Introducing… The Dream Bus!!!

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Lena Jacobs ‘17.5 and Brandon Gell ’16 on the Dream Bus. Photo by Teddy Anderson.

It’s no secret that middkids do some pretty dope stuff over the summer. From internships that take us across the globe to volunteer opportunities in our local communities, our entire student body is scattered this summer trying to gain a little bit of that real world experience that everyone tells us is so important. Right here at home, though, some Midd students have been working on something extraordinary. Just last weekend, MiddChallenge winner Lena Jacobs ‘17.5 celebrated the completion of the Dream Bus. Intrigued? Like Lena’s perfectly coordinated blue shoes? Read on…

[Editors note: this article was originally published in the Addison Independent, speaking of summer internships…]

For unsuspecting middle schoolers, a school bus turned blue overnight.

Here, in the parking lot of Anna Sunderland Stowell Bingham Memorial School in Cornwall, Middlebury College junior Lena Jacobs has transformed a typical, yellow school bus into a mobile classroom that will soon depart Vermont for a summer-long trip across the United States.

The newly converted bus, which Jacobs purchased off of Craigslist from a seller in New Haven, CT, is designed to encourage social entrepreneurship and intellectual risk-taking by connecting high school students with experts in graphic design, marketing, social media, and more. For Jacobs, the project is a continuation of her work with The Future Project, a national campaign to empower young people to pursue their passions and bring their ideas to fruition.

The Dream Bus, as it is now known, will leave Cornwall this weekend for a months-long trip, stopping in 7 major cities, including Detroit, Omaha, Denver and Los Angeles. At each location, the bus will park at the various high schools where The Future Project has already established a presence. There, the Dream Bus will provide those high school students with the opportunity to workshop their ideas with local community members and Future Project specialists known as Dream Directors.

“When a student gets on the bus, they sit down with a Dream Director in the lounge seating area and chat through their idea,” explained Jacobs. “Then they come up to a high top table where local community members will stand with their computers. In every city, we’re going to ask people to volunteer their time,” she added. “These people might be graphic designers who will develop a logo for your project idea, or maybe they’ll be campaign managers who are really good with social media, so they can help you figure out what your Twitter should be called and what you should be tweeting about.”

Jacobs will spend the next week working to enlist such community volunteers for the Dream Bus. “The bus is kind of just a liaison, bringing these (community members and high school students) together for the time being. The important thing is that when it leaves, there are still people there to follow up with the students.”

After receiving a grant from The Future Project and MiddChallenge, an ideas competition sponsored by the college, Jacobs and a team of fellow students including Brandon Gell ’16, Morgan Raith ‘16.5, and Josh Espy ’17 have worked tirelessly to create this unconventional learning space.

“It’s all happened really fast,” said Gell, an architecture major who has been instrumental in the bus’s transformation.

“When Brandon arrived the only thing that was in the bus was the flooring,” Jacobs said. “There was no electrical, there were no seats, it was not painted, the table didn’t exist. We hadn’t even purchased wood yet.”

Yet Jacobs and her team have not been been working alone.

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The Sugar Bug: A Short Film by Will Hanley ’15

If there’s one highlight of finals week I’ve always looked forward to (yes, highlights during finals week can exist) it’s the Middlebury senior film & media culture majors’ senior thesis screening night. After months of directing, writing, producing and filming, the senior FMMC majors are proud to present their extremely impressive short films, and we’re always amped to see them—Dana Auditorium filled to the brim with students eager for a mid-week study break.

While many of the FMMC senior films blew us away, middbeat was particularly fascinated by recent Class of 2015 grad Will Hanley’sThe Sugar Bug,” a short documentary looking into the lives of local sugar makers and the process of making maple syrup. In Will’s film, various sugar makers across the state of Vermont share their stories, experiences, and love for maple syrup. Humor, intellect, and charm combine to make this film truly one of a kind. We hope you check it out and pass it along!

