The Joy of Gymnastics: OU Meets Arkansas at Norman - Joscelyn Roberson, Faith Torrez, Jordan Bowers, Frankie Price shine

I had an amazing experience!  I had the chance to attend the OU-Arkansas women’s gymnastics meet at Lloyd Noble on Friday, January 31. 

University of Oklahoma gymnast getting ready for floor exercise.

I love OU’s women’s gymnastics, and I was really excited to see that now that we’re in the SEC, we would have a meet against the University of Arkansas where World Cup Floor Ex champion and Olympics alternate, Joscelyn Roberson, is competing.  I purchased great seats for myself, Shandell, and little 3-year-old Brielle and 7-year-old Monty, in order to see Joscelyn Roberson in person.  What would she be like in person?  I’ve certainly seen her in videos, but do they do her justice? 

Three-year-old aspiring gymnast wearing her OU Sooners leo and dress.

It was so amazing to see Texarkana born and raised Joscelyn Roberson compete in person.  I first became aware of her during the 2023 Pan American Games and also the Cairo World Cup where she earned a Gold in Floor Exercise.  Her coaches in Texarkana should receive huge credit for developing such a great athlete and sportsman as well.  At any rate, when I first saw her, she was 16, and at 4 ft 8 inches, a little powerhouse.  Her music and her tumbling passes were incredible.  She did receive criticism for “lack of artistry,” but honestly, I think it’s only because she does not have the sylph-like appearance of a rhythmic gymnast.  Also the code of points privileges difficulty, so tumbling passes become superhuman in difficulty, along with floor-based wolf turns. I followed her career with avid interest, really disagreeing with her detractors, and I think they have no idea whatsoever about Joscelyn’s true “provenance.”  This is just a theory, but I suspect her tumbling prowess is due to the depth and breadth of tumbling talent and coaching in Texarkana, thanks to Cheer.  Texarkana high schools, such as Arkansas High School regularly rank in the top 10 nationally.  They are stunning!  Granted, their technique is quite different than gymnastics, but many of the tumbling passes require tucks, twists, and more.  

Joscelyn Roberson (far left) getting ready for vault. 

I was sad to see Joscelyn suffer a serious ankle injury during a warm-up for the vault.  She came back, better than ever, and earned a spot as an alternate for the U.S. Olympic Team going to Paris. I was secretly hoping that she would sign a Letter of Intent with the University of Oklahoma.  OU has earned a reputation as a team with tremendous concentration, discipline, mental toughness, and consistency.  They did not advance to the National Championships last year, but there were injuries, and they were rebuilding.  This year, OU’s women gymnasts are ranked #1 in the nation. It was exciting to see Jordan Bowers and Faith Torres (tied for all-around in this meet) along with teammates Lily Pederson, Audrey Davis, Addison Fatta, Danae Fletcher, and more.  I am incredibly impressed with OU’s coaching and the support behind the scenes.  I used to see the women’s gymnastics team at 6 am at Murray Case Sells doing low-impact cardio in the diving well and it was all I could do to restrain myself from going totally “fan-girl” on them and asking for autographs (on what?  My swim cap?).  I was a huge fan of the now graduated Ragan Smith, Madison Snook, and many others.  One true hero who led Oklahoma to national championships in 2017 and 2018 was Maggie Nichols (who was in the audience!!).  Maggie wrote about her experiences in a book. Her courage always stunned me – she was one of the gymnasts who testified against Larry Nassar.  In fact, she was “Athlete A,” who was the first to report to U.S. Gymnastics what Nassar had been doing to the gymnasts.  That took incalculable courage!! Instead of continuing to pursue elite gymnastics, she chose to go the college route.  When she was competing, it was almost unheard of for an elite gymnast to leave their club and to compete in college, where the rules are different, and the routines do not have the same degree of difficulty (or at least, didn’t).  This was before Jade Carey and Sunisa Lee broke that mold.  Apparently, Joscelyn Roberson is following in the tradition of Jade and Sunisa and is on the U.S. Nationals team.  I don’t know about members of the OU gymnastics team. 

The scoreboard after OU's final rotation on the floor. Their consistency is truly remarkable. 

It was reported that Joscelyn had been battling the flu earlier in the week, but she looked really strong. Her first event was the vault.  I could see her on the monitors, and more or less from our seats, but we were next to the floor, and away from the vault.  She did not seem to get the distance off the table that she has in the past, and there was a bit of a hop.  But – wow – what a difficult vault! She did a twist onto the vault before she blocked with her hands, and her hands where perfectly squared so she was able to push up high and get energy to do even more twists off the table.  It was really impressive. 

