October 3, 2011 by Amie Bauer
Sorry for the long absence my loyal readers (hi Mom, Aunt Lori, and Lloyd). I have been barricaded in the house studying for the LSAT. And while endless hours of logic practice was painful, I have found myself truly supported through the experience. I took a prep-class through a company called TestMasters. The class ended up being a small group of primarily W&M students and our teacher was also a W&M alum! Throughout our many weeks together we actually had a lot of fun. The class’s diverse personalities all mixed well and provided some much needed stress relief. Our teacher Lloyd was AMAZING. He patiently explained the material so well, while all the time keeping us entertained and engaged. He would even have candy rounds where correct responses were rewarded with LSAT related candies. By the end of the class we could all tell whether we had gotten a question right or wrong by reading Lloyd’s face. Even found some of his LSAT jokes funny. I was so grateful for him and our class.
Then, the weekend of the LSAT, my friends and family stepped up to support me. My family sent me the most beautiful bouquet of daisies and my godmother sent me my favorite sweet treats. I received countless good luck calls, texts, and emails. My bosses at work made me cookies! Lora (previously pictured cleaning a toilet) spent Friday relaxing me with an OC marathon and Chinese food. She got me all ready mentally and helped me pack my bag. Then, after the test was finally over, my closest friends took me out for happy hour margaritas and guacamole to celebrate! Then my LSAT class including Lloyd and his wife, also a W&M alum (they got married in Wren Chapel and had their reception in Sadler, so cute), all met at College [Delly] for drinks and dinner!
While I can’t say that I enjoyed studying or taking the LSAT, I am actually going to miss spending time with my TestMaster peers and teacher. As a senior I am getting nostalgic and I can’t help being constantly reminded at how special of a place this is, always making genuine connections with members new and old.
That’s as sappy as I’ll get for now. Although I am sure it will only get worse as the year progresses. With the LSAT over, Senior Year (yes it is a proper noun) has officially begun!!! Stay tuned for future adventures and tales. Follow us on our blog: “We Live Together.”
August 9, 2011 by Amie Bauer
Can’t wait to get college and get rid of the rents? Ice cream for breakfast? Well wait until you get off campus! No RAs, quiet hours, beverage restrictions, or small closets. Yeah livin’ the life. WELL turns out independence comes with responsibility. Remember that nagging little voice in your head (named mom and dad) that made sure a healthy level of hygiene was maintained in your residence? Well what happens when that voice is gone?
What happens when no one is there to make you to take out the trash or clean your room?
What happens when there is no one there to do your laundry?
What happens after you throw a party? Yeah you better believe we miss the Res Life cleaning staff.
Just a little lesson in responsibility. Follow us on our blog: “We Live Together.”
July 27, 2011 by Amie Bauer
Recently I have acquired a new hobby, a little unconventional but possibly lucrative. It all started with my desire for a Prius. As an out of state student who lives 900 miles away, the concept of 50 MPG sounds quite enticing. Unfortunately I have not yet managed to acquire enough wealth to purchase much more than a Dollar Sundae. But if I can’t buy one, I can win one! Brilliant.
So I went off and entered a sweepstakes to win a 2013 Toyota Prius sponsored by a green group from Chicago. Excited by my newly found solution, I began to share it with my fellow interns who were quick to rain on my parade: “You know it won’t really be free right? You will have to pay taxes to accept it.” No I did not know this and how is something free if you have to pay thousands of dollars to receive it? I knew lottery winners have to pay taxes, but that is a monetary prize; they can just give a portion of the winnings. I can’t just break off the bumper and hand it to the IRS.
Again I will remind the reader about my lack of funds and my inability to pay the taxes. Then instead of bragging about my stellar idea, I began to complain and stress about how to pay the taxes on my Prius to be. However, I went home recently and was lamenting to my grandmother when she offered to pay taxes on any prize I may win.
