I’ve gotten to take more than my share of interesting classes while
I have been at the College. This semester I had the luck of getting
into Yoga. I must admit my ignorance on the subject. Without a doubt, I
am completely and utterly inept when it comes to yoga. For some odd
reason though, it was still enticing. Hopefully it will be a great
A class that I was really excited to take when I first transferred
to the College was Modern Dance. Thats right people, I took Modern
Dance. I personally think this is a bit of a misnomer, but I will leave
that discussion for another day. I will say that I signed up under some
false pretenses. I thought that when I was done, I would be able to
dance like Usher. I could picture myself moon-walking and matrix-ing
between classes. Unfortunately for me, this class was completely
different than anything I had previously thought. Many of us re-lived
our childhoods as we were taught the “correct” methods of doings things
such as skipping, prancing, and galloping. It was quite the spectacle,
but people seemed to have a lot of fun.
The GERs (General Education Requirements) provide opportunities for
students to broaden their horizons. I took Modern Dance to fulfill one
of my requirements. I have also taken other classes which were quite
interesting. I took Geology which I dreaded at first. Professor
Lockwood was incredibly contagious with her fervor and passion. To be
honest, I thought it would be peculiar that a person could be enamored
with rocks. As the semester unfolded I began to understand the
different natural occurrences that I used to take for granted.
My undergraduate career is coming to a close (only 4 more months
MOM!!!!) and I am already beginning to miss everything that this
College has to offer academically. I have been pulled in many different
directions with subjects that piqued my interest and curiosity. I have
enjoyed taking classes that don’t really have much to do with
Government and Philosophy. My final semester is no different as I am
once again branching out. I am also taking Sociology of Sports (today
we had a discussion about why Bull-Fighting was or was not a sport),
Medicine and Ethics, and as you already know : Yoga. I love that this
school affords me with a plethora/myriad of things to choose from in my
academic career. My life is anything but mundane as I try to balance
(literally in some cases) learning new positions, the Hippocratic Oath,
and theories of play vs spectacle vs sport. Its shaping up to be an
Some of My in-class Experiences
I’ve gotten to take more than my share of interesting classes while
When I first
transferred here, there was an event which fundamentally was
significant of my entrance into the College. Of course this was during
the first week of classes, so I was caught up in the frenzy of various
things before this event. I didn’t even realize the importance of the
event as when I got there I clearly was not dressed for the occasion.
Everybody else was wearing shirt/tie or dresses. I came decked out in
my formal attire. Formal for the weight room maybe. Sleeveless
UnderArmour and some Nike basketball shorts with some slip on sandals.
I got there, realized the mistake of my ways, and promptly began
sprinting back to my dorm room to change.
I quickly put my shirt and tie on and then began a brisk jog back to
the Wren building. After the guest speaker and President Nichol spoke,
the entering class began filling through the Wren. Once we got up the
stairs, everyone shook Gene’s hand and then proceeded through to the
other side of the building. On the other side was waiting the rest of
the campus community. They were cheering, screaming, and yelling for
the entering class. It was an extremely passionate and inspiring event.
I would liken it to a campus-wide party which was basically in my (or
anyone in the entering class) honor.
My favorite season in Williamsburg would probably be Fall. This city
has one of the most gorgeous autumns I have ever seen. The multitude of
trees and foliage in this area produces a beautiful setting. Despite
the fact that summer is now over and classes are in full swing, I often
enjoy leaving a few minutes before class in order to walk a little
slower than normal. I love to take everything in. The various colors of
leaves decorate the cobblestone paths to various destinations. The
Sunken Gardens somehow manage to stay free of all the fallen leaves
though. The spans of fields of grass remain a vibrant green for the
most part untouched by leaves. The Crim Dell however is a different
story. The pond scum and algae are masked by the gentle hues of reds,
browns, and yellows. I’m actually looking forward to this fall for more
than just the next football season.
So myself and the
rest of the interns had come to a conclusion one morning at about 8:15.
The aptly named “dungeon” was far too serene, and we needed to get
things jumping a little. There was a tension and energy which needed to
be released by filling the air with the melodious sound of music. The
only problem was… what should we play first?
Just about all the interns have some form or another of playing
music. Some have MP3 players, some listen/watch the music videos on
youtube, some use pandora (internet radio), and still some others have
it already downloaded on iTunes.