Start the Conversation: Life is Precious, by Matt Benedict ’15

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Yesterday, a friend, Matt Benedict ’15, contacted me eager to share a piece on mental health he had written. Little did I know how tremendously personal, inspiring, heartfelt and touching his writing would be. Matt, a recent graduate of the class of 2015, former captain of the football team, and cum laude graduate economics major with a minor in political science and classics, silently struggled with depression and inclinations toward self-harm during much of his Middlebury experience. In light of recent tragic events such as the death of Nathan Alexander ’17, and recent highly inspiring events such as the creation of Resilience by Hannah Quinn ’16 among others, Matt took a moment to step out of the darkness and share his story, in hopes of inspiring others to do the same. Mental health issues can be extremely difficult, dark, and terrifying, but they are also far more common than many of us presume based on the “all smiles, all success” facade many Middlebury students sustain. We at middbeat strongly suggest everyone take a moment to read Matt’s words, share them with your friends and family, and if you relate to Matt’s struggles, please remember to reach out for help. We, the MIddlebury community, are here for you.

Start the Conversation: Life is Precious

To the Middlebury Community and the World Community in light and memory of Nathan Alexander ’17 (I apologize to the family and friends. I let you down. I could have done more. We all could have done more. We are all to blame):

This post is inspired by two incredible people at Middlebury and two people I lost this year. Hannah Quinn ’16 for her courageous efforts to promote mental health on this campus. I only wish I was a fraction of how courageous you are. Also, to the well spoken and awesome Adam Milano ’15. For anyone at graduation, his commencement speech was the best thing I have heard in years. It is a reflection of the type of person he is and the special people that make Middlebury what it is. Again, I will never be able to touch the man he is and has always been. Next is my grandmother Melanie Benedict who I lost this past February. I hope that she is proud of me up in heaven and I dedicate my life to making her more proud. She provided me with my Catholic faith, which I am forever grateful and I need to strengthen. Finally, my incredible and awe inspiring Uncle Edward Carney. I strive to be the type of man that he was. He was taken from us suddenly in January from a heart attack and his funeral service made me realize how living your life for your family and friends is the way to make a difference in this world. I love my Aunt Nancy and cousins Alex, Kevin, and Philip dearly.

Before I begin I do not want to hear any words of how courageous I am because frankly it is the opposite. I wasted an opportunity to make positive change before this spring on campus and I will never have that back and this is an effort to try to salvage any sort of opportunity that still has not yet passed. It is much easier now that I graduated to tell my story so I apologize for not having more courage.

For those of you who do not know me my name is Matthew Benedict Middlebury College ’15 one of THE captains of the football team here at Middlebury in 2014. I just graduated cum laude as an Econ major with a minor in political science and classical studies (if I had to do it again I would have double majored in Econ and Classics but I wasn’t ambitious enough). As mentioned before I was captain of the football team where I successfully played free safety under coaches Bob Ritter and Doug Mandigo. I was a 3-year starter and had nearly 200 tackles aggregate over my 4 years. I was named NESCAC player of the week twice where I made 19 tackles in a game and 20 tackles in another tying a school record. We won the NESCAC championship in 2013 and I was named 2nd team all conference in 2013 and 1st team all conference in 2014. I was a member of the JV hockey team and a proud participant of the mixed special Olympics basketball league with students and special Olympic athletes playing together. I was just named the recipient of the John P Stabile Trophy for the male athlete who most exemplifies the Middlebury spirit. I have a great family a great group of friends and have been in many relationships (just to give you a little background).

From the above paragraph everything appears incredible at the surface. Even when I read it I’m impressed although there is no way I am worthy of all the awards especially the John P Stabile trophy. I have been congratulated over and over by family and friends on any accomplishments and the list of awards is even longer than I presented. As my family referred to me growing up I was always the “golden boy”. Success was my middle name growing up and I was forever honored by any school or team I was a part of especially at my high school Nichols School in Buffalo, NY where I was a 3 sport captain and also a cum laude graduate. I got into Middlebury College in the December of 2010 and I had the world at my hands.

