This may surprise and shock you, but I'm not all that popular. It's not that I'm unpopular, exactly. It's more that I find very few people who share my weird sense of humor and don't make fun of me (too much) for my strange little quirks. Lyndsy is one of those people.
I met Lyndsy in college. She lived in a room across the hall from mine, and we shared an honors class together our first semester. We did all sorts of crazy (legal!) things our first two years of college, and when a new honors dorm opened up our junior year, we decided to room together. We had a beautiful dorm room. It was huge and had a wooden floor. We had an entertainment center and a really comfy chair to sit in. We both got single dorm rooms for our senior year, but my junior year was probably the most exciting year of college for me. Lyndsy also edited the introduction to my thesis, acted as a volunteer during my defense, and is mentioned in my acknowledgments in the published copy at the honors center. She was also present at my coronation and insisted that I wear my tiara at most outings.
I was trying to think of a good story about Lyndsy that I could tell, but I don't think that most little adventures we had make much sense unless you were actually there. Lyndsy, you're a better writer than I am, so if you can think of anything, please share!
I've heard that some women have a hard time picking their bridesmaids, but I didn't have to think about it at all. I have four bridesmaids who are all incredibly special to me and whom I love very much.
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:-D I do recall the beginning of our junior year when we were stuck in York Village. Res Life bigwigs thought it was a brilliant idea to mingle the upperclassmen with the first years. Thus in an apartment for six, we were a minority of two. We were lucky, though, to have three of those four girls who were respectful and fun.
Specifically, though, I remember one of our hardcore homework days. It was raining and the wind was rather intense. Still we needed our kick. Off we ventured to the Starbucks in the Union. On the trip back we juggled coffee and umbrellas. I know mine, at least, turned inside out. It was by Hitchner Hall that we had to stop and compose ourselves as well as our umbrellas. I think we ended up having to change out of wet clothes when we arrived back at the apartment.
Other highlights: Skip-bo, Phase 10, and Loser. (Loser was a good game because the player who reached the end was awarded the Loser title. To reach the end you had to admit to doing some pretty interesting things. I recall our Sarah being the only one involved with a car, "steam," and the cops. Yes, she was the Loser.)
At the end of the year, Sarah ended up chucking out all of her possessions from the room because she had procrastinated on packing. The 4pm Saturday deadline arrived just as she tossed the last shoe into the hallway.
I'll likely think of more. In that event, check my blog ;-)
I think I'm starting to not like you quite as much anymore...
I hated that Loser game. I always ended up being the "loser" and the rest of you would have a big laugh over it.
I did think I was being quite clever when I moved out of our dorm. It was the day that Matt graduated. He promised that if I went with him, Ben and his parents for sushi that he would help me move out in time. He never showed up, and at 3:45, after several trips down to my car, I realized that there was no way I would make the 4:00 deadline. That's when I realized that there was a loophole in the system. The rule was that I had to be moved out of my dorm room. Nothing said I needed to be out of the dorm building by then! The RA's were quite shocked and alarmed when I started chucking things into the hallway. Good times.
Oh come on! I was never out on time and no one gave me a hard time about it. Those RA's were going to have to be there all day anyways! I actually remember moving out the next day once.
So in my defense, I showed up. I just showed up late.
I happen to take deadlines very seriously. You showed up as I was putting the last load into the car!!!
I just thought you knew me better! You should have slept in like I did and then I would have been arriving just in time to help.
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