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About Katie Beedy

Sophomore

Katie Beedy

Communication Studies

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Twitter: @ktbeedy18

Hi there! My name is Katie Beedy and I am a communication studies and multimedia journalism double major, class of 2018. I am also considering a minor in women’s and gender studies. I have lived here in lovely Moorhead, Minnesota for my entire life. After years of telling myself that I needed to break free and go to school far away, I finally gave in to the voice in my head telling me that Concordia was where I needed to be (and my goodness, am I glad I did). I don’t think any other school could better suit my combined passions for music, theatre, people, literature, food, social justice, adventures, and corn-related puns.

I love words and I love Concordia. I hope to use these loves to share my Cobber experience with you all.

Katie Beedy

The American Spiritual Ensemble

Posted in Katie Beedy on April 6th, 2016 by Katie Beedy – Comments Off on The American Spiritual Ensemble
Unfortunately, this was the best picture I could get from my seat.

Unfortunately, this was the best picture I could get from my seat.

Last night, Concordia students (mostly choir kids, like myself) and community members alike filled the seats of Memorial Auditorium to witness a truly spectacular musical event. Concordia, in partnership with Classical MPR, hosted a one-night performance by the American Spiritual Ensemble. Since its creation in 1995, the American Spiritual Ensemble has worked together to create beautiful music, tour around the world, and “keep the American Negro Spiritual alive.” The ensemble is made up of 18 classically trained vocalists and performs a vast and exciting variety of music, ranging from classic spirituals to popular Broadway numbers.

Those 18 singers managed to produce more sound than I have ever heard in Memorial– and I’ve sung in two Christmas Concerts. Even from my seat in what could be considered the “nosebleeds” of the auditorium, I could see and hear the passion that went into their music. To say that I was moved would be an understatement; my soul was rocked and my heart was filled. From the second the ensemble walked on stage, to the countertenor duet of “This Little Light of Mine,” to the closing performance of “Circle of Life,” I could not stop beaming. I must take a moment to mention two performers whom I found myself particularly touched by: contralto La’Shelle Allen, whose low notes hit me in the gut and brought tears to my eyes, and soprano Tanyaradzwa Tawengwa, who performed one of my all-time favorite hymns, “Balm in Gilead,” while accompanying herself on the mbira.

When Dr. Culloton told us in choir that this performance should be considered a required event not only for music students but for all humans, I giggled. But when I walked out of Memorial last night in a state of sheer admiration and disbelief, I knew exactly what he meant. I firmly believe that if every American, heck, every human, could hear the American Spiritual Ensemble perform, the world would be a kinder, more beautiful place.

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Spring Cleaning

Posted in Katie Beedy on March 29th, 2016 by Katie Beedy – Comments Off on Spring Cleaning
This picture isn't directly related to my cleaning escapades, but my mom and I did match on Easter.

This picture isn’t directly related to my cleaning escapades, but my mom and I did match on Easter.

Ever since my grandmother passed away two years ago, my parents have dreamed of renovating her home on the family farm and moving out there when they retired. Now my mom has retired and plans have been drawn, and although contractors and finances have led to a few setbacks, it looks like their dream may soon become a reality. As exciting as this is, it also means a lot of work; somehow, we need to make that house livable and our current house sellable.

So, I spent most of Easter break doing my part: decluttering and reorganizing the bedroom I called home from ages 11 to 18. I dug piles of boxes and tubs and bags out from my closet and under my bed (where they had sat, unopened, since we moved into the house eight years ago). I sorted through old pictures, toys, clothes, and school projects, picking out what could be thrown, what could be donated, what could be sold, and what just couldn’t be parted with. My nostalgia got the best of me a few times, especially when I placed several of my favorite childhood stuffed animals into a garbage bag to be donated.

My mother/cleaning partner and I ended up with two cars full of things to donate. Our first stop was Churches United for the Homeless, but when we arrived we were told that, due to some changes, they could no longer accept any donations other than linens and toiletries. So we took our carloads down the road to Second Time Around, a thrift store in north Moorhead devoted to hiring adults with learning and developmental disabilities who might otherwise have a hard time finding employment. The store’s profits help them make their living, and the business aspect teaches them valuable life skills. My nostalgia took over once again when I realized that one of the workers, Alex, was one of my elementary school classmates. When I asked Alex if he remembered me, his face lit up. “Yes, yes, yes!” he said. As much as it pained me to part with some of those old keepsakes, it warmed my heart to see the joy on the employees’ faces and hear the sincere gratitude behind their “thank yous.”

When I gave my childhood room one last look-over this morning before heading back to campus, I was hit with a wave of emotions that I can’t quite explain. I was sad to see my closet so empty, but I was relieved to have finished the task and proud to have contributed to such a good cause in the process. Getting rid of the old, making room for the new and exciting. New beginnings. Fresh starts. That’s what Easter is all about, isn’t it?

