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Friday, September 30, 2005
Stiiiiiiill In Copenhagen
Hello again, world.
And welcome back to the inner-workings of my brain. I apologize that my posts have not been more prolific, but I find myself torn between living the experience and making a record of it - and my journal writing alone has been so profuse that it's been hard to also keep on on letters AND a blog.
So, what has happened since my last entry? Well, we had an entire weekend off, which meant hitting up Copenhagen with some of the team. I'm glad that they, like me, are dedicated to their season and thus only "go out" once in a blue moon, because Copenhagen doesn't even start to party until around 1am...that's bedtime, kids, bedtime.
Though we didn't have any games Saturday, I did get back into the swing of the "hockey life" with Bjarne, spending all day at the rink watching his son's game, as well as some older teams. I must say that though hockey is relatively new to Denmark (it's only begun to be popular in the last 50 years), they have a lot of talent. I was really impressed even by the 13 year-old boys. I think, like everything, they take sports very seriously, which has led to such a high level of talent. And if watching all day wasn't enough, we went back to the rink for the "ice disco." And I thought my public skating days were over in 8th grade! But it felt good to be a kid again and skate aimlessly, in tune with nothing but my own stride.
Sunday was a beautiful day, so I headed once again into Copenhagen and found "The Little Mermaid Statue" (a famous tourist sight, due to Hans Christian Anderson's fame here). Like most people told me, it was a tad anticlimactic, but the seaside was beautiful and I just kept stumbling over one ancient building after another, including the palace. I swear, I'll put up a link to my pictures soon.
Julie (who is really becoming my little sister here) and I headed into the closing night festivities at Tivoli that night after getting free tickets from someone. Tivoli is a rather small amusement park, but is filled with gorgeous gardens and was all lit up at night. She made me ride the big "tower drop" ride to get the "best view of Copenhagen," which was beautiful, but after bungee jumping, the drop left a little to be desired. Though we had gone in to see the band Cashmir play, she got tired and had to go to school the next morning, so we headed back before the big fireworks display (couldn't say my tired body minded, though). If anyone wants to come visit, I recommend a little before Christmas time, when Tivoli reopens for a big ol' winter festival. (hint hint).
This past week has been a strange mix of emotions and activity. It's amazing that I can go through such highs when discovering new sights and playing hockey, to experiencing the real sense of solitue that comes with the Watson journey (watching the informational videos on their website and knowing that the loneliness is part of the experience has been helpful). I have tried my best to go into the city and explore, but on game days I'd rather not tire my legs out, so I've been reading and writing here at the house, though having trouble really focusing. The hockey is terriffic, though. Spinning is so much better when you haven't just traveled for 8 hours, and each time I step on the ice I feel a little bit more like I know how to play hockey. We had a game Wednesday and won 13-1 (they were right about the competition in the women's league being uneven, but that is what I am studying!); I had two goals, one was on a feed to the middle as I cut in and the other was a slapper from the blue line. We have 3 games this weekend and I will let you know how those go.
And it is playing hockey that I am reaffirmed of my purpose. Though days can get lonely and I can hit lows, when I am out on the ice, I know why I turned down going to Galway: I love hockey. Though communication with the girls can be difficult, somehow language barriers and inhibitions subside when we are on the ice or sitting next to one another on the bench. No matter what happens, I have hockey and that is what matters. And, whatsmore, I have developed a number of sincerely strong bonds already (i.e. Bjarne and Julie) and those too will carry me through.
I am a bit torn now, however. Somehow, I have made an e-contact with a coach (originally from Chicago) in Belgium, who has 4 girls on his team and may know of a women's team playing out of Leuven, a city somewhat close to Brussels. Not having many games in December or most of January, I am now enticed by the idea of heading to Brussels to help him coach, perhaps play, and investigate why women's hockey is NOT succeeding in Belgium. I think my desire is a mix of the lonely days here and the fear I will tire of Copenhagen, as well as knowing that Belgium is originally where I intended to be. Maybe I should put up a poll to see where my readers would like me.