Although my list of successes is so great, I do not like to draw attention to myself and often get embarrassed in front of crowds or when other people talk about me. I have suffered two severe episodes of depression these past two years. These times have been the scariest times of my life and have lasted many months. Not scary because I was actually scared, but scary because I felt nothing at all. The emptiness was devastating and it was beyond frustrating not knowing what really caused it.

The first episode was right after the football season of 2013. The 2013 Panthers had just defeated the notorious Trinity College and ran the rest of the table to finish 7-1 and clinch a share of the NESCAC title. In that incredible win over Trinity, I was fortunate to be honored NESCAC defensive player of the week on part of our defensive effort after I had amassed an absurd 19 tackles. As my coach Doug Mandigo said, it was an all around defensive effort and it was an honor for the whole defense not just an individual effort. I also agreed with him that I was not the most athletic kid, I just seemed to listen and was pretty smart (maybe not as smart as people thought).

Anyways, the season ended and I was honored 2nd team all-NESCAC and then was voted team captain by my peers and teammates at our awards banquet a few weeks after the season ended. This was one of the worst things for me that made my depression even worse. My self-confidence and self worth tanked so much that I figured I was not worthy of any award or leadership position and any thoughts of the future made it worse. How was I supposed to be a captain when I didn’t even have confidence in myself? Or what would my teammates think when they found out about it? I wanted to hide from everyone and everything. I could not carry on a conversation of any depth and most conversations were people congratulating me. Congratulating me on what? Not being able to get out of bed? For taking hours and hours to work in a library only writing a paragraph? I had no reason to be congratulated. I wasn’t working out and I was setting a terrible example for my team. I stopped calling home, going out with friends, or having any joy in life. I withdrew from everyone and everything and could not even look the wonderful beautiful girl in the face to say I could not carry on our relationship after a few months leaving her heartbroken and confused. Every time I hid I later on regretted it more and more which made me feel even worse. Self-harming thoughts began to creep in and one night I even took 6 Advil in one sitting. I felt like everywhere I went people knew right away about me and were judging me ruthlessly. I refused to tell my friends and family the extent I was feeling because I was embarrassed. I was ashamed of myself.

Slowly things got better and my mood lifted as the spring picked up. I still felt embarrassed about everything and knew I lost all respect from all the friends that I didn’t text back hang out with or from the girl who I blew off multiple times when all she wanted to do was talk or my family that I didn’t call, or so I thought. Over the summer I was on a mission to never let it happen again and I worked out harder than ever in an attempt to make up for lost time. I woke up so early at 5 am full of energy and my wonderful mother and sister began to wonder if I was on drugs (I didn’t touch drugs). They even went so far as to ask my friends. The truth was I wasn’t. I just realized how low I was for so long that I was high on life. I began to think of all the ways I could make the world a better place and realized how valuable life was. I refused to tell people the extent of my feelings besides a very few select group of friends and family. Even then I was too embarrassed to reveal how bad things were. I shared a mild story and kept it G rated to try to protect any dignity I thought I had left. They may even be so surprised reading this now to know how bad it really was. I made some serious mistakes over the summer and hurt my family members because I thought I had become invincible. I even went so far as leaving my sister in a hostel in Rome to stay up all night and go gallivanting with a girl that I just met. This made my sister run from one hostel to another leaving her disturbed and hurt. I did not see the problem at the time. I was on top of the world and my drinking habits would not let me be stopped.

After the summer I vowed to be a great leader by example for the younger kids on the team and to never allow myself to get depressed again. I felt invincible and thought I could just will any bad feelings away because I was so strong and was having a great season. I mean, I was the captain of the football team I could do it all, or that’s what the word is about masculine football players. I refused to reach out for a true support system to get the adequate help if things went south again. My own pride got the best of me again in fear of embarrassment.

