A few announcements and updates for all the tabloids/paparazzi
covering my life:
1. INTERNS WON KICKBALL! 12-3. First
intern staff to ever beat the deans. Should you call us gods? No.
2. R.I.P. Jay-Z. You were a great kitten, and you will
3. I went on a vacay! Well, a family reunion at least.
The King family flew from CA, AL, and VA to meet in Chautauqua, NY, which is apparently a
“resort” where fun goes to die. Surprisingly, we were still able to have
a pretty incredible time; I rarely get to see my extended family because we all
live so far away from each other so it was good to reconnect.
In other news, it is the last day for two of our interns. I cannot believe how fast this summer has
gone; I remember at the end of last semester, when found out I got this
internship, I was beyond excited. Summer
was the only thing I could focus on. I
had heard the countless stories of previous summer interns and how amazing the
experience was –becoming BFFs, playing kickball with the deans, taking random
road trips to the Outer Banks, going to their boss’s husband’s sketchy dance
club, and really just experiencing the people and campus of the College in a
new and completely different way. So,
needless to say, I couldn’t wait for
my summer to begin.
But I also think my excitement for this summer came from more than
that. I think that for me, this summer
became my blinder to the fact that I am really going to be a senior. As long as
I could look forward to this summer, I didn’t have to acknowledge and accept
what came after. As long as it was still
summer, I was still a junior…or at least not a senior.
Now, summer is almost over and I can no longer deny my fate: I am
a senior. I don’t know why this scares
me so much, but all I know is that it immediately conjures up words in my mind
like: job, graduation, bills, real person, depression, taxes, and midlife
crisis. I’ve already noticed a shift in
my mentality; all of a sudden, every building, every song, every smell brings
up some memory or feeling from freshman year.
A simple trip to the Sadler
Center Dining Room with a few of the other interns suddenly becomes a
discussion about old roommates, old eating habits, and that first weekend of
Orientation. We talked about the
adjectives we chose for the Name Game, a game that every freshman hall plays
the first time they sit down together in which you have to choose an adjective
that begins with the same letter as your first name. Because I was a superstar from the beginning,
I told my hall I was “J-Awesome Janet”.
Anyone who has known me since freshman year still refers to me as J-Awesome,
which I can’t really blame them for (HAVE YOU MET ME?!). Anyway, as freshman move-in day approaches
and Orientation Aide training begins, I am recalling more and more about how
exactly I felt that weekend four years ago.
I had never seen William and Mary before I came here Orientation
weekend; I would like to say I was one of those cool kids who was really
psyched to leave their parents and go to college, but I was actually the kid
who cried the entire 12 hours it took to drive here. However, while I was not in the most stable
emotional state when I arrived to campus, by the end of Orientation, I knew
this was my College.
Ultimately, I think that is why I am most scared about senior
year; this is my College-it is where my best friends are, where my favorite
professors and faculty members are, where I’ve grown up and figured my stuff
out. And while I know the real world is
full of promising opportunities and cool people, the College of William and Mary is the home
of the best and most defining memories of my life…What could ever top