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Archive for March, 2009

Prospectives N’ Such

First of all, let me apologize for the distinct lack of photographic enhancement in this weeks posting. I simply failed at having my camera with me whenever anything noteworthy was going on.

Getting back from spring break was annoying at best. I actually felt as though I should work ahead last week instead of putting everything off until the last minute, so you know it was bad! In addition to schoolwork, I also had the exciting task of hosting a prospective student. That last sentence probably sounds sarcastic, but I assure you it isn’t. My prospective, Carolyn, stayed with me for two nights and almost three days through the Richmond Scholar Program. I’ve probably already mentioned this, but UR gives a full merit scholarship to one out of every fifteen incoming freshman. You don’t need to fill out any extra paperwork (you have enough forms to fill out already - haha), but you do have to submit your UR application by December 15th. After the applications have been read, semi-finalists are selected and asked to send in some additional work for the committee to evaluate. In March, students are brought to campus in order to get a better feel for the university and participate in an interview. That’s what Carolyn came for!

Picking Carolyn up in admissions, where my host had picked me up almost exactly a year ago, was very bizarre. I felt an overwhelming sensation of nostalgia watching the potential scholars line up to be photographed, pick up their schedules and wave goodbye to their parents. Even though many of them were just a year younger than me and some were my age, I felt so old compared to them. I found myself asking the three questions that every highschool senior hears over and over on college campuses: where are you from? where did you apply? what do you want to major in? The words would be half-way out of my mouth and even I’d get annoyed at having to hear them again. After I picked Carolyn up, we dropped her stuff off in my room. The university put a mattress in my dorm after break, and, after tripping over it for the past two days, I was glad that someone had finally arrived to use it! I took her to D-hall with my friend Alex and her prospective and, later that night, ate at the Pier before she went off to participate in one of many Q&A sessions. If you haven’t already visited UR, prepare to be inundated with information about it virtually from the time you arrive to the time you depart. The next day she had her interview, which she said went very well. The interview isn’t anything to worry about. There are six or so professors, but they’re all very casual and nice about the whole thing. It’s all about you - they’re far more interested in knowing about your interests, goals, and personality than in quizzing you about random facts or figures. Make sure to think of some good questions to ask them at the end of the session! Carolyn headed out on Thursday. Although it was a relief to no longer felt like I was constantly boring someone to death with my college habits, I was still sorry to see her go.

Housing selection started this week, so I’d like to go over how that works really quickly for those who are interested! At UR, housing for freshman is based on an in-depth roommate survey that asks about your likes, dislikes, bedtime, music tastes, partying habits, etc. Unless you know someone else who is a freshman and you select each other, the person you room with is chosen based on this form. Be completely honest! It might be best to fill out the form away from your parents to insure that all the answers you give accurately reflect your desires. For example, I don’t go to bed here until around 1:30, but my mother wanted me to indicate that I fall asleep at around 10pm since that was the rule at home. If I’d actually said that, I’d be matched with a roomie who went to sleep early and disturb them during my late-night homework sessions. The building that you’re placed in is also random, unless you are a female who chooses substance-free housing (in Lora Robins). For upperclassman, you can choose your room, building, and roommate…kindof. Well, the roommate is a sure thing - if you want to room together, you will. In terms of individual rooms, you select a number of rooms that you would like and receive a lottery number to determine your place in line for those rooms. You simply go on bannerweb within your time block - there’s one for singles, single-double suites, double-double suite, etc - and chose the rooms you want. Your roommate must approve these rooms, and then the two of you wait 24 hours to be notified about your selections. Tada!

Well, have a splendid weekend! April 1st is right around the corner — get excited :)

A Good Ol’ Country Time

Remember those “this is your brain on drugs” commercials from the nineties, the ones that showed someone cracking an egg and frying it on the sidewalk? That was more or less how my brain felt week before last. That was my brain working through papers, exams and a midterm…all on an average of four hours of sleep per night. Needless to say, I was ready for spring break. 

I went home with my friend Mallory, who lives in Tennessee. I practically exploded out of class on Friday - the thought of not having to focus on anything besides eating junk food and sleeping for an entire week was almost too much to handle. The drive really wasn’t bad (probably because I rode along instead of actually driving). We set up a good pattern for the week by eating dinner and falling asleep immediately after arriving at Mal’s house.     

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Dear Mallory, thank you for driving me for 9 hours in one day :)

Over the next few days, Mallory used me as an excuse to participate in all the cheesy tourist activities that native Tennesseans tend to scoff at (slash I wanted to do all of it anyway and had an amazing time). We visited Opry Mills Hotel, saw the Grand Ole Opry, shopped at Opry Mills Mall, and took a stroll through Centennial Park. Each visit was appropriately documented by means of goofy photos, most of which featured the two of us flashing toothy grins and exaggerated thumbs-up. The hotel was the most impressive. It’s like a gigantic green house – there are gardens, shops, and restaurants everywhere. Mal said they go all-out with decorations at Christmas time. Based on how nice it looks the other eleven months of the year, I bet it’s really something to talk in December.        