 

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#chctour16

Posted in Katie Beedy on March 20th, 2016 by Katie Beedy – Comments Off on #chctour16
ALTO POWER

ALTO POWER

I am writing this post from my dorm room’s plushest armchair. I am dressed in sweatpants and nursing my bare, aching feet. I am the most comfortable I have been in a long, long time.

Well, in four days.

On Thursday morning, I boarded a coach bus and set off on my first-ever choir tour. Since then I have been on my feet almost non-stop, standing on metal risers through four hour-and-a-half long concerts and two school visits (all while wearing nylons and surprisingly painful $14 black flats). Now we have returned to Moorhead and performed our final concert, and despite the discomfort, I must say that these last four days have been some of the most beautiful I have ever experienced. Every step of the way was paved with memorable moments. On the bus rides, I shared laughs with my fellow alto and COBBlogger, Ali Froslie. In the evenings, we ate dinners prepared by little Lutheran church ladies. In the tiny town of Dawson, Minnesota, we sang “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” with an auditorium full of students grades K-12. In Willmar, we sang in a circular church beneath the glow of a skylight that was designed to emulate the sun. When we reached the climax in Aaron McDermid’s “Te Lucis Ante Terminum,”  I felt goosebumps pop up beneath my nylons. On Saturday, I looked out into the audience to see Isaac smiling back at me. After each concert, I was welcomed into the homes of complete strangers and offered food and delightful conversation. During our special devotional activity this afternoon, I was reminded of my value within the choir.

I would repeat those magical moments everyday if I could– even if it meant dealing with some swollen feet.

 

 

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A Visit From Brian Newhouse

Posted in Katie Beedy on March 11th, 2016 by Katie Beedy – Comments Off on A Visit From Brian Newhouse
Brian Newhouse, featuring the tasty breakfast that was provided for us.

Brian Newhouse, featuring the tasty breakfast that was provided for us.

Today has been a good day for the journalist, musician, and public radio nerd in me. Brian Newhouse, Managing Director of Minnesota Public Radio’s classical programming, has been on campus holding sessions and visiting classrooms for the last two days. This morning he held a session in the Offutt School of Business to tell students about opportunities with MPR and offer advice about making it in the workforce after graduation. About fifteen students, myself included, sat in Grant 114 and ate breakfast pastries while Brian gave us a bit of a rundown of what it looks like to work at MPR.

I was absolutely enthralled. I have started listening to MPR News almost religiously in the last year– it’s pretty much the only radio station that I can get all the way from Moorhead to Sartell– and I have tossed around the idea of working for public radio at some point in my future. I was scribbling his words in my notebook for the entire hour. He has played several roles within MPR, but I took the most interest in the time he spent as a reporter. On the importance of writing, he had this to say: “There is always a demand for a well-written sentence, a well-written paragraph, a well-written page.”

And his #1 piece of advice for getting ahead in the workforce? “Be nice.”

It was also very exciting to hear that Brian is developing an internship program with Classical MPR for this summer. While the internship will be open to the public, he is working with Concordia’s Career Center staff to make sure that Cobbers hear about it first. Keep checking Handshake for more information!

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Warm Weather, Warm Heart

Posted in Katie Beedy on March 7th, 2016 by Katie Beedy – Comments Off on Warm Weather, Warm Heart
Forever friends.

Forever friends.

Yesterday was awesome on so many levels.

First of all, it was almost 70 degrees outside. Something you should all know about me is that I get really, REALLY excited about the changing of seasons– the first orange leaf on the sidewalk, the first dusting of snow, the first warm, hopeful day. When I stepped out into the sunshine on Sunday morning after a very long, exhausting week, I immediately felt rejuvenated.

Second, I got to see some of my best friends from high school. I was lucky enough to graduate from Moorhead High with a very solid core group of friends. When we went our separate ways for college, I was terrified that we would drift apart; instead, the distance has actually helped us grow closer. Every time we reunite, I am amazed by how little has changed. This time, we shared laughs and stories over brunch at Village Inn and ran around Gooseberry Park (in t-shirts!!!)

Third, I got to experience the Concordia Choir’s incredible home concert from the second row of Memorial Auditorium. The choir has spent the last two weeks traveling, sight-seeing, and performing in churches along the East coast. Yesterday, their already beautiful music was made even more powerful by the tangible bond that had formed between them on the trip. When members of the choir began to cry during the last few songs of the program, I felt my own eyes fill with tears. I am so lucky to go to a school where beautiful art is made and appreciated. Their concert has also helped me get pumped up for my own miniature tour with the Chapel Choir, which we will embark on next Thursday.

We all get in our own funks once in awhile, and sometimes it takes a very special day to bring us out. Yesterday was that day for me. My skin is warm, and so is my heart.

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