What else? Oh yes, tried my first smoggrebread (traditional Danish lunch of and open faced meat sandwich on dark Rye bread), which Bjarne brought me and was absolutely delicious! He is a great cook from cooking in the fire house and I think I may fill some of my time with having him give me lessons! He also found my weakness: chocolate! Last weekend at his house it was chokoladdesklpaddle, a chocolate turtle (kind of like a Cadbury egg, but better), and at lunch the other day he brought us chocolate cream pie-like cookies -- pie heaven is right.
So, gonna read today, work on my creative writing (I am forcing myself to begin writing exercises), and then 3 games this weekend!
And now, some notes to my readers:
1. For all those who want to post comments, one does not need to sign up for a blog to post a comment; one must simply check the anonymous box and, to sign the post, just put one's name at the end of the comment.
2. Thank you for the posts, they make me happy.
3. My stick bag is NOT "superfluous," "Bee" (if that is your real name). It was indeed necessary, as I needed to check the sticks on the plane.
4. My green stick rocks.
5. There are lots of people dressed up like spiderman and other various characters parading around the street and screaming right now and I'm not sure what the hell is going on, but they did wake me up at 8:30 am. Perhaps I shall investigate.
Peace and much love,
Meghan
And welcome back to the inner-workings of my brain. I apologize that my posts have not been more prolific, but I find myself torn between living the experience and making a record of it - and my journal writing alone has been so profuse that it's been hard to also keep on on letters AND a blog.
So, what has happened since my last entry? Well, we had an entire weekend off, which meant hitting up Copenhagen with some of the team. I'm glad that they, like me, are dedicated to their season and thus only "go out" once in a blue moon, because Copenhagen doesn't even start to party until around 1am...that's bedtime, kids, bedtime.
Though we didn't have any games Saturday, I did get back into the swing of the "hockey life" with Bjarne, spending all day at the rink watching his son's game, as well as some older teams. I must say that though hockey is relatively new to Denmark (it's only begun to be popular in the last 50 years), they have a lot of talent. I was really impressed even by the 13 year-old boys. I think, like everything, they take sports very seriously, which has led to such a high level of talent. And if watching all day wasn't enough, we went back to the rink for the "ice disco." And I thought my public skating days were over in 8th grade! But it felt good to be a kid again and skate aimlessly, in tune with nothing but my own stride.
Sunday was a beautiful day, so I headed once again into Copenhagen and found "The Little Mermaid Statue" (a famous tourist sight, due to Hans Christian Anderson's fame here). Like most people told me, it was a tad anticlimactic, but the seaside was beautiful and I just kept stumbling over one ancient building after another, including the palace. I swear, I'll put up a link to my pictures soon.
Julie (who is really becoming my little sister here) and I headed into the closing night festivities at Tivoli that night after getting free tickets from someone. Tivoli is a rather small amusement park, but is filled with gorgeous gardens and was all lit up at night. She made me ride the big "tower drop" ride to get the "best view of Copenhagen," which was beautiful, but after bungee jumping, the drop left a little to be desired. Though we had gone in to see the band Cashmir play, she got tired and had to go to school the next morning, so we headed back before the big fireworks display (couldn't say my tired body minded, though). If anyone wants to come visit, I recommend a little before Christmas time, when Tivoli reopens for a big ol' winter festival. (hint hint).
This past week has been a strange mix of emotions and activity. It's amazing that I can go through such highs when discovering new sights and playing hockey, to experiencing the real sense of solitue that comes with the Watson journey (watching the informational videos on their website and knowing that the loneliness is part of the experience has been helpful). I have tried my best to go into the city and explore, but on game days I'd rather not tire my legs out, so I've been reading and writing here at the house, though having trouble really focusing. The hockey is terriffic, though. Spinning is so much better when you haven't just traveled for 8 hours, and each time I step on the ice I feel a little bit more like I know how to play hockey. We had a game Wednesday and won 13-1 (they were right about the competition in the women's league being uneven, but that is what I am studying!); I had two goals, one was on a feed to the middle as I cut in and the other was a slapper from the blue line. We have 3 games this weekend and I will let you know how those go.
