ONE MORE DAY

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Tomorrow night’s the night, friends.

STUNT.

It’s going to be great trust me.

All of us students get to watch the dress rehearsals, and I can assure you, you do NOT want to miss it.

In case some of you haven’t noticed, STUNT is sort of my baby.

Growing up hearing fabulous stories of the PK ’90’s STUNTS, coming to my first STUNT last year, it’s safe to say that STUNT is the Wesleyan tradition I’m the most passionate about.

I’m extremely proud of all the classes, but especially my own.

We definitely had our problems, but we pulled together and we are going to have a STUNT on the stage that is funny and that we are really invested in, and that’s all that matters.

No matter who wins, I’m going to be happy with the hard work we’ve put in and all the fun we’ve had.

But it’d be nice to win too 😉

So I hope you all are able to come see it, and if you aren’t, be cheering us all on from afar.

It’s gonna be a good night!

–aub–

You’re Gonna Make This Place Your Home

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One year ago today, I got the call.

Only this time, following far too many bad news calls, it was good news.

“Auburn?” 

“HeyI’mSoSorryIMissedYourCallIWasDrivingInTheBooniesAndDon’tGetService.”

And a minute later, I hear, “Well, I hope what I tell you will make your week a little bit better.”

“Yeahhhh?” I asked.

“You got it!” Parrish exclaimed.

See, one year ago today, I received the news that I was going to be a Mary Knox McNeill Scholar at Wesleyan.

Today, I sