Saturday, October 26, 2013

An Archived Editorial for Our Dear Old State

I'm seated on the couch yet again, for another night of screaming at the television as PSU takes on Ohio State.  I'm lucky enough these days to watch the games with my favorite die hard Nittany Lion, who, as I type this yelled, "Dammit, stop them!" as Ohio State takes a 21-0 lead.  One of the best parts of being home watching these games, besides my company, is that a trusty visit to my 'ole pal Facebook has my fellow PSU fans, near and far, typing snippets of chants, "liking" celebratory posts and uniting in victory and defeat.  I know they too scream somewhere out there, pulling for our Dear Old State. When we can't have Beaver Stadium, we turn to Facebook for the camaraderie, to make us feel connected to one of our favorite places in the world.


So, I pulled one from the archives tonight.  I wrote this letter to the editor in July of 2012, in the midst of the Freeh Report and unreasonable NCAA sanctions against PSU hitting the airwaves.  The media had positioned itself to dismantle our adored PSU and after an emotional prior eight months, and the loss of Joe Paterno, those that loved the most, hurt the most.  The Daily Collegian published an abbreviated version of this letter last July.  I titled it, "Waiting on the World to Change."  It is timely to think about what has changed regarding the sanctions, the trials, the football team, and the media coverage since its publishing.  And to contemplate what remains unchanged about our beloved PSU.  I didn't edit the article, although it was tempting, but left it raw and just as it was written at midnight at a small desk, with just the glow of the computer light in my eyes, 15 months ago.  I hope it brings you your own reflections tonight....the game is not going well at the moment...so, maybe this will be a welcome distraction! :)  We Are...Penn State!


Waiting on the World to Change
Courtney Michener Calio ’02 Comm


Today I am; a member of a cult, a graduate of a football frenzied institution that cares nothing about academics, a fan that apparently never saw my team win from 1998-2011, a former employee of a pedophile supporting coach, a lover of all things associated with Penn State and therefore, should hang my head in disgrace, pack up all my blue and white memorabilia that adorns my home and burn every ounce of PSU gear I have, and trust me, it is a lot. 

Well, I have a serious problem, and so does every Penn State heart.   You see, I remember my Dad (all 6’5” of him) doing a cartwheel across our family room floor when Penn State defeated Miami in 1987.  I remember filling our minivan to head up for my Dad’s PSU class reunion and staying at the Days Inn, plotting how I would one day be grown up and go to PSU.  I relive saying goodbye to my family when they dropped me off at Tener Hall in East Halls as a freshman, leaving me with a soulmate best friend, whom I had never met before. I hear the Blue Band practicing in my head and remember it as my favorite background music for studying. I have my size 2T PSU cheerleading outfit hanging in a closet in hopes that one day I will have a little girl that will fit into it.  I bought a Nittany Lion snowsuit for my boys for their first Halloween costume, because the cheerleading thing clearly wasn’t going to fly.  The chill of the fall brings thoughts of homecoming parades, tailgating, and Old Main Lawn.  My 4-year old son has been on a family trip to Penn State each year of his young life and has attended 4 PSU football games.  I still have never seen anything comparable to what happens in the last four hours of THON.  My family and I own table wars at the Phyrst and the dance floor at the Shandygaff.  I worked for and adored Joe Paterno.  Graham Spanier took time to meet with me to tell me I should pursue a career in educational leadership.  I did.  My problem is that Penn State is not my school, it is not my team, it just is…so much more than you will ever be able to understand if you don’t have the Penn State thread in the very core of your being.

I don’t expect you to get it as an outsider.  If you didn’t go to Penn State, it is easy to sit back and judge and wonder why people love a school so much.  Must be the football team?!  Actually, I don’t want you to get it.  I want something much grander for the world my children live in.  I want leadership to never let us down.  I want to sit in church and not wonder about the priest.  I want pedophiles wiped off the face of the earth. I want people to be honest, fair, humble and respectful to each other.  I want the media to know what they are talking about. I want organizations to value due process and our judicial system to have time to do thorough investigations.  I want people to feel the power of being united by simple, common experiences like the singing of an alma mater, the sound of a marching band and flipping drum major, the power of participation in a four-word chant.

For all of you that really don’t know the Goddamn words of our songs and stories, behind what it means to be a Penn Stater, it is o.k.  But don’t judge, don't sit around watching PSU burn with a smile on your face, don’t wait on the world to change while you blog nasty comments in news articles behind alias names.  Join us. Do something.  Be a part of something.  Learn the words.  Fight On.  For all of us, for our children, for our educational institutions, for your soul, get to work.  There is a lot to do.  Taking money, scholarships and wins is just more senseless, power seeking, uneducated decision making that sets humanity, and our youth, back even further. Come on world.  We need to do so much better.

For the glory…
For the kids…
For our Dear Old State….
Do something.


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