I had a bit of a realization the other day and finally truly started to believe “fuck the haters”. I love working with the pep band and writing about America East basketball so there’s no reason I should feel ashamed about it.
I know that not everyone will like me, and I’m okay with that. There are people I don’t particularly like, and that’s fine. I’m just more inclined to be professional about the situation and not be openly rude around them. I’ll disregard my personal opinions on a person if we have to work together. How does making drama help the situation?
There have been whispers and such about how I should move on with my life and stop doing pep band and such. What these people don’t seem to understand is that when you finally graduate, are living on your own with bills to pay and you don’t have any real source of income, you’ll go just about anywhere for a paycheck. Pep band is that paycheck for me.
Athletics and being in the band has opened up so many doors I never thought existed. Never would I have thought even a year or two ago that I would be covering the conference for a well known website. I’ve made great connections through being involved with athletics that pretty much includes just about every important person involved there. That’s not being attached to the school, that’s smart networking.
But even if I am attached, what’s wrong with that? I have a love for something and I want to see it grow to its fullest potential.
If they didn’t want me there, they probably shouldn’t have given me a service award last year.
Being part of the band gives me free access to our home games and the tournament. I have free range to take my photos, go to the press conferences and be a true member of the media. I’m completely fine with being paid to play drums, take photos and still have the ability to still be a journalist.
I get to do what I love and get paid for it, even if it’s very little.
So people who think I should get on with my life or call me a bitch or whatever, I’d like to see what they do once they graduate. I don’t have the option to move home with my parents. They’re in the middle of their own financial crisis. I’ve practically used all of my savings at this point so I’m about a month away from being royally screwed.
Driving home from Vermont last weekend, for the first time I had the thoughts of “I really don’t care what they think. I’m doing what I love and making friends and connections along the way” and actually believed it.
I’ve always been the type of person to care what others think. I know, not the best but I can’t help it. It’s how I ended up after an interesting childhood. So actually believing those words was a huge step.
I blame my empathy for part of this. I can be pretty in tune with the emotional atmosphere around me, which at times makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Someone else can do something slightly awkward or embarrassing and I’ll cringe so hard on the inside.
The best way to deal with the haters is to not let them bother me. I’m going to keep doing what I enjoy doing and be happy about it.