for my interview at 1:45. This third interview was for the position as an RA my last semester of college. Being an RA is a great leadership position and one that I can certainly learn from. In addition, it eliminates half my tuition because free housing comes with the job. That should make my parents (and their bank accounts) proud. In every interview, no matter what it's for, I always find a way to state that I believe my life is about making a difference in the lives of others, because, indeed, I do. This interview was no different and I think it went over very well. I shared my philosophy of an open-door policy regarding my residents and a willingness to be there for them in their time of need, be it good or bad. I'll find out the results mid-December and be sure to let you know.

2:30 p.m. With interview #3 over and enough time to catch a nap before work at 5, I checked my email to see if there were any updates. I was delighted to find that I had been selected to go on the Re-New Orleans alternative break trip! I couldn't have been happier, after a weekend that I felt was somewhat of a defeat. But I always say, "Every setback is a setup for something incredible." Without a doubt, this was.

5 p.m. As I sat behind the desk of the info booth on campus, I began reflecting on the weekend and looking ahead. According to StrengthsQuest, Positivity is my number one strength. I could easily have told them that without taking the questionnaire that dictated it; but in that moment, it warmed my heart to know that even a computer could find in me what I see in myself: a yearning for greatness and a willingness to stop at nothing to achieve it, despite all obstacles. 

I am already gearing up for my next local pageant and I wouldn't be me if I didn't give it my all. Until next time, this is my Scholarship, Service, Success and Style story. It shouldn't be too hard for you to figure out how they all fit :-)

Me at the After Glow party. I won a raffle!