In the fall, the amazingly beautiful, smart, and courageous Hannah Quinn ‘16 published her story on depression and failed suicide attempt. I read her story and immediately felt a connection after I began to tear up. I emailed her right away revealing my struggles and asked her not to tell anyone. I was still scared and worried about social backlash especially from my teammates. She asked me to share my story to help out all guys who were suffering and I felt like it was the most emasculating thing in the world so I refused. I wanted to but I could not do that to myself and had to play football and go to school with everyone and freaked out over the chance that they might discover my softer side. I refused and never spoke with her again often avoiding her at parties because she knew the truth about me, which made me beyond vulnerable and uncomfortable.

I made the same exact mistakes two years in a row including withdrawing from a relationship with the same girl who took me back after how I treated her in the fall of 2013. I did not learn my lesson. I was such a coward. I was a terrible person. My teammates thought I was this great guy and to be honest I was not being that at all. I thought I was going to flunk out and my future was over. I thought I had made it all this way only to fail the first semester of my senior year. I thought I would let my school, team, friends, and ultimately family down. Some captain I was.

This time, however, my beautifully stubborn mother was more aware this time. She begged me to seek out counseling and after some time I finally listened realizing it was ok for me to do so and that I did not have to feel embarrassed. It definitely helped but I realized I was still not getting the help from the people that loved me: my friends and family. I continued to put on a front and remained mute on everything. I lied to my friends about what I was doing everyday. My siblings and parents knew something was up but I still refused to open up to everyone.

I heard about Nathan Alexander ’17 this spring and I had multiple conversations with people. “Oh shit, that’s crazy. I don’t know why anyone would ever do that.” I heard this over and over again and I refused to say anything. I even regretfully agreed with them. I thought my friends would think I was soft to take a stance and I had to give off a front of being the big tough football captain who had his life under control. It was really frustrating because I knew I could have made a difference. I could have been the one to listen to Hannah in the fall and help curb these feelings of suicide at Middlebury by creating solidarity and yet I didn’t. I was too concerned about my own life and what others thought of me. I was selfish.

The reasons for writing this are numerous. First, it provided me a little piece of mind. In some ways it is in memory of Nathan and an attempt to reconcile the fact that I feel partially to blame. The reality of the fact is the whole Middlebury community shares some blame(students, faculty, parents, and families). Not only is it the person struggling that needs to seek help, the burden also lays on friends and family that notice bizarre behavior (slowly backing away from social situations in my case). It is on you to ruthlessly reach out and share how much you love them. I was dying to share my feelings but never felt like I had the right opportunity. We as a community have to make that opportunity happen. Provide that platform. Continue the discussion. To anyone that I did not text back or seemed to be short with during my tough times, I apologize. You have every right to be disappointed in me. But I am pissed off you didn’t call me out more. You left me off the hook and I took the easy way out. If you chewed me out perhaps I would have broken down to you. I’m sure the same is true with Nathan.

This is also for everyone to realize it is not just psychopaths that suffer from depression. It is teammates, captains, attractive people, ugly people, athletes, narps, guys, girls, and everyone in between. Even the big bad captain of the football team can suffer. Do not follow in my path and be a coward. Open up. Ask for help. So many people you don’t even know want to provide help and care about you. Everyone at Middlebury loves you. This is true for anyone in any community. Be brave. Don’t let social pressure wear you down and make you afraid.

It is because of people like Hannah that we have to thank. She is the true reason I write this. If this can help one more person reach out for help or for friends and family to be more conscious it is well worth it. I realize it is too late given everything that happened to Nathan but it is time for Middlebury and the world to stand up. Start the conversation. No more hiding. No more silence. Speak up. Reach out. Tell people you love them. Make the community and the world a better place. Mental health is no fun but it is necessary to talk about. Don’t be like me. Don’t wait. Be brave.

I love you all and every member of our community is special and important. Do not be afraid. If you need anything ever let me know. That goes for friends, family, complete strangers, or anyone feeling worthless. I have an obligation to talk now and shoulder a burden that will live with me forever.