And it is playing hockey that I am reaffirmed of my purpose. Though days can get lonely and I can hit lows, when I am out on the ice, I know why I turned down going to Galway: I love hockey. Though communication with the girls can be difficult, somehow language barriers and inhibitions subside when we are on the ice or sitting next to one another on the bench. No matter what happens, I have hockey and that is what matters. And, whatsmore, I have developed a number of sincerely strong bonds already (i.e. Bjarne and Julie) and those too will carry me through.
I am a bit torn now, however. Somehow, I have made an e-contact with a coach (originally from Chicago) in Belgium, who has 4 girls on his team and may know of a women's team playing out of Leuven, a city somewhat close to Brussels. Not having many games in December or most of January, I am now enticed by the idea of heading to Brussels to help him coach, perhaps play, and investigate why women's hockey is NOT succeeding in Belgium. I think my desire is a mix of the lonely days here and the fear I will tire of Copenhagen, as well as knowing that Belgium is originally where I intended to be. Maybe I should put up a poll to see where my readers would like me.
What else? Oh yes, tried my first smoggrebread (traditional Danish lunch of and open faced meat sandwich on dark Rye bread), which Bjarne brought me and was absolutely delicious! He is a great cook from cooking in the fire house and I think I may fill some of my time with having him give me lessons! He also found my weakness: chocolate! Last weekend at his house it was chokoladdesklpaddle, a chocolate turtle (kind of like a Cadbury egg, but better), and at lunch the other day he brought us chocolate cream pie-like cookies -- pie heaven is right.
So, gonna read today, work on my creative writing (I am forcing myself to begin writing exercises), and then 3 games this weekend!
And now, some notes to my readers:
1. For all those who want to post comments, one does not need to sign up for a blog to post a comment; one must simply check the anonymous box and, to sign the post, just put one's name at the end of the comment.
2. Thank you for the posts, they make me happy.
3. My stick bag is NOT "superfluous," "Bee" (if that is your real name). It was indeed necessary, as I needed to check the sticks on the plane.
4. My green stick rocks.
5. There are lots of people dressed up like spiderman and other various characters parading around the street and screaming right now and I'm not sure what the hell is going on, but they did wake me up at 8:30 am. Perhaps I shall investigate.
Peace and much love,
Meghan
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Check Us Out
http://www.ishockeypiger.dk/default.htm
I, of course, still have no idea what any of this means, but I am using it as a tool to learn everyone's names (I am especially having trouble pronouncing #9's name). The one thing I really can't pronounce is Rodovre, which is terrible because when people ask me who I play for, I can't exactly tell them. You can also check out our games online play-by-play and will post that link when I get it, because I know you're all dying to find out how we're doing.
I, of course, still have no idea what any of this means, but I am using it as a tool to learn everyone's names (I am especially having trouble pronouncing #9's name). The one thing I really can't pronounce is Rodovre, which is terrible because when people ask me who I play for, I can't exactly tell them. You can also check out our games online play-by-play and will post that link when I get it, because I know you're all dying to find out how we're doing.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Hallo from Copenhagen
Hello, world. I apologize for my lengthy absence, but apparently preparing to leave the country takes a lot more time than I originally anticipated. So, to catch you up: I left Boston for Copenhagen on Sunday night last and arrived on Monday afternoon. I must say that after flying to Papua New Guinea (circa 25 hours in the air, plus layovers, I believe) any flight will seem short. In fact, I think that the flights may have been TOO short...before I knew it I was in iceland (paying about 6 bucks for a freakin' cup of tea!) and just after that I was in Copenhagen. The time flew by (seriously, no pun intended) and I didn't even have the chance to collect myself before I was picking up my bags and going to meet Bjarn. As many of you know, I have no foresight, so I wasn't too nervous before leaving, but the feeling of wanting to throw up hit me like a thousand tiny gnomes using my stomach as their punching bag as soon as I hit the ground (you'll have to excuse the gnome reference, but I'm kind of in withdrawl until I find one to be my traveling companion).