For as many diverse platforms that we have to store or play our
music, what is even more interesting would be our musical tastes
themselves. I myself have an eclectic range of musical interests which
hits many of the major genres. I can definitely say the interests of
the other interns can definitely reflect a myriad of tastes and
preferences. One fond memory I have would be when Kelley and
I bursted into song while reciting some of the lyrics to one of Kanye
West’s hits on College Dropout. It wouldn’t be a huge surprise to see
me rocking out with Katie to
one of Maroon 5′s many songs on their latest CD’s. It might surprise
some to discover who the phone belonged to that was playing the
ringtone by Tupac feat. Elton John called Ghetto Gospel; Sam. It should also be noted that Greg has been known to sing Chris Brown’s latest jams in addition to turning up the volume for 80′s work out music. Carrie has let it be known that one of her favorite songs is “All Summer Long” by Kid Rock. Tom,
who is a part of UCAB (he can tell you all about it on his page), has a
very unique addition to all of our tastes. In many cases he’ll throw
out a name of someone I have never heard of but sounds pretty good. We
definitely know all about some Girlicious now.
Anyway…. I can’t actually remember what we settled on that
morning. What anybody reading this should take from it is that we all
come from different backgrounds and interests. We’re more than happy to
share them and indulge in them during our workday, and during our lives
as students here.
My favorite spot
here on campus (that isn’t in the rec center) would be in the Tyler
Garden. It is home to a few statues which are dedicated to some of the
more prominent members of the Tyler family. As some of you might know,
John Tyler, someone who attended the College of W&M, was a former
President of the United States.
The more interesting part about this point on campus would be the
echoing point which is in the garden. The statues form the outskirts of
a sort of semi-circle. Within the circle, one can stand and face toward
a building (James Blair Hall) and speak. Nothing big is going to
happen. When someone stands in the direct center of the circle, faces
the wall, and speaks, they will actually hear their voice echo back to
them. Only in this spot will this phenomena occur. Anywhere not on the
exact center of the circle will not yield a result. So basically only
the person speaking is going to be able to hear themself while
bystanders who have not experienced this feat are bewildered. I’ve
personally seen many people exchange looks of disbelief with those of
incredulity when they finally understand the wonder of the Tyler
Probably one of the worst days in my life was when I fractured/broke my ankle and nearly severed a ligament in my foot.
I was playing basketball at the Rec Center, not unlike many other
days. During a game of pick up, I elevated to attempt to dunk a
rebound. Unfortunately on the way down I was undercut by someone on the
other team (beware if I remember who you are). I landed with all of my
weight on my right ankle and twisted it. I tried to shake it off as
another twisted ankle and actually finished the game and played one
more. Although excruciating, I was used to playing through pain, and I
figured this was just a minor tweak.
It turned out that this case was anything but. I walked back to my
dorm room and iced it for the evening and eventually fell asleep. I
awoke to see my ankle was probably triple in size. It was purple and
had swollen all the way up my calf. At this point I realized I should
probably see a doctor. I ended up going through multiple X-rays and a
plethora of different evaluations by doctors and orthopedic
specialists. The verdict was that I had fractured the bone and the
ligament was hanging on by a thread.
Now Williamsburg is known for many different things, but being
accessible to people with crutches is probably not one of them. I had
to endure 3 legged races to class everyday for the next 3 months until
I could finally have surgery. It was not fun at all to crutch around
campus for the limited time I was even allowed to be mobile. My
forearms soon became the size of most peoples quads from all the extra
attention from using crutches. The one thing that really did mean a lot
was how helpful people around were. People I didn’t know often asked if
they could carry my books or backpack. They would open doors for me and
offer to help in anyway possible. The peculiar thing for me was that
often times I hadn’t even met them.
Being as how I was a new student at W&M (I had only been here
for a month and a half) this spoke volumes to the cohesion of the
community. People genuinely cared about their neighbor’s welfare. I was
definitely relieved once I was done with surgery and rehab to be able
to walk again. I probably won’t ever be the same (I can’t play football
anymore or make the same moves I used to be able to do). This was
definitely an eye opening experience though. I learned a lot about the
people I share this campus with. I was inspired to try and extend the
same helping hand to people in need that was offered to me.