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one of the many indoor waterfalls at Opry Mills Hotel

On Tuesday, Mal took me to her family’s farm. The purpose of the trip was to see Frodo, her aunt’s miniature horse. He was quite cute and said ‘hello’ by chomping me quickly on the toe. That afternoon, we ate lunch with her dad and Granny and the next morning, we drove to East Tennessee where I met her mom’s mother. The two of them were very nice, and her mom’s mom made some incredible macaroni and cheese. Since we were close(ish), we visited the University of Tennessee campus in Knoxville, where we met up with some of Mal’s friends. The campus was huge and not at all what I had expected. It seemed like everyone we talked to enjoyed attending, but I certainly couldn’t see myself going to school somewhere so spread out and gigantic.           

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Frodo prepping for the bite. Notice how cute I think it is that he’s licking my leg…haha oops.

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UT Knoxville

I woke up on Saturday excited for the Brad Paisley concert that evenign, but disappointed that my break was almost over. To tell you the truth, I hadn’t even heard of Brad Paisley before Mallory’s dad bought us the tickets (though apparently I have a friend who could be his twin). The concert was awesome and instilled in me an instant appreciation for country music…particularly Paisley’s. The two of us wore cowboy boots and I donned a rodeo belt buckle my uncle had given me just for the occasion.

I’m back at school now, obviously, and getting ready for a what’s going to be busy second half of the semester. Have a great week and thanks to everyone who bought me food or let me stay with them over break!

“It’s a Marshmallow World in the Winter”

It snowed. Here. In Richmond. For more than 30 minutes. And it was epic.

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TA-DA!!!

I was in Carytown when it started. I had been shopping with my friend Dana, who goes to college and Michigan where she regularly sees and does not miss class for 8 inch + snowfalls. The streets were empty since the beginning of the day had been wet, rainy and cold. I flew out of World of Mirth and proceeded to scream at the top of my lungs. Not only was it actually snowing, the snow was sticking. I went running down the street like a spazz, kicking what little accumulation had already begun to build up in every possible direction. I convinced a very bitter Dana, who already felt cheated out of spring break weather, to participate in a snowball fight…and by convinced, I mean I hit her in the face with a handful of powder so she was forced to retaliate.

Back on campus, I grabbed food at the pier and made an “appointment” to make a snowman with my friend Sarah after finishing my homework. I managed to open my Spanish book and eat my wrap before Mallory called and told me to head over to the quad. There’s a webcam set up and her parents wanted to see her/us jumping up and down in what was at that point at least four inches of snow. After bundling up and shrugging off the northerners who, like Dana, we un-phased by Richmond’s biggest snowfall in six year, I met Sarah. We frolicked joyously, throwing snows everywhere before finally focusing long enough to roll up a snow-body for our snowman. We made him life-sized, with mulch eyes, a banana nose, stick arms, and a stick mouth. We christened him Henry then continued with our evening of snow-related festivities. I got back to the dorm, tired, wet and basically ecstatic. I finished the Spanish homework that I’d never started at around 2:30 and went to sleep.

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Sarah, Henry, Me!

The next morning, I woke up promptly at 7:15 to go to breakfast. I checked my e-mail and saw that CLASSES HAD BEEN CANCELLED! I shot down the hallway and told Mallory, Nellie and Meg. While Meg slept, Nellie, Mal and I went outside to enjoy the untouched snow. We took pictures and jumped around like five year olds, pointing at literally everything that we saw and saying “AH! So pretty!” After breakfast at the pier, we went sledding on the huge hill in front of the library. No one had a sled…obviously… so we were forced to improvise using trays from D-hall. We didn’t actually abscond with the trays ourselves – we found them scattered on the lawn and ran off with them. A passing student told us to try sliding down the hill by the Greek amphitheatre, so we walked over the lake to the gazebo to check it out. Mal jokingly suggested that I try sledding down the steps. I took her seriously and this is what happened:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmHFA7JO4nQ (or search youtube for “alison’s epic fail). I assure you, it’s worth watching. I can’t decide which is funnier, my actions or Mallory’s ridiculous laugh in the background.

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We ended our snow-related play by building half of an igloo out by admissions, where Sarah and I had made Henry the night before. Meg made a snow chair, complete with footrest, and soon found out that snow chairs tend to melt and soak through one’s pants. The snow stopped falling just as we went inside, but I continued to enjoy it by obsessively scanning through my friends’ facebook pictures. We had class today, even though every single high school in the Richmond area still has off and will have off tomorrow. Because this kind of snow is such an oddity here, I forget its happened and am surprised every time I go outside and am met with this:

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Happy March! Have a good week – Spring break is coming up, so you won’t hear from me until the 16th or so.