Now with 92-year-old Grandma Rose as my finical backer, I have gone SWEEPSTAKES CRAZY! Since then I have entered to win the following: new $1,000 wardrobe for me and a friend, $5,000 new dorm room, $1,000 in book money, 4-star vacation, and a concert trip for 3 friends.
The more you play, the more you win.
July 8, 2011 by Amie Bauer
Tragedy strikes the Williamsburg community Thursday June 30th. Respectable citizen and senior interviewer, Amie Bauer, returned home from a hard day’s work to find a distressing scene. Missing from her potted patio garden was Patio Hybrid, a 4-month-old hybrid tomato plant.
Patio Hybrid, planted and nurtured in an Illinois suburb, was relocated to an off-campus residence for the summer farming season (exact location will remain anonymous to protect the remaining patio plants). Gardener Bauer had driven 15 hours from the Midwest providing excellent care and attention to assure the plants’ survival. The patio garden has been thriving and budding successfully with the full sun exposure and the daily regiment Bauer was providing.
Patio Hybrid had just reached 15 inches before abduction. Gardener Bauer was too distraught to comment, but sources close to the owner report that the plant was hearty and had plentiful amount of flowers. Close friend and roommate to gardener Bauer, Lora Faris comments: “Our apartment has been really quiet these past few days. Amie has had a hard time vocalizing her grief except for the silent weeping I have heard from her room.
Even sadder was when we ventured to the farmers market; she held the tomatoes in her hand and sobbed violently. I think it was sort of a cathartic relief for her.” Faris quickly wipes tears from her face as she recants the state of her roommate.
Authorities were not involved, as there is little that can be done. So we have gone to the community to spread awareness in an effort to prevent further devastations such as this. Here is a sample of how the community responds:
“As a Williamsburg resident, I am shocked at such a blatant disrespect for people’s personal belongings. I can’t even imagine returning home to find one of my lawn adornments simply gone. Amie’s loss is a tragic one for sure.” –Billy Kopp
“I no longer leave my house after 8PM” –Stephanie Kumah
“After learning about the tragedy Amie experienced I decided to take it upon myself and go door to door as a member of the NWPBC (Neighborhood Watch Program of Braxton Court) in order to alert them of the missing tomato plant travesty.”
Clearly this is a crime that affects the whole community. But there is light in the darkness: the Williamsburg members have come together to show support for the loss. This Friday at five the city will all eat a tomato in silence in commemoration of Patio Hybrid. *
*This article may be a gross exaggeration of actual events and quotes may or may not be fictional.
June 22, 2011 by Amie Bauer
Last fall semester I spent my time studying in Grenoble, France (a beautiful small city in the Alps). Part of my experience was living with a home stay. I thought it would be a wonderful way to immerse myself into French culture. So here is a little scene of me among the French.
Food. It is extremely different there. The following anecdote with my brother will educate you on the eating patterns of the French. It was about four in the afternoon and I had not eaten since lunch at noon and dinner isn’t until late, around 8. So I went and found some leftovers in the fridge and asked my host brother in French if I could eat it. He clarified, “eat it?” and I said yes. “You want to eat that?” I said yes. “Now? You want to eat that now?” “Yes.” So he asked me in English “eat now?” I confirmed.
Switching back to French He informed me it wasn’t time for dinner yet. I said “I know it’s a snack.” He explained to me in French that there are three times you eat, breakfast, lunch and dinner. “le francaise ne fait pas SNACK.”
So basically he told me no, took the food from my hand, and walked out. There isn’t even a word in the French language for snack. They eat nothing, NOTHING in between meals. Never munch or nibble. Also my family eats very small portions at meals. For example for breakfast we have tea and two slices of baguette, the equivalent to a half a slice of bread. And remember this is at 8 and they won’t eat anything at all until noon.
I however was not willing to participate in this part of the culture. So I talked to my host mom and I explained to her I am accustomed to eating more, and she has given me permission to eat the leftovers. I also managed to find other ways to fill up, as you can see!