Her floor routine was really interesting to me. She still used the song “Stanga,” which OU gymnast Olivia Trautman had used in the past.  Sagi Abitbul & Guy Haliva recorded “Stanga” which has been remixed to infinity.  The first time I heard it, I literally had chills.  I used to listen to my CD-ROM of the “Le Mystere des Voix Bulgares” on my way to work in Oklahoma City for Kerr-McGee.  I would park in the parking lot east of the railroad tracks which is now Bricktown, and be really pumped up by it.  I had both collections, Vols, I and II, and just loved them.  “Stanga” borrows heavily, and is in my opinion, perfect floor ex music.  When I was in gymnastics, I had a routine choreographed to a literal bullfighting music from a record my mom had treasured, and it exuded pure passion as well. 

At any rate, Joscelyn is still incorporating “Stanga” (wonderful!).  Her routine has changed a bit.  Her first tumbling pass was incredibly high and she just totally stuck it.  I was a bit surprised because I thought that in college gymnastics you had to step back onto the back foot.  Perhaps she did, and I did not notice.  It went quickly and that is something I can review in recordings. The biggest change is that she took out the floor wolf turns (no wolf turns on beam, either).  She did have a great deal of sass in the dance elements, along with lots of playfulness and gestures to the crowd, encouraging them to pick up the volume of cheering.  I was going to say entreat, but it there was definitely a feel of play at work. The coaches at Arkansas are great for her. Jordyn Wieber is their head coach, and she is a champ.  She looked very elegant in a white flowing pants suit a drapy jacket (turns out she is expecting), and high heels.  OU’s coach was also elegant in black. Joscelyn totally stuck her second pass (which she always did in her elite performances) and the execution elicited gasps of admiration. Her floor flexibility moves were serviceable, but I think they could be more original.  Her split leaps have really come a long way, and she has made impressive improvements with turning her feet out and making sure her feet are all the way up.  Her final tumbling pass was a triumph.  I know I’m a bit at a loss for descriptors – my hands-on gymnastics experience was at a very rudimentary level, although I did take gymnastics classes for years that were offered to children through the City of Norman and OU, and then later, I had gymnastics every day in 9th grade at West.  I did not take gymnastics in tenth grade.  I’m not sure why. I focused more on swimming. 

Joscelyn was her team’s anchor on the beam, and she totally nailed all the skills. She did not have all the different skills that she had in her elite routine (no wolf turns), but she had really complicated combinations, and her dismount was a twisting one, with a blind landing.  Dangerous!  Her precision and confidence were palpable, and her team cheered her on.  She received her team’s highest score on the beam – I think it was a 9.925.

Scoreboard after the Arkansas Razorback's rotation. 

The scoring has been really stringent this year, especially after complaints about too many 10.0s and scoring inflation helping certain teams.  I guess it’s a good idea to reserve the 10s for the truly remarkable performances, and not succumb to the idea of going to a very complicated code of points that contains multipliers based on degree of difficulty.  With such an emphasis on dangerous skills, I’m actually surprised there have not been more tragic accidents.  Perhaps there have been, but we are just not hearing about it.  

Joscelyn Roberson congratulated by fellow Razorback after a great performance on the beam. The atmosphere is truly joyous and supportive. (photo Susan Nash)

I was expecting to appreciate the meet, but I did not expect to absolutely love it, which I did!  Wow.  The overall feeling is joyous and participatory, and I think it’s very healthy.  It’s a far cry from the gymnastics events I attended in the past where the waves of nervousness combined with parental obsession and coaches’ ambition created something pretty unpleasant.  I think I’d prefer electroconvulsive shock therapy to attending one of those kinds of meets. It reminds me of when I swam on the swim team as a 12-year-old and  saw a parent spank his little daughters at a swim meet in Enid for not getting their best times.  Perhaps his daughters were horsing around and merited some firm talk but that?  I was glad my parents did not like attending swim meets.  Competing is scary enough – why add aversion therapy??  

The meet concluded with a score of 197.828-195.975 as Oklahoma continued its winning streak against ranked opponents and remained the No. 1 program in the nation.  The Arkansas team was very impressive, and it is really thrilling to have the chance to see such high-level performances.  

Unsung Hero: My Mother-in-Law

 Myrtle Juanita Robertson was born July 16, 1924 at the Central State Hospital in Norman, Oklahoma.  Despite its name, Central State was no ordinary hospital. It was, in fact, the State of Oklahoma’s largest hospital for the mentally ill and the criminally insane. Her mother had been institutionalized after the death of her husband, but there are no remaining stories of why she was institutionalized, nor why her 11 children were all given up for adoption. Myrtle Juanita, who always went by “Juanita” did not realize that she was adopted until much later in life, and then, when she learned about it, she looked desperately for her brothers and sisters. She found one, Charles, who had lived a very difficult life. I met Charles and immediately liked him.  He was a small man with a wry sense of humor.  He had bleeding ulcers, however, and I think that the end was already near when I met him.