Please share with all friends at schools throughout the country that may need some encouragement or just so everyone can start the conversation. College is supposed to be the best years of your life but it is this notion that often lands you in trouble. You see what others have and often compare yourself.  Think of Nathan and of all the others who could have been saved. I still regret my actions and will never fully be able to forgive myself but I challenge you to not be like me. The world is full of amazing people like Hannah, Adam, my grammy Benedict, and Uncle Ed Carney. These people put me to shame. Be like them. This problem goes beyond the Middlebury bubble and the silence needs to end. If we want to make the world a better place we must act. We cannot be silent. Moderation is for cowards. Tell everyone you love them every single day and treat those you don’t know with the same love. It goes a long way and you never know what another may be dealing with. It goes a long way and I realize I now must dedicate my life to making the world a better place which I did so poorly a job of for some time. Please do so before you feel the same regret as I do now. Do not be selfish. The world is for everyone to share and live with friendship and family. Act before it is too late.

Matthew Benedict

Middlebury College ’15

Matt’s piece can also be read on his personal blog, here

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On Taking Stock

As finals fade into distant memories, boxes are packed, and graduation nears, it seems only natural that we set our sights on the future. What lies ahead? A new summer adventure? A semester abroad? A new roommate, or city, or (gasp) a job?

As important as it may be to look forward to new experiences, it is perhaps equally important to reflect during this period of transition. How do we begin to take stock of this year as a whole. How do we sum up nine months of our lives? How can we leave space to both acknowledge what we’ve gained and honor what we’ve lost?

I think a lot of us can agree that our time at Middlebury often feels plagued by monotony. We fall into routines. We wake up, go to class, work, work out, work, sleep. Chicken parm on Tuesdays, burgers on Fridays. Atwater on Saturdays when there’s not much else to do. Sometimes we feel stuck in our social circles, we struggle to meet new people (romantically and otherwise).

But we shouldn’t allow the routineness of our experience to take precedence over the very real changes and accomplishments that mark our time at Middlebury.

After freshman year, I remember feeling overwhelming pride upon finishing my first year here. Not because I had a particularly well established group of friends, or because I’d found my academic calling, or even figured out how to do my laundry that well really. I felt pride because I had entered an entirely new community, I had made all new friends, I had gotten through a year of college, and I had moved to Vermont and not frozen to death!

As a friend recently put it, after freshman year it becomes about the inches, not the miles…

After this year, maybe you’ve made just one new life-long friend. That perfect cookie cutter friend group may not yet be formed, but maybe you’ve found just one more person that you can call when you need someone to lean on, or cry to, or go to Proctor with.

Maybe you took one really inspiring class. Maybe you still don’t know what you want to study, or what you want to do with your life, or if your major is really right for you. Maybe you took a couple of dud classes. But was there one lecture that was totally mind blowing? Have you learned to think in a new way? Are you more creative or analytical?

Did you find a new spot on campus? A new place in Vermont that you feel is yours? Did you take the ACTR or finally find Dog Team or hike up Snake? The winter was brutal, but did you learn to ski?

Are you a better listener? Or more compassionate? Do you feel more empathy? Maybe you had a tough time this year, but did you also bring light to someone else’s life? Did you help someone else through?

This year will not be remembered in numbers (# GPA points fallen, # of citations, # of broken hearts). This year can be remembered in strength, in love gained, in memories made.

TONIGHT: Spring 2015 Thesis Film Screening

222It’s the last day of classes y’all and we all can use a little bit of a breather before finals start up. What better way to kick back and relax than attending the spring senior thesis screening tonight!! Support your friends or support strangers and watch some really talented students show what they’ve been working on this semester. Ali Salem ’16 writes in:

See spring term films from the Senior Tutorial class, featuring senior thesis work by Christian Bonaventura, Will Hanley, Stella Holt, Hunter Huebsch, Shirel Lebovich, Hannah Marks, Dylan Redford, Molly Stuart, Zach Wilson, and Jason Zhang!

