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We Didn't Get Green Drawstring Bags

So, it's that time of the year.
Freshman Orientation.

And it's funny to actually be here to see it happening. To see all of the kids who just graduated from high school a few days ago walking around the Johnson Center looking very confused as to where the bathroom is (there's two per floor) and the Orientation Leaders answering the questions of the parents who just want to make sure their kids are going to be okay here. And of course, they're holding their group's number so that no one gets lost.

But I think what I like the most is that most of these kids get what is about to happen in a few months. They get to be treated like little adults. They get to be free for the most part and not have to check in with Mom and Dad and they probably won't have a curfew after week 2 of classes and they'll get to learn more about who they are and what's going on in the world around them. And they get to do it 20 minutes from D.C. so they'll go into the city a few times and meet some cool people who will become some of their best friends and in four years, they'll be really upset about leaving but they'll know that they'll have tons of pictures on Facebook and plenty that they can't share because their Mom is on Facebook now too. And she'll calle very once and a while and check up and see how the first day of classes went and they'll be really excited to tell her about COMM 100 and how the professor stood on the table or how their ANTH 114 professor is a total nut - but in a good way. And how they have to buy hundreds of dollars worth of text books that don't belong to the school and they'll be able to keep them after the class is done if they want. And they're just really scared and nervous about everything that is about to happen, because for some of them - this is the first time they've ever moved and it's the first time they'll get to truly be themselves and deal with all the beautiful and ugly things associated with it.

Group 9 just walked by the Info Desk and I think group 8 is hanging out on the 3rd floor. Their Group Leader just told someone how to get to the bathroom I think.

They put a big sign up by the statue that says "Class of 2013". I don't remember us getting one of those. We just signed the bench, but I guess the benches aren't happening this year because they're fixing SUB II. One O.L. just yelled at a group of other O.L's for grouping up I guess. LOLZ. The Class of 2013 sign makes me feel really really really old. REALLY OLD.

And I love how excited teh O.L.s are about Mason. They have yellow shoes on and big flowers in their and their jewlery is Mason colored. ...here's a question - where were you for my four years year? Our lack of spirit is upsetting and it cracks me up that it only comes out when we have guests. These kids are being so mislead about the school spirit thing. I love it.

I can remember my orientation so well. The fact that the key i was given was to a storage room in the park. It was full of pillows and sheets. And I had to go find someone who I assumed worked for housing. Funnily enough - she also checked me out of my dorm a few weeks ago. Full circle. And the guys on my floor ordered pizza. I can't remember hanging out with any of them after orientation, but I can remember when we all got seperated into our majors. And I was marketing at the time and Mom asked really awkward questions at the Marketing info session in the Bistro and I was really embarressed. Just like I am with most of the things she does. I think that was the most time she spent on campus...

Connie met Mary at orientation and they're still really good friends. And Alex said he can remember seeing me at oriention doing this dance at the benches between Fenwick & SUB II. Austin said he saw me showing someone my tattoo.

I just called Connie and she reminded me of the mini freak out we had during the O.L.'s awkward skit in which we asked each other if we really thought this was the right place for us. Four years later - I guess it was.




I just hope that these kids have as great of a time as I did at Mason.
That's my main thing.

And I hope they don't have another drag queen homecoming queen.
I want that all to myself.

I've sat in the Johnson Center for more hours in the past two weeks than I had in my entire four year career at Mason. It's such a different place when there's no one in the food court and all the food places are closed. And no, I wasn't describing a normal Saturday. The summer time makes the place different. It's so calm.

I've applied for four jobs in the past 3 days, which is more than I applied for in the entire second semester of my senior year. It's weird because I know what I want to do but I know that I can't wait much longer to get a yes or a no from the Mouse. I'm just really uneasy right now because so many of my friends have gotten things in order. Lauren's in Richmond, Steph's in DC, and Nora's heading to NYC in a week. And I'm sitting in the JC. Freezing because Mason doesn't know how to regulate air temp in this building. When I say I'm freezing, I mean I wish I was in an igloo - it'd be warmer.

I'm also really nervous about moving away. I want to get away - I mean, I need an adventure. But I'm not sure how big I want it to be. I've applied for jobs in Florida, Arizona, and Maryland. And I debated about applying for one in Texas for about an hour but talked myself out of that one. I'm just not sure where to go from here. Or how to get there. And I want at least one of the companies I've applied to to just give me a simple "no" so I can cross them off the list and not sit here (in the JC), and wait for their answer. Or non-answer.

This $45 Mason zip up hoodie was a nice investment.

Sometimes, all you need is a little pixie dust

So, after a very long and exhausting week, I'm home from my graduation trip to Walt Disney World. It was so much fun being able to share something as important as WDW with my friends, who know I'm out of my mind, but I think understood why when we were there. It was so great to pretend to be kids for just five days - meeting characters, eatting food that probably has no nutritional value, and just generally acting retarded.

I auditioned for a character performer position and passed the audition, however, they do not currently have a spot for me so I've been put in the casting pool for six months. I'm not too worried, however, since I wouldn't be able to start until August anyway due to school (which, p.s., I need to do some reading for).

Now back to the real world.

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On Graduation

It has come. Well - almost.
I mean, it's close enough that I can taste it.
College graduation.
The pomp.
The circumstance.
The caps.
The gowns.

And I'm so sad and nervous and scared and happy and all of these emotions that I don't even know how to word properly.

I'm not good at goodbyes.
I suck at them. I hate them.
And what I hate the most is that I know that some of these goodbyes really are goodbyes.
Some of these people that I've shared four years with won't be part of my life anymore.
From Cat, Laurel, and Howard in the costume shop to the Sandra's in the J.C. and Danielle in SUB I, Ms. DD in Ikes.
Saying goodbye sucks, especially when you know that it really might be for real.

And my friends, who I've spent what seems like every waking moment with during our four year adventure, we're all going our seperate ways which is really upsetting because I want to be able to call someone and see if they want to go to Chic-Fil-A for the twenty-seventh time this week. All of the memories we've shared, it's going to be hard to get a new group of friends who are as zanny, comical, level-headed, honest, rude, and great as these people have been. I know how they've changed me and I hope that I've been able to help them grow somewhat too.


I also really wish my dad could be here.

To Do: This Summer

With summer approaching, I need to make a to do list.
I usually make lists and don't follow through with them, but I'd really like to do as many of these as possible.


TO DO:
- go to New York City
- go to Hershey Park
- spend a DAY (not a night) in Washington D.C.
- visit Busch Gardens to see Kevin & the Seasame Street characters
- oh, get a job.

Also, this is my 100th post. holler.

Your Heart Is True...

So appropriate and fitting with graduation and Bea's passing.