But, to back up a bit. Why on earth was Mary Etta (Shields) DeWitt treated in such a harsh way? The answer has to do with a hidden history of mental institutions.  Juanita’s parents were members of the Citizens Band Potawatomi, removed from Illinois to Kansas and Oklahoma, and then given allotments.  The DeWitts had land near Little Axe, Oklahoma.  After Juanita’s father died and her mother was institutionalized, something happened and it appears that the mother lost all her rights to anything at all.  This dark, shameful history is not acknowledged.  Juanita was raised by a family in the same town as the mental hospital, and she never had any notion that her mother was in the rather terrifying mental hospital on the east side of town, nor did she have any idea that she had 10 brothers and sisters.

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Juanita graduated from Norman High School and then went on to attend the University of Oklahoma, where she majored in education. She continued with her education and became a social worker for the State of Oklahoma.  Years passed, and she was contacted by the Bureau of Indian Affairs to let her know that she had inherited land from her parents, and that she had at least one surviving sibling.  This was a shock to Juanita, who did not realize that she had been adopted, nor did she have any knowledge of her Potawatomi heritage.

 

Ironically, at the University of Oklahoma, at the same time that Juanita’s mother was institutionalized and her children taken from her, the University of Oklahoma, literally 2 miles from Central State Hospital, efforts were made to preserve Native American culture at the Western History Collection. There are many harsh ironies in this situation, which will be the subject of a later, more detailed meditation.

Finding out that she was adopted, and then, the tragic circumstances, put Juanita in a state of shock, and she started to piece together all the things that had never made sense from her childhood, and also the deep sense of trauma, rupture, and horror that she could never shake off.

She immediately dug into her past and also into Potawatomi heritage, customs, and language. More than anything, she felt a deep, searing pain when she thought of those who were overwhelmed and helpless, who ended up losing everything, and dying alone, destitute, and sad. She could never change the past. There was nothing she could do to rectify the wrongs done to her mother and her 10 brothers and sisters.  However, she could fight for better conditions for the Elders.

 

Juanita was able to work with the State of Oklahoma, and in doing so, she worked on programs to benefit the elderly.  At the end of her career, she could look back and see all the programs she had helped shape that had to do with providing nutrition as well as emotional support to senior citizens in the State of Oklahoma.

Juanita died at the age of 90, an unsung hero, a Potawatomi who was able to reclaim her heritage and to fight for meals, companionship, and human dignity for elders.

Her funeral took place on a rainy, cool afternoon at a funeral home in Purcell, Oklahoma, where I had attended the funeral of my dear mother, just three years before.  I signed the guestbook and fought back tears until I looked out the window and saw my ex-husband running across the parking lot in a downpour, clutching a cardboard box.  Instantly, I knew what it was.  He was carrying the urn with the ashes of little Ricky, Juanita’s beloved white cat.  I remembered Ricky well. Ricky was the meanest cat you could possibly imagine. Ricky loved to hide under a sofa and then lash out with his razor-sharp claws.  I lost many a pair of tights to that crazy cat! But, Ricky loved Juanita, and Juanita loved Ricky.  Later, I wondered if somehow Juanita’s mom, Mary Etta DeWitt, had shared her spirit with Ricky, and she was there to do everything she could to protect her little lost baby.

Little Ricky, the cat, and his adored owner, Juanita DeWitt Robertson, are unsung heroes.

 

 

Unsung Hero: Susan LaFlesche Picotte (1865 - 1915)

 In July 2024, I had the chance to participate in an event at the National Academies of Science in Washington, D. C.   The topic was how best to clean up the orphan oil and gas wells that can pollute the air and groundwater, and thus improve the living conditions for many people, especially those who suffer from socio-economic hardship.

 

The building was a majestic example of intricate Art Nouveau with stained glass, wrought iron, and lovely nooks and hidden galleries where tributes to the nation’s most visionary scientists could be found.

 

I was excited and inspired to happen upon a tribute to women scientists.  I was deeply moved.  One of the first to really catch my eye was Susan La Flesche Picotte.  La Flesche was the first Native American woman to earn a degree as a medical doctor, returned home to build a system to provide medical care for the people of the Omaha nation, and to institute practices that would dramatically reduce communicable diseases.  

