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Ole Miss: A personal reflection from Paige Henderson

Ole Miss: A personal reflection from Paige Henderson

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Editor’s Note: The Rebel Walk is proud to present this reflection from our own Paige Henderson who graduates this Saturday, May 14 at 2:30 p.m. While we will miss her tremendously, we’ve been blessed to have Paige write for The Rebel Walk and are thankful for her talented and passionate coverage of Ole Miss sports. We can’t wait to see what Paige accomplishes next in the world! 

For some, Ole Miss is the college they grew up loving as they wore red and blue every day or attended football games with their parents.  For others, it is a campus full of southern charm with beautiful landscaping and a family environment.  For me, the university is a treasure filled with memories, heartbreaks, love and learning.

The road to Oxford

Marshall and Paige following a home game during her freshman year.

Marshall and Paige following a home game during her freshman year.

When I was a senior in high school, I remember taking the dreaded SAT and ACT and writing numerous, what seemed like long, college application essays, as well as researching multiple financial aid avenues.  I am from the Dallas-Fort Worth area in Texas and didn’t grow up supporting one particular school; I never really fell in love with any of the Texas universities.

At 18 years old, I had no idea where I wanted to attend college, but I knew I wanted it to be far enough away from home that I was able to gain independence and learn some lessons for myself.

In October of 2011, my mom suggested visiting Ole Miss: ”You know, that school from ‘The Blindside,’” she said.  I figured “why not?” so the two of us visited campus for the Ole Miss versus Alabama football game where we, through connections, sat on row three of the 50 yard line.

Talk about an overwhelming experience!  The grove was lined with so many red and blue tents and thousands of people drinking, talking and laughing.  The stadium was packed, body to body, even after halftime when the Rebels were getting destroyed by the Crimson Tide.  I wore a red dress and tan wedges, fitting in with the dressed up culture.  But by the third quarter, my feet were blistered, my stomach growling and I was exhausted.  I looked at my mom and said, “Let’s go eat, go to bed and go home.  Ole Miss is not the school for me.”

Fast forward to February of 2012.  My brother, Marshall Henderson, who had just finished up his sophomore basketball season at South Plains Junior College and been named the National Junior College Player of the Year, signed to play his final two seasons of college ball with Ole Miss.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  At this point in my senior year of high school, I had decided on attending Oklahoma State University where I would major in journalism.

Marshall and I with our younger brother, Chase, after Ole Miss won the SEC Men's Basketball Tournament Championship.

Marshall and Paige with their younger brother, Chase, after Ole Miss won the SEC Men’s Basketball Tournament Championship.

But with one phone call from Marshall, my whole world turned around.

“Come to Ole Miss with me, Paige. It won’t seem too far from home any more since you’ll have me there,” Marshall said.  After that one phone call, I instantly applied for Ole Miss—and within a couple of weeks I had been accepted, set up my orientation dates and applied for housing.

My first two years at Ole Miss really revolved around basketball and Marshall, not that that was a bad thing at all; I love basketball and love my family more than anything.  In fact, my family attended the majority of his games, and the whole experience became a family affair.

Freshman year: classes and basketball

My freshman year I chose not to rush a sorority; believe it or not, I was really shy and reserved.  I didn’t even become friends with my roommate Emma, who is now my best friend, until after living with her for almost three months.

I spent most of my first year at Ole Miss going to class or hanging around at the basketball practice facility where I would volunteer and help Kara, the men’s basketball secretary, with whatever there was to be done—answering the phone if she was out of the office, sorting through papers, or just sitting on the couch in silence because I simply enjoyed the environment and her company.

Paige supporting Marshall and the Rebels in the NCAA tournament.

Paige supporting Marshall and the Rebels in the NCAA tournament.

Once the season rolled around, I was engulfed with activities.  I attended all of the home games, including the game versus Kentucky (when I had been in bed for three days with the flu). At that game, I sat in the front row with Emma and a couple of other girls we befriended.

Most of the people I met my freshman year were through attending basketball games or from social media.  Once people found out I was Marshall’s sister, my followers increased, because let’s be real—I don’t post much of anything worth reading or sharing.

In fact, Missouri’s student section, the Antlers, felt it necessary to share my phone number with the world; needless to say, I changed my number that same day and deleted all of my social media for a few months, but that’s a whole other story in itself.

Though the 2012-2013 basketball season ended with a loss against La Salle University in the second round of the NCAA March Madness Tournament, the highlights of that season were many—winning the SEC Championship where Marshall was named tournament MVP, getting a bid to the NCAA Tourney for the first time since 2002, and beating Wisconsin in the Round of 64 with a score of 57 to 46.