Date: Today, May 11th
Time: 7:30 PM
Place: Dana Auditorium
Cost: Free!

 

TONIGHT! Narrative Journalism Fellows Present: How Did You Get Here?

18702_10202688561213807_5595156830366400880_nTonight the narrative journalism fellows will be presenting their final pieces, each of which profiles a Middlebury student responding to the question ‘how did you get here?’ If you haven’t seen these before, give it a little google search. The talent of the fellows is evident, and their work is an awesome way to learn about the diversity of individuals in our community. Tonight, the fellows will be screening the digital profiles of Adam Milano ’15, Emily Luan ’15, Innocent Tswamuno ’15, Olivia Wiggins ‘18.5, Athraa Yalda ’15, Grace Woroch ’17 , Carmina Moorosi ’17, Yasmine Gilbert ’17, Sophia Bufton ‘15.5, Octavio Hingle-Webster ’17, Stephan Koenigsberger ’16, Sena Voncujovi ’17, Simona Scotta d’Antuono ’17, Christopher Vandiford ’17, Rana Abdelhamid ’15, Armel Nibasumba ’16 and Dylan Otterbein ’16. This should be a great time and I hear snacks and refreshments will be served!

Date: Tonight May 10th
Time: 8-10 PM (come and go as you please)
Place: Axinn 229
Cost: nada

Stoop Sale at Porter Tomorrow

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Alice Oshima ’15 writes in:

So tomorrow me & Sally Caruso (and some other homies) will be hosting the 2nd annual Porter stoop sale. This time it’s a “stoop sale” and will actually be held on some grass next to Porter during Rowdy Roast. We’ll be selling from 2pm to 4pm. Things will be priced from $3 to $20. Last year it was a great success and we almost sold out–gonna be selling a lot of good shit again this year. Some stuff from American Apparel, Urban Outfitters, Brandy Melville. Plus some Marc Jacobs, Free People etc. Oh and Cheap Monday skinny jeans. Those are always a fave. Clothes will be lightly used to unworn. Cash only. And YEAH IT’LL BE SOME 4REAL DISCOUNTED NICE SHIT AND A GENERALLY GUCCI TIME!

When: Saturday, May 9, 2-4PM
Where: Porter Stoop
Cost: varies

The Orchard Short Story: Marney Kline ‘17.5

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They Told Us to Dive In

 

Penny woke up to the sight of herself in the mirror facing her bed. She usually thought herself beautiful, but the harsh morning light emphasized the large mole on her right cheek, illuminating two new long dark hairs sprouting out of it. She slumped out of bed and grabbed a pair of tweezers, snatching each hair out of its follicle with ruthless precision.

In the kitchen, Winston, her father, sat hunched on a stool at the counter studying the morning paper. Winston’s mouth felt dry and old. He swung his right arm over his chest, pulling it with his left arm for an invigorating scapular stretch. When Penny entered the kitchen, Winston was wiping traces of croissant off of his mustache with a handkerchief.

“Good morning,” he said. “I’ll make breakfast.”

“I’ve got plans to go out for breakfast,” she responded. “Amelia, Carrie and I. We’re meeting up at La Trattoria.”

“Breakfast here is free,” Winston pressed.

“Dad, I leave for Berkeley in like three days.”

“Fine,” he said, grabbing a stray piece of mail and splitting it open with a used butter knife. “Do you have anything else we need to do together before you leave?” he added, scanning the piece of paper – a bill for Penny’s summer dance classes.

“Let’s see,” Penny responded, “I need to get a new phone. Mine’s like really shattered and fucked up. I’ve had it like this for so long. But we can deal with it later. I need to go right now.”

Winston sipped at his tiny cup of espresso. He cleared his throat. “I’ll drop you off.”

“Please just let me use my car,” Penny begged.

“Of, course! That’s why I gave you a car,” Winston snapped sarcastically. Penny interpreted this as her cue to leave.

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