 

She was born in June 1865 on the Omaha Reservation in what is now Nebraska.  Her father, Joseph La Flesche (Iron Eyes) was chief of the Omaha tribe and her mother, Mary Gale (One Woman), encouraged their daughters to get an education. So Susan studied at a missionary school on the reservation before being accepted to study at the Elizabeth Institute for Young Ladies in New Jersey.  From there, she matriculated at the Women’s Medical College of Pennsylvania, where she graduated as valedictorian in 1889.

 

After returning to the Omaha Reservation, La Flesche instituted a number of changes:  She advocated the construction of a hospital and European-style frame houses to provide more ways to keep the patients in as sterile facilities as possible. She was a huge advocate of public health and encouraged families to install screens on doors and windows to keep disease-spreading flies and mosquitoes from entering. She discouraged the use of shared drinking cups at village wells, and was a dedicated physician, traveling great distances to see patients.  She was able to achieve her great dream of having a hospital built in Walthill, Nebraska, on reservation land.

La Flesche often spoke out against the great physical and mental toll that contact with European settlers and the Office of Indian Affairs had taken on the health of indigenous peoples.

 

To me, La Flesche is an inspiring figure for many reasons. The most obvious is that of overcoming the odds to become a doctor and go back home to fight for better conditions and treatment for her people. She never gave up, even when her own poor health made it difficult.

 

While Susan La Flesche Picotte has had the great fortune to have been remembered for her efforts, it is very important to keep in mind that there are many unsung heroes, especially within communities that are under-represented, isolated, and historically under-served.  It is a good idea to take a moment to think about those who made contributions, no matter how large or small, and to thank them.

A Philosophy of Teaching using AI

 Sharing my own thoughts and philosophy on teaching

With the advent of ubiquitous AI tools, I’ve renewed my emphasis on connections to real-world experiences as a way to both learn and to communicate the attainment of knowledge, and demonstrating achievement of learning objectives.

It is interesting to see how people use Large Language Model generative AI.  They may enter a prompt from the discussion board into AI to see what it delivers. It usually delivers information in the form of short lists, which are either bulleted or are bold-face in the topic or subject. When entire papers are constructed, they are very clearly structured.  The thesis statement is often very clear, but the introduction is unengaging. The body paragraphs have good topic sentences (as though from an outline), but any reference to relevant information is not cited properly (no in-text citations, no reference section at the end). If the topic is a common one (Write a paper about Hamlet’s conflicts in Shakespeare’s Hamlet), the information is likely to be pretty reliable, given that there are so many easily accessible papers on the topic.  However, it could be unreliable if the Large Language Model is using student papers, websites, and places like Course Hero for the data used to train the model.

My philosophy of teaching has to do with making emotional and cognitive connections to the topic and igniting a fire of curiosity and personal connection so that they feel real curiosity and a need to know about the topic because it could inform them of what could be a future path to a fulfilled and meaningful life.

I think back to my own experiences in life – when I was an undergraduate, I had dreams and there were aspects of life that really fascinated me.  I kept changing majors because the world around me kept changing, and I constantly wrestled with perfectionism, which made me feel either euphoric or in a pit of despair.  It took me many years to learn how to self-regulate, and now I think I may do it too much – if something negative happens, I immediately reframe it as something else, and my mind starts churning out affirmations as I seek “win-win” situations within my sphere of influence.

 

It's a lot of work, and it requires a steely resolve to maintain a positive outlook.  When I was a graduate student and had a part-time job, I was fascinated by emotional and cognitive “limit experiences” that would push me to the edge and inform me about the nature of reality.  I guess that proclivity was what inspired me to write my dissertation on mad messiahs and the apocalyptic narrative. It was the gift that keeps on giving, and I automatically process the day’s headlines through a debunking narrative mechanism that identifies key apocalyptic words and then classifies the narratives into apocalyptic genres and sub-genres. I’ve been doing it so long it’s automatic. These are good days for apocalypse, I must say.

That said, my world view has changed over the years to help me feel a sense of self-determination and well, joy & happiness, even in the face of clear chaos and uncertainty in the world. It helps that the world is always chaotic and so the panic-dread I felt the first five or six times economic meltdown and social discord were proffered up has dissipated into a “well, fortunately, no one has to live forever” mode.  What is that about?  I think  it is, ultimately, a recognition that there are things I can do to make life better.  But, I can’t control the world. Good grief – I can’t even get the information needed to be able to control the world. If I did have that key information, would I be able to interpret it?  Who knows….

And so, the world I view is one of the joy of discovery and the deep satisfaction of new connections to people, cultures, ways of thinking and living.

We can live.  We can live together. The more we know about the past, the magical intersections of history, art, and culture, the more joyous and open our futures can be.

We train our minds to see.