From the Editor | Taylor Kirby
TAKING A LEAP
A dying heart must be stopped entirely before it can be restored to its natural rhythm. I learned this while becoming CPR certified for the annual Lynx Student Leadership Retreat, and as our instructor moved forward with the lesson, I was stuck thinking about how bold modern medicine is.We place AEDs in Target so a civilian as incompetent as myself can stop someone’s heartbeat and jump out of fibrillation; 100 years ago, people ran the risk of dying from an infected papercut. When I was walking across a horizontal rope ladder 50 feet above the ground one week later, I realized that even Target’s AED wouldn’t keep me alive if I slipped off the next rung. Despite my training, I was still much closer to the septic paper cut side of the death spectrum.
The Student Leadership Retreat is a three-day-long opportunity to professionally develop students and help them serve the CU Denver community to the best of their ability. This year, the Sentry editorial staff joined the retreat for the first time, alongside alumni student organizations like SGA and Peer Advocate Leaders. We worked alongside them to scale Game of Thrones-sized walls, escort each other blindfolded across tightropes, and compete in spontaneous breakdance sessions. It was summer camp on steroids, and we all had a blast.
Even while I was having fun, I felt like I was going to die, like, most of the time. Some of my fears were unexpected but rational: I didn’t realize I was afraid of heights until I was hyperventilating on the high ropes course (sorry for yelling at you when you said I wasn’t going to die, Ashley). We had to zipline to get back to the ground, and I prayed to all the gods I don’t believe in the whole way down.
Other fears were less founded: I spent the entire three days feeling nauseated about Mock Rock, a Lip Sync Battle-style competition that we split into groups to compete in. If North Korea decided to aim a warhead at Larkspur, Colo. before the competition, I’m not sure I would have minded. In the plot twist of the century, my group ended up winning to the tune of “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” (and I almost blacked out when the crowd started shouting “encore”).
Despite all the athletic and performative challenges, the goal of the retreat was to return to our jobs as a stronger team, and that goal was accomplished ten times over. Seeing the Sentry editors develop inside jokes and come together as a group—even when I was away working with other student organizations—was what it was all about, and I’m so proud of them for rallying past the boundry lines of their writerly introversions.
This retreat was the capstone of a summer spent brainstorming new content, recruiting new members, and setting new goals. I trust my team to make this one of the best years we’ve ever had—and I look forward to sharing it all with you every week.