Sophomore year: final Tad Pad memories with Marshall

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Paige and Marshall share a hug after his last home game in the Tad Pad his senior year.

During my sophomore year, the Rebels had a rollercoaster season, full of ups and downs. Marshall’s senior game against Vanderbilt was one of the most joyous occasions I’ve ever been a part of.  If you know who my brother is, you know the struggles he’s faced and the adversity he’s overcome. So, watching people line up for pictures with him after his last game in the Tad Pad was incredible.

I’ve grown up watching him play ball for as long as I can remember.  He inspired so many kids along the way, made the game fun for fans, and let his passion for the game run through his veins. He taught me how to have faith in God and in myself—and that you truly can accomplish anything regardless of what everyone else says.

There are so many moments I vividly remember from his time at Ole Miss, but the emotions from that last home game will stick with me forever. His final game for the university was in the SEC Tournament against Georgia.  It was a heartbreaking loss that left my family full of tears and heads down in the stands.

Regardless of what everyone else believed, I knew that wouldn’t be Marshall’s last game to play. I did, however, know that was the last memory I’d get to share with him during our time together at Ole Miss.

Junior year – On my own

Then, it was my junior year— 21 years old, still figuring out what I wanted to do with my life and now trying to establish my own reputation with Marshall gone.  I spent most of the year attending sporting events and enjoying life with my closest friends.  Some people hate on social media and think it does more harm than good, but it helped me build my own circle and develop as an individual.

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The scoreboard after Ole Miss defeated Alabama in Oxford.

Twitter is where I met numerous people who have become a huge part of my life: from families for whom I babysit, to photographers and other journalists, to friends and even ex-boyfriends.  It’s where I was able to, in a sense, network and get some published, written work under my belt.

Evie Van Pelt, a.k.a. @OleMissEvie, allowed me to write some articles for The Rebel Walk as well as work in the press box at L.P. Field for the Ole Miss versus Vanderbilt football game, where I ran The Rebel Walk Twitter account. I’ve been published on The Rebel Walk’s internet site as well as in its print magazine. Evie let me come up with my own topics, giving me direction throughout the process and allowing me to develop as a writer.  I’m extremely thankful for her and the amount of faith she put into me and my work.

Senior year: “Roll, tears, Roll!”

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All smiles after the Rebels defeated Alabama in Tuscaloosa.

Now, four years later from 2012, here I am writing about my experiences in Oxford and as an Ole Miss student.  I’d go into detail about my senior year, but the easy way to sum it up is to say that I’ve seen so many things come full circle.

If you remember, my first Ole Miss football game I ever attended was an absolute annihilation by Alabama, but I’ve now witnessed the Rebels take down the Crimson Tide two years in a row!

I rushed the field the first time when the Rebels beat Alabama in Vaught-Hemingway, and I sat on the sixth row at Bryant-Denny Stadium this past fall—so, roll tears roll!

Also if you remember, I said I originally wanted to go to Oklahoma State. Well this past January, Marshall surprised me with front row tickets to the Sugar Bowl where we watched the Rebels take down the Oklahoma State Cowboys in a 48 to 20 victory!

‘God re-opened the door; this is where He wanted me to be’

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Paige throws up a Landshark after Ole Miss beat LSU in what was Paige’s final home game as a senior.

In my four years here, I’ve made my fair share of mistakes, had many stressed-out meltdowns because I procrastinated or just decided not to try on an assignment, made a couple of bad grades and had some heartbreaks from relationships that just weren’t meant to be.

I’ve lost some friends and hurt some people along the way, but I’ve learned some valuable lessons and found that you have to be happy with yourself before you can try to be happy with someone else.

At Ole Miss, I’ve met people who will be a part of my life for years to come and made memories that I’ll never forget.  I’ve found a home away from home here in Oxford.  Through tears, smiles and laughter, I’ve survived what seemed at times like a long four years, and I wouldn’t change a single bit of it.

When I had ruled Ole Miss out, God re-opened the door, knowing this is where He wanted me, and I’m thankful that I listened when He called because this has been an amazing journey! Hotty Toddy!

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Paige and Marshall celebrate with friends after the Rebels defeated Oklahoma State in the Sugar Bowl.

About The Author

Paige Henderson

Paige is a crazed sports fan and an aspiring journalist. She is currently a senior at Ole Miss pursuing a degree in Journalism with a focus on Public Relations. She first attended Ole Miss by following her brother, former basketball player, Marshall Henderson, to the university. It was then that she fell in love with the tradition surrounding the school. Paige has grown up in a sports environment and has written some for the Daily Mississippian.

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