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Archive for February, 2009

Better Late than Never…I guess ;)

I never thought I’d find myself writing to put off doing homework, but here I am. I’ve been dragging myself through accounting homework for the past two hours and need a brief escape from liabilities and gross profit ratios. I know, I know. How could anyone actually tire of such exciting concepts, right? Wrong.

This past weekend was full of visitors. On Friday night, my friend Rae came to visit from Virginia Tech. As soon as we got over the initial excitement of actually being in the same place after six-ish weeks of separation, we automatically switched gears and had the “how’s college” conversation.  Even though our universities are very different, we had more or less the same freshman year experiences to share with each other. Both of us had known what we wanted to do with our lives since we were young and had spent high school preparing accordingly. I’d wanted to be a veterinarian, so I spent hundreds of hours in animal shelters and worked at pet stores. She’d wanted to be a special education teacher and took a month or more out of each summer to volunteer at a camp for autistic children. Within our first semester of college, we both let go of those dreams entirely. Going from a strategically planned high school and college career to one with absolutely no direction at all is a frightening thing to do. I used to have an answer when people asked me what I wanted to do with my life, but now I have to respond with an awkward shrug. I’m so afraid of not knowing and it’s nice not to be the only one.

Our other visitors were Mallory’s parents and sister, Carly. They drove all the way from Tennessee to buy us food, sew sorority letter shirts, and identify various ducks by the sound of their quacking. For their first night, we all ate at KubaKuba, a Cuban restaurant near Cary Town. It was small and relatively inexpensive, with an authentic and casual atmosphere. The huge crowd that had amassed by the time we left was bulging out the door onto the street. The food was delicious – props to Mallory for the recommendation! That Saturday was Valentine’s Day. While Meg, Nellie and I spent our day eating Reese’s Cups and watching everything but romantic movies, the Young clan walked around Cary Town and visited the Edgar Allen Poe museum. The Poe Museum was more or less a condition on for Carly to even come on the trip. Because, you know, seeing her sister was simply not enough :) I’ve never been, but I’ve heard its worth going to. if you ask Carly, it’s apparently worth driving ten hours for. I’m not sure most Richmonders would agree…

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Oh no he di’int. Nevermore!

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I have a feeling this sort of thing is frowned upon…opps.

Sunday was more low-key. We went to church in the morning, ate Chinese food,  and came back for a walk around campus. Having Mallory’s family here was refreshing. It may seem bizarre, but it’s easy to get tired of interacting almost exclusively with people between the ages of 18 and 25. It’s not even that you miss your family.  Sometimes, you just miss families in general. Taking a walk around campus with Mr. and Mrs. Young reminded me of all the reasons I love Richmond. They aren’t here too often, so when they see or experience different parts of my college, it’s still new and exciting. Mrs. Young kept snapping pictures (we pretended it bothered us, but seriously, what 18 year old girl doesn’t like being photographed?) and telling us how our school was so beautiful. When we ate at Dhall, the three of them went on about how delicious the food was while Mallory, Nellie, Meg and I were chomping at the bit to get off campus.

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So we have epic stick battles at the Greek Theater. What of it?

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Dear Mr. and Mrs. Young, Thank you for buying me so much food!! Sincerely, Alison

Perhaps the most wonderful thing the Youngs reminded us of was the fact that spring break is only TWO WEEKS away! I plan on exploding with joy on the Friday morning that classes let out. When I get back, I get to host a Richmond Scholar Interviewee. Congratulations to all of you who received letters inviting you to come to campus! We’re all excited to have you!

 Have a great one - sorry for the slight delay in posting this week!

Opening the Windows

            I bet you thought that title was some kind of deep and insightful metaphor and clicked on it expecting me to reveal part of my innermost self to you. Well…sorry to disappoint. We’ve just been having really great weather down here and I’ve been opening windows everywhere I go! I’ve spent most of my afternoon staring absentmindedly out of mine, enjoying the fresh smell of the air (my room smells like vinegar, for some reason) and munching on a taco salad from the Pier. I keep seeing students walk home from the gym and wondering why, on such a beautiful day, they chose to work out indoors. Last night, Mallory, Jack and I took advantage of the warm weather and played basketball on the courts by the IM fields. It was nice to play an actual sport instead of spending forty minutes on an elliptical. I played basketball freshman year of high school and my skills have since deteriorated dramatically. It took about forty seconds for me to jam my finger on the ball and trip over my own feet, but I was glad to be back on a court even if I did make a complete fool of myself. Man - I wish I had some pictures of that to show you.

            This past weekend, I went home for a few days. As usual, I pre-planned all my meals to make up for being away from my favorite fast food establishments. My brother drove a couple of times, which was weird…I felt like I was in the car with a nervous grandmother. He kept turning the radio down and refused to drive the speed limit, even in our 25mph neighborhood! Jack just crawled along and let the world zoom past.