As you can
probably guess, I’m a fun loving individual who sometimes can get a
little mischievous. I love to cause people slight inconveniences at my
various work places (either at Bonefish Grill or in the Office of
Admission). I have a few stories to highlight my love of keeping things
lively at work:
-One time I brought a trick pen to work and let my co-workers and
guests use it. It shocked whoever clicked it when they attempted to
write with it.
-I once talked a new co-worker into sorting through the m&m’s to
find all the W’s. The next step in the plan is to have her empty out
all the hot water from the coffee machine (its unlimited) or to find
bring us a pot of steam.
-I snuck up behind Kelley when
she was innocently working on prospect cards in her serene, docile,
cubicle. Then all hell broke loose as I started banging on a trash can
to startle her.
-Since I’ve worked in a few restaurants, I have also been known to
exaggerate with my customers about what sort of ingredients they might
find in their food. My favorite one so far has been to tell them that
their food contains dolphin… but only the ones that have been
unfortunate enough to get caught in the tuna nets.
As you readers have probably guessed, I can be pretty random. As
someone who likes animals, my pets can also be very much like me in
nature. I have a dog, a beagle by the name of Cali. She is extremely
spoiled, she has a Coach collar. I’ve had friends joke that she is
better dressed than they are. She is a gorgeous dog and she actually
has green eyes, which I hear is pretty rare for her breed.
I also have a turtle who is over 15 years old. For some odd reason,
my parents heard that they eat ground beef; so they decided to give Mr.
Turtle some hamburger. This to me, defies anything and everything I’ve
ever learned about the circle of life. I can’t imagine that in nature
there are turtles who swoop out of the water to scoop up cows… pigs
maybe… but definitely not something with udders. In any event Mr.
Turtle went insane in his fervor for his new found food source and
hasn’t been the same. One day after feeding my parents found him
outside of his tank on his back (a four foot drop… not to mention
that he somehow got out in the first place). But apparently he survived
to see another day and lived to see another hunt.
Some more obscure pets I’ve had would be ducks. One year for Easter
I actually had 10 of them, 2 of which were my favorites. Daisy and
Quackers were my companions for a while. It was kind of cool to have 2
ducklings follow me around and mimic my movements. Despite the fact
that I imagine I looked like a blithering idiot flapping my arms in a
field to any passerby, upon closer investigation any bystander would
have been able to witness “my babies” attempting to fly. All in all, it
was an awesome experience to have ducks.
To learn more about the eel, you can actually read one of the other posts.
So the other night I went out with some friends to Red Lobster. Nearing
the end of our meal, there was a very lucrative offer in the form of a
bet which would have greatly been to my advantage. The wager was that I
couldn’t get the waitress’ number. Being the kind of person to never
turn down a challenge, I gladly accepted the offer. When the waitress
returned, I began rambling things until I finally made my fatal error.
I said that my friends were challenging me to get her number, and that
even if she gave me the digits, I wouldn’t ever call. As soon as I
finished speaking I knew that I had thoroughly erred. The table erupted
with laughter and the waitress looked and seemed embarrassed/surprised
at the whole ordeal. I mean really….WHO SAYS THAT?!?!?! However this
dark rain cloud did have a silver lining when she did tell me I would
have gotten her number had it not been for the fact that I said I
wouldn’t call. This became even more shocking when she said that she
was married…. oh the things I get myself into….
Well… on Saturday I woke up kinda early and decided to take a drive.
I ended up driving past CW (Colonial Williamsburg) and saw that there
were some festivities going on. I parked and walked around to see what
was happening. Basically people were setting up tents/booths to sell
and advertise their products. They were from all over Virginia and were
selling things from baked goods to fresh seafood. At the seafood booth
I saw a sign which just said $5. When I got closer to see what was in
the cooler, I found a live eel. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around
what a person would possibly do with a live eel… Anyway, in addition
to this horror, there were many other fearful things at this market.
There was a weird clown lady who was making balloon animals and
entertaining children. (I’m deathly terrified of clowns). Further down
was a table featuring the various wildlife which could be found
throughout Virginia. In a jar on the table was a Black Widow Spider. At
this point I was pretty much done with being terrified for the day, so
I decided to go home and hide from the clowns, spiders, and eels.