Saying Goodbye to WVU

Very soon I will be moving back home to Kansas City and leaving behind all my college memories. Saying goodbye to WVU is going to be hard but I have come to accept that my time in Morgantown is over. I’m ready to embark on new adventures and see what life has to offer. I felt like now is the best time for me to reflect on my journey before moving away from such a wild and wonderful place.

What I’ll miss:

  • WVU Gymnastics

It has been such an amazing gift to put on the blue and gold to represent West Virginia as I competed with my team and best friends doing something I loved so much. My college experience as a student-athlete is one I will always cherish. I was able to travel to different schools and meet so many people that I wouldn’t have been able to do otherwise. Gymnastics alone has taught me determination, teamwork, time-management and countless other attributes that will help me progress through the workforce.

  • Aerial Port

Although I have only been a coach for less than a year, I have learned so many things about kids, gymnastics and most importantly myself along the way. Being able to teach kids who are so excited about gymnastics gives me joy and keeps me excited to come into the gym. The look on a child’s face when they learn a new skill is priceless. I never would have thought that I would grow to build such great relationships with my gymnasts but I am so glad that I have.

  • Game Day

Who wakes up at 7 in the morning to start tailgating for a football game? Mountaineers do! And even they weren’t the early birds. Beer, music, food, friends, beer, countless RVs, chanting and more beer…that was Mountaineer tailgating. I have never experienced anything like it. Mountaineer fans are crazy, loyal and beyond friendly.

  • Campus

West Virginia University is one of the most beautiful campuses I have ever been to. My first visit I immediately knew this was home. Downtown campus, where I spent all my time is centered around Woodburn Hall. Historic and beautiful at the heart of campus. Can you really call yourself a Mountaineer if you don’t have at least one Woodburn picture?

I could go on forever about all of the things I’ll miss and I can’t wait to come back to this wonderful place I called home so long.

And as a Mountaineer whenever I hear “Let’s Go!” I will be sure to always chant back “Mountaineers!”

Once a Mountaineer…Always a Mountaineer.