Luckily I had no immigration problems as I originally thought - hell I didn't even have to go through immigration except in the Iceland airport (boo for no Denmark stamp) - so the whole charade you may have heard about involving applying for a resident permit and all expensive stuff like that was virtually a waste...meaning I got up at 5 am to call Copenhagen a few weeks ago for no reason at all!
As I said Bjarn, team equipment manager and one of the girl's fathers, picked me up at the airport. He is at first a very quiet man, who wouldn't be when you're picking up someone you've never met? But he is an amazingly warm individual, who I can tell is going to be quite a father figure to me. I was quite impressed by how much love his family exuded...they're huggers just like me! He is a fireman (yes, we all respect them now, that's for sure!) and an excellent cook after cooking at the station for 30 years, so he cooked us all dinner, including Laura, the Canadian player/coach who has been helping me out, and Jeanette (a goalie) and Michael, who are letting me stay in a room in their townhouse. The dinner was a great chance to start feeling comfortable with everyone, and it is true that the Danes have wonderfully dry wits and like to mess with people, much like myself, so I should be alright.
Despite my jet-lag, I am indeed an overachiever and thought I should join the team for an hour of spinning and practice that night...by the time practice was over at 11pm I don't think my body knew what was going on. I slept until 1pm the next day and I'm sure I could have done more if I wanted to.
The past few days have been dedicated to finding my way around the city. I am about a 30 minute bike ride from Copenhagen (an hour and a half if you get lost like I did today), which is not the easiest of cities to navigate, having no grid whatsoever. I still have to hit up all of the tourist spots, but I at least now know how to get to the city and even found the perfect coffee shop for living out my poetic aspirations! (http://www.robertscoffee.com).
As for the hockey, these girls are good! They range in age from about 13-40 and I'd say they are all at least on Division III level hockey. They say a large part of it is due to their second year coach, Hecky, who is Finnish and specializes in skating technique (much like John Dillon only this one knows how to play hockey). He doesn't speak a word of English, but the girls are doing their best to translate (however, that too proves difficult since he is known to go on just as much as one PVB). So I am thoroughly impressed by their skill level, dedication and work ethic. They are also one of the smartest group of girls I've played with; everyone always knows where to be...and most of them have only been playing for a few years! Quite honestly, they don't need much from me to better their team. Hopefully I'll have a little more to show them once I get back into the swing of it. Apparently, though, their team is quite different from most other women's teams in the nation. There is one team that gives them good competition, while all other games are complete blowouts. I just happened to wind up with the national champions, which works for me becaus that means I get to go to the Eurocup with them in Budapest in mid-October.
On the ice it's kind of like shock therapy right now, since I had practice the first night I was here and my second time on the ice was a GAME last night. The game was against the U-14 boys national champions, which means that they were amazing skaters (Hecky also coaches them) so we shouldn't feel awful about losing 6-1. We play in a women's league and two boys leagues, meaning that we get to check sometimes. Checking is a totally new experience for me, but I think I will grow to love it, especially since Europeans don't make checking the center of their game like so many Americans do.
So tomorrow is another day of wandering the city and then hitting up the Copenhagen night-life with some girls on the team. I'll try to upload some pictures once I figure out how!
Yours in green,
Meghan
Luckily I had no immigration problems as I originally thought - hell I didn't even have to go through immigration except in the Iceland airport (boo for no Denmark stamp) - so the whole charade you may have heard about involving applying for a resident permit and all expensive stuff like that was virtually a waste...meaning I got up at 5 am to call Copenhagen a few weeks ago for no reason at all!