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Jack, with his hands at 4 and 8 o’clock, like a good driver’s ed student

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Big sister mocks little brother…per usual.

            I put my mom to good use over the weekend and had her fill out the FAFSA for me. You’ll all become familiar with that form very soon, if you haven’t already. It takes a little under an hour to fill out the first time, provided you have your parent’s tax forms handy. Richmond does have a financial aid supplement and requires a signed copy of certain income-related forms. See: http://financialaid.richmond.edu. I didn’t know about any of this until the University sent a letter requesting it and saying I was late, so be sure to read the website carefully and look into the in-state aid options if you’re a Virginian!

          I didn’t want to go home at first, but was glad I did. I’m very worried I might over-do it, being so close by. Still, I needed the chance to relax and, more importantly, to sleep. It seems like whenever I’m at school I feel compelled to stay up late, regardless of how little there is to do. I’m afraid I might miss something, I suppose. For example, two Saturdays ago I planned to go to bed early. I was tired of being in the dorm but had nowhere to go and nothing to do. It was the perfect opportunity to catch up on much needed rest. I ended up staying awake until around 3 am, and was glad I did. Had I gone to sleep, I would’ve missed one of my friends (who will remain nameless to avoid embarrassment) crying over the last episode of “Dinosaurs.” And yes, I am talking about the kid’s show – this isn’t some dramatic and tragic movie that you’ve never heard of. Who would make an epic tear-jerker and call it “Dinosaurs” anyway?

Enjoy your week! Here’s hoping the weather keeps up. And here’s extra-hoping I have something more exciting to tell you all about next week than the weather :)

Still Settling

              The first three weeks of spring semester have taken their sweet time going by. I’m taking five classes now instead of four, and the extra workload makes the weekdays drag. Weekends, on the other hand, have no trouble passing quickly. Saturdays are gone in the blink of an eye, and I feel a twinge of dread when I watch Sunday night’s 11:59 become Monday morning’s 12:00 on my alarm clock. I do enjoy my new classes and my new professors, as I’ve stated in previous posts. I think it’s thrown me off a little bit that even though I’ve come back to the same school, the same dorm, and the same (delicious) D-hall, my routine is completely different. Everything about where I am in life feels so different than it did the third week of fall semester, save one thing. I’m still confused about where I’m headed. People tell me there’s no rush, that this is normal. As normal as it may be, it’s still obnoxious.                       

            I’ve gotten very used to campus. I’m comfortable here, but I’ve started to feel like there’s not much variety in what I see. It was a beautiful day outside yesterday, so I decided to expand my definition of “campus” to include the surrounding neighborhoods. I ended up taking a trek over the Huguenot bridge, to the south side of the river. I remembered (more or less half way over the bridge) that I’m deathly afraid of heights and had to concentrate on the movement of my legs to avoid panicking…as though somehow watching my feet prevented them from flying out from under me. The view from the other side was worth it.      

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Mosaic - a cafe that’s a 5 to 15 minute walk away, depending on where you are on campus. They’re most famous for their cookies, but I hear pretty much all of their food is delicious. You pass it on the way to the bridge, if you’re wondering why it randomly showed up here.

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The Huguenot Bridge - note the perfect little cloud reflection :)       

             I found this great spot down by the water to sit and relax. Campus is always moving, so I was happy to find a place where everything was almost still. When I was heading back toward campus, I looked over the side rail of the bridge and saw a man painting. I’d like to do that and, in the springtime, maybe I will. I’ve gotten so wrapped up in the new excitement of college that I’ve forgotten the old excitement of art. Now that there isn’t much left to discover on campus, I’m going to try to slide back into drawing again. I miss it like I miss my high school friends. Even though they’re hours away and the nearest pencil is right beside my laptop, I spend more time stalking them on facebook that I do sketching.  

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It’s great when someplace so close can take you so far away. This is my new favorite spot to escape to. It’s roughly a 35 minute walk (as in, power-walk, not leisurely stroll haha) from Moore.

              In the spirit of exploring, I also attended an Intervarsity Christian Fellowship meeting this week. Intervarsity is a Christian group on campus…if you didn’t catch that from the name. Normally, I wouldn’t have gone, but I’ve met a lot of students in IV over the past three weeks and they all seemed really nice. A woman spoke about Jesus’ role in our lives and about making a daily, conscious choice to have a relationship with God.  Though I respect religion and the dedication of religious individuals, the meeting really wasn’t something that hit me emotionally. I tend to feel embarrassed when praying or meditating in large groups that aren’t part of a formal service, so I’m sure that had something to do it. The music was really great and my friend Mallory said it reminded her of the youth group she was involved in at church back home. So, anyone who’s looking for that kind of connection on campus should really check it out! The people involved are trully fantastic and incredibly friendly.

Have a great week, everybody! And congrats to all you Steelers fans!