Yuki’s letter and the petition can be read here. The timeline of contact between the team and the Athletic Department can be found here.
In Part 2 of this series, we are presenting 25 testimonials from 25 women who participated on the women’s cross country and track and field teams during their time at Wesleyan. Each story was written and prepared by each alumna herself, and reveals a pattern of mistreatment that led to a cycle of disordered eating, malnutrition, fatigue, and injuries as a result.
While many of the alumnae touch on their personal experiences with Coach Crooke, his actions are only part of the focus here. The first goal of these testimonials is to shed light on the specific actions of Coach Crooke and the devastating effect that they had on the team culture. The second is to call upon the Athletic Department as an institution to step up and protect its athletes, the very people on whose efforts the Department thrives. The testimonials and timeline beg the following questions: Where was the Athletic Department each time a runner spoke up about the conditions of the team? How could runners expect the Athletic Department to act when it did not even really listen in the first place?
A few have asked to keep their name and/or class year anonymous, but that does not lessen the degree of legitimacy of their stories. There are many reasons why they may have chosen to remain anonymous, including, but not limited to, concerns about how the Department or Coach will respond to these stories coming to light. If anything, their decision not to identify themselves speaks even further to a culture of fear and intimidation within the team.
Read the testimonials after the jump:
This is part 3 of our series on the women’s cross country team. Part 1 is here, Part 2 is here.
Alongside the alumnae testimonials, we also wanted to provide a timeline that maps out the history of contact between the runners on the cross country team and the Athletic Department. A central theme of this series is to show that the Athletic Department was made aware of the issues of disordered eating and injuries that were perpetuated by Coach Crooke, and yet no changes were made to address the problems. This timeline, which was prepared by Rachel Unger ’15, is intended to shed some light on what exactly the Athletic Department knew and when. The timeline also speaks to the repeated efforts that were made by runners to push for change within the existing system as it stands.
So I was at the “Subject:Matter” tap dance concert on Friday when Michael Roth, bespangled in a dapper leather jacket and accompanied by Professor Kari Weil (his wife), sat down three rows in front of me.
In the process of introducing his spouse to a gaggle of professors, M.R. spoke eight words that I shall never forget for the rest of time:
Expectation vs. reality.
I grew up in Rhode Island, in a small town about an hour and twenty minutes from campus. This past semester, I saw hundreds of poor freshmen from more hospitable climates struggling to adjust to the weather, culture, landscape and general ~ethos~ of this very strange, very cold part of the country. So as a veteran New Englander (and I do say veteran because sometimes living here feels like a war), I thought I’d share some of my thoughts on the region — its history, culture, and some relevant life hacks — so that we can all feel a little more at home here. Hopefully this is the first of several such posts. Its focus, aptly for the season, is the terrible weather.
What goes into a story, beyond the platitudes of “there must be a beginning, middle, and end,” or “there must be a protagonist with a goal and obstacles to overcome”? How do I revise without going in circles? And, most importantly, how do I improve as a writer?
If you want to know the answers to these questions, read a how-to book. Most how-to books are trash, but a few are very helpful. They won’t make you a genius, but they will help you develop a level of basic competency in your work. In other words, they’ll ensure that you don’t spend all your time flailing around in confusion and frustration, relying more on luck than anything else.
This post introduces you to my favorite three “craft texts” (in no particular order), plus a bunch of honorable mentions (some of which I’ve read and some of which I haven’t). This is not a complete list. Nor do I pretend to be an expert. Anyone who knows me knows it’s a bit rich that I’m giving out writing advice. But, at the risk of coming off as a braggart, I thought I’d share my ~tiny grains of knowledge~.
Constantly astounded by the talent of my fellow classmates. Subscribe to their YouTube Channel?
What did you just watch? It’s a video projection — one of several — from Cameron Burger ’20 and Alvaro Chavez 21‘s one-act play, The Artists, which premiered at Wesco cafe on December 5. This comic meisterwerk, the tale of two eccentric, New York-based artists/lovers, ran for only two nights, and criminally, no one has reviewed it. So I thought I’d give it a try (see after the break).
Today, my friends, I am going to introduce you to my personal favorite cryptid and American legend: The Loveland Frog. The Loveland Frog, aka the Loveland Frogman or the Loveland Lizard, is a four-foot-tall humanoid frog that has been spotted multiple times near Loveland, Ohio. He is said to have leathery skin, webbed hands and feet, and stands on two legs.
There have been multiple eyewitness accounts of the Loveland Frog throughout the years. Read them under the cut at your own risk.
Hi friendos. Today, I’m going to talk about knitting. Nobody in my life ever loved me enough to teach me how to knit, so I learned exclusively through videos like this. Now, I’m a straight-up string freak, up to the point where I have a folder of downloaded Ravelry patterns on my computer.
But here’s the secret: It’s easy. Too easy. What you need:
Welcome to the first installment of Procrastination Destination, where Wesleying provides you with #content to get you through finals.
How a man of culture spends his time…
You know when you go see a play, have a good time, then return to your dorm room at 9:45pm, planning to go to bed early to recharge for finals week like a responsible person? Ya, me neither. [Screams internally.]
I spent five blurry hours yesterday watching YouTube. I went to bed at 4:23am. When I woke up at 11:30 the next morning, I looked at my browsing history. And boy, lemme tell you, I found some real gems!
So for today’s edition of “procrastination destination,” I thought I’d show you the highlights from my slow decent into tastelessness.