As I said Bjarn, team equipment manager and one of the girl's fathers, picked me up at the airport. He is at first a very quiet man, who wouldn't be when you're picking up someone you've never met? But he is an amazingly warm individual, who I can tell is going to be quite a father figure to me. I was quite impressed by how much love his family exuded...they're huggers just like me! He is a fireman (yes, we all respect them now, that's for sure!) and an excellent cook after cooking at the station for 30 years, so he cooked us all dinner, including Laura, the Canadian player/coach who has been helping me out, and Jeanette (a goalie) and Michael, who are letting me stay in a room in their townhouse. The dinner was a great chance to start feeling comfortable with everyone, and it is true that the Danes have wonderfully dry wits and like to mess with people, much like myself, so I should be alright.
Despite my jet-lag, I am indeed an overachiever and thought I should join the team for an hour of spinning and practice that night...by the time practice was over at 11pm I don't think my body knew what was going on. I slept until 1pm the next day and I'm sure I could have done more if I wanted to.
The past few days have been dedicated to finding my way around the city. I am about a 30 minute bike ride from Copenhagen (an hour and a half if you get lost like I did today), which is not the easiest of cities to navigate, having no grid whatsoever. I still have to hit up all of the tourist spots, but I at least now know how to get to the city and even found the perfect coffee shop for living out my poetic aspirations! (http://www.robertscoffee.com).
As for the hockey, these girls are good! They range in age from about 13-40 and I'd say they are all at least on Division III level hockey. They say a large part of it is due to their second year coach, Hecky, who is Finnish and specializes in skating technique (much like John Dillon only this one knows how to play hockey). He doesn't speak a word of English, but the girls are doing their best to translate (however, that too proves difficult since he is known to go on just as much as one PVB). So I am thoroughly impressed by their skill level, dedication and work ethic. They are also one of the smartest group of girls I've played with; everyone always knows where to be...and most of them have only been playing for a few years! Quite honestly, they don't need much from me to better their team. Hopefully I'll have a little more to show them once I get back into the swing of it. Apparently, though, their team is quite different from most other women's teams in the nation. There is one team that gives them good competition, while all other games are complete blowouts. I just happened to wind up with the national champions, which works for me becaus that means I get to go to the Eurocup with them in Budapest in mid-October.
On the ice it's kind of like shock therapy right now, since I had practice the first night I was here and my second time on the ice was a GAME last night. The game was against the U-14 boys national champions, which means that they were amazing skaters (Hecky also coaches them) so we shouldn't feel awful about losing 6-1. We play in a women's league and two boys leagues, meaning that we get to check sometimes. Checking is a totally new experience for me, but I think I will grow to love it, especially since Europeans don't make checking the center of their game like so many Americans do.
So tomorrow is another day of wandering the city and then hitting up the Copenhagen night-life with some girls on the team. I'll try to upload some pictures once I figure out how!
Yours in green,
Meghan
Thursday, September 15, 2005
A Timely Reaffirmation
My mom sent the following article to me (originally from The Daily Om) and I found it quite a nice reaffirmation of my upcoming adventure, which in many ways will be a mental one. A lot of people have acted surprised and a bit wary of a life in which my only main task is to play hockey a few times a week. But really, does it get any better than this? A wise man by the name of Kevin Mahoney instructed me last evening that the greatest gift I am receiving this year is not so much money, but rather, time. When else am I going to get the chance to write the next great American (or will it be Danish?) novel, or learn to play the guitar, or catch up on my endless "To Read" list, all on someone elses dime, and while restarting the hockey career I was certain was over in the process? NEVER! So, if I'm not on the ice or at spinning, you can find me at a cafe in Copenhagen, sipping tea and being mindful (and if you see this as a good plan and want to donate to the "Lattes for Meghan Fund"), just let me know.
September 15, 2005Conscious IdleThe Art of Inactivity
Our world is one of cycles. Tides ebb and flow, one season gives way to the next, night follows day. In our own lives, we have periods of great activity and periods of rest. Just as high tide is no better than low tide and summer no better than spring, activity is not, in itself, better than inactivity. If fact, these times of rest and rejuvenation, idleness and dreaming, help us connect to ourselves and to our divine source. Our culture tends to applaud action and achievement. We are often most comfortable with ourselves when we are clearly traveling toward a goal. During these times of striving, we direct our energy outward. We take action on our vision and follow the steps that lead us to our goal. But there are moments in this process when the urge comes to take a break, retreat, or just lay low. The tendency may be to judge ourselves negatively as we may be less comfortable with these moments of down time which is a great time to check in with our intention. By being aware of your intention behind the action of laying low you can gain a higher perspective on it. Ask yourself if your intention is to honor an essential part of your being or to hide from it. Is your intent one that is ultimately kind to yourself - empowering rather than diminishing? Perhaps you sense it is simply time to pause and allow the universe work its magic on your behalf. When you feel the urge to have down time, trust that this is a natural part of the process of achieving your goals. Know that what may appear to be a deviation from your path can actually prove to be a shortcut and give yourself permission to do exactly as you are moved to do. Curl up under the covers with a favorite book or catch an old movie on TV. Soak up some sun or daydream the day away. Better yet, do nothing at all. Allow yourself to simply be - alive and at ease.
September 15, 2005Conscious IdleThe Art of Inactivity
Our world is one of cycles. Tides ebb and flow, one season gives way to the next, night follows day. In our own lives, we have periods of great activity and periods of rest. Just as high tide is no better than low tide and summer no better than spring, activity is not, in itself, better than inactivity. If fact, these times of rest and rejuvenation, idleness and dreaming, help us connect to ourselves and to our divine source. Our culture tends to applaud action and achievement. We are often most comfortable with ourselves when we are clearly traveling toward a goal. During these times of striving, we direct our energy outward. We take action on our vision and follow the steps that lead us to our goal. But there are moments in this process when the urge comes to take a break, retreat, or just lay low. The tendency may be to judge ourselves negatively as we may be less comfortable with these moments of down time which is a great time to check in with our intention. By being aware of your intention behind the action of laying low you can gain a higher perspective on it. Ask yourself if your intention is to honor an essential part of your being or to hide from it. Is your intent one that is ultimately kind to yourself - empowering rather than diminishing? Perhaps you sense it is simply time to pause and allow the universe work its magic on your behalf. When you feel the urge to have down time, trust that this is a natural part of the process of achieving your goals. Know that what may appear to be a deviation from your path can actually prove to be a shortcut and give yourself permission to do exactly as you are moved to do. Curl up under the covers with a favorite book or catch an old movie on TV. Soak up some sun or daydream the day away. Better yet, do nothing at all. Allow yourself to simply be - alive and at ease.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Holy Cross Article
Holy Cross Scholar-Athlete Earns Watson Award
Meghan Mahoney, a 2005 graduate of the College of the Holy Cross and member of the women’s varsity ice hockey team, has received the prestigious Thomas J. Watson Fellowship for her self-designed research project titled "Life Without Title IX: The International Development of Women’s Ice Hockey." Mahoney was one of five alternates when the Watson fellowships were announced in March; and received official word this month that her project was accepted.
Mahoney, an English major with a creative writing emphasis and philosophy minor from Utica, N.Y., will be studying in South Africa, New Zealand and one of the following countries: Denmark, the Netherlands, Norway, Switzerland or Iceland.
"During my time, I hope to play as much hockey as possible," she said. "I have proposed to play in women’s club leagues in each of my chosen countries to find out how the game is taking shape in those countries that aren’t already dominant, well-known forces in the game. I may also attempt to train with each nation’s national team in order to expand my playing time, as well as coach youth teams and perhaps even observe physical education classes in local schools in order to discern how females are treated in athletics in general. My goal is to assess how strongly girls are encouraged to play sports and how equally they are treated in countries that may not have laws such as Title IX. The law has made a large impact on the growth of women’s ice hockey here in the U.S. and I want to see whether such legislation is being implemented in and effecting other countries, as well as whether or not the game can develop strongly without it."
In addition to playing varsity ice hockey, Mahoney was a member of Habitat for Humanity International for two years (going to Zambia her first year, and leading a trip to Papua New Guinea this past June); president of the English honor society, Sigma Tau Delta; president of the Literary Society; a member of Alpha Sigma Nu, Phi Beta Kappa and the Philosophy Honor Society, Phi Sigma Tau; a member of the English department Student Advisory Committee; on the editorial staff of The Criterion; and a SPUD (Student Programs for Urban Development) participant.
Mahoney is one of 50 college seniors nationwide selected to receive a 2005-2006 Watson. The fellowship with a stipend of $25,000, is a one-year grant for independent study and travel outside of the United States.
August 30, 2005nm
Meghan Mahoney, a 2005 graduate of the College of the Holy Cross and member of the women’s varsity ice hockey team, has received the prestigious Thomas J. Watson Fellowship for her self-designed research project titled "Life Without Title IX: The International Development of Women’s Ice Hockey." Mahoney was one of five alternates when the Watson fellowships were announced in March; and received official word this month that her project was accepted.
Mahoney, an English major with a creative writing emphasis and philosophy minor from Utica, N.Y., will be studying in South Africa, New Zealand and one of the following countries: Denmark, the Netherlands, Norway, Switzerland or Iceland.
"During my time, I hope to play as much hockey as possible," she said. "I have proposed to play in women’s club leagues in each of my chosen countries to find out how the game is taking shape in those countries that aren’t already dominant, well-known forces in the game. I may also attempt to train with each nation’s national team in order to expand my playing time, as well as coach youth teams and perhaps even observe physical education classes in local schools in order to discern how females are treated in athletics in general. My goal is to assess how strongly girls are encouraged to play sports and how equally they are treated in countries that may not have laws such as Title IX. The law has made a large impact on the growth of women’s ice hockey here in the U.S. and I want to see whether such legislation is being implemented in and effecting other countries, as well as whether or not the game can develop strongly without it."
In addition to playing varsity ice hockey, Mahoney was a member of Habitat for Humanity International for two years (going to Zambia her first year, and leading a trip to Papua New Guinea this past June); president of the English honor society, Sigma Tau Delta; president of the Literary Society; a member of Alpha Sigma Nu, Phi Beta Kappa and the Philosophy Honor Society, Phi Sigma Tau; a member of the English department Student Advisory Committee; on the editorial staff of The Criterion; and a SPUD (Student Programs for Urban Development) participant.
Mahoney is one of 50 college seniors nationwide selected to receive a 2005-2006 Watson. The fellowship with a stipend of $25,000, is a one-year grant for independent study and travel outside of the United States.
August 30, 2005nm
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Welcome To My Blog
Dear Friendly Reader,
Welcome to my blog, where you'll be kept up to date and informed on all the important and exciting events that are bound to transpire during my year as a Watson Fellow. If you know me, then you know I am longwinded and verbose (see what I mean?) and have a knack for thoroughly corny jokes utilizing my affection for the English language. Nevertheless, I suggest you sit back, relax, and hold on for the reading adventure of your life as I embark upon my next big real life adventure.
Yours in green,
Meghan O'Neill Mahoney
Welcome to my blog, where you'll be kept up to date and informed on all the important and exciting events that are bound to transpire during my year as a Watson Fellow. If you know me, then you know I am longwinded and verbose (see what I mean?) and have a knack for thoroughly corny jokes utilizing my affection for the English language. Nevertheless, I suggest you sit back, relax, and hold on for the reading adventure of your life as I embark upon my next big real life adventure.
Yours in green,
Meghan O'Neill Mahoney
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