Showing posts with label recruitment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label recruitment. Show all posts
Is SCAR for Me?
I recently passed my level ones. I still have a lot of work to do, but I’m getting there. I can do things I never thought I would be able to do. It’s safe to say I was one of the worst—if not the worst—skaters in our class when we started. I had no balance, no strength in my legs. I was a runner, but those muscles didn’t do what I needed them to in skates. In just a few weeks that has changed drastically. My strength has greatly improved. I can see and feel the changes in my leg muscles. I can cross over, I can skate on one foot (I could barely stand on one foot in September), and I can carry things at work I could never lift before. I feel like an athlete again.
And even more than that, for me, I’m having fun. I’m doing something. I’ve found a way to make this town not just bearable for me, but enjoyable. I’m on committees, I’m volunteering. I practice twice a week, and I work the merch tables at bouts since I’m not cleared to skate them yet. I go to after parties, I go out for drinks and dinner with teammates. I come home from really successful practices to find encouraging Facebook messages sent to me from teammates. I’m once again at a point in my life where I am surrounded by strong, intelligent, entertaining women. I’m making friends, I’m getting involved.
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| Scars at the Penn State Homecoming Parade |
If you identify as female, if you’re over the age of 18, if you can make two practices a week and pay your dues each month, and most importantly, if you’re willing to work hard and learn, then come to recruitment. Schedule to come watch a practice. If you’re interested at all and you have that little voice in your head that wants you to try it, then do it.
How I Took the Plunge
This is Part 2 of a 3-part series by SCAR Derby's own Samantha Rae-Tuthill,
a.k.a. Culta Skara
My coworker directed me to one of SCAR's Non-Skating Officials who also worked with us. She responded to my email inquiry with the contact information for most of the executive board. I got links to the website, as well as a link to the Facebook events for the clinic day and recruitment. It was only a couple of weeks away. I emailed recruitment@scarderby.com and got a response almost immediately with all of the information I needed. I signed up for the clinic and told myself I was going to practice skating and get ready for recruitment.
Only that didn’t happen. I never had the time. I thought about opting out and putting roller derby back in my daydreams where they belonged, but I didn’t. I showed up to the clinic, even though I hadn’t put skates on my feet in at least eight years. And even then I hadn’t skated well; I had no technique or training. I was terrified: I felt shy and nervous and unsure of myself—feelings I was not used to. When I pulled into the parking lot at Penn Skates, I was screaming in my head to turn around and go home. I’m honestly not sure how I dragged myself out of the car.
My coworker directed me to one of SCAR's Non-Skating Officials who also worked with us. She responded to my email inquiry with the contact information for most of the executive board. I got links to the website, as well as a link to the Facebook events for the clinic day and recruitment. It was only a couple of weeks away. I emailed recruitment@scarderby.com and got a response almost immediately with all of the information I needed. I signed up for the clinic and told myself I was going to practice skating and get ready for recruitment.
Only that didn’t happen. I never had the time. I thought about opting out and putting roller derby back in my daydreams where they belonged, but I didn’t. I showed up to the clinic, even though I hadn’t put skates on my feet in at least eight years. And even then I hadn’t skated well; I had no technique or training. I was terrified: I felt shy and nervous and unsure of myself—feelings I was not used to. When I pulled into the parking lot at Penn Skates, I was screaming in my head to turn around and go home. I’m honestly not sure how I dragged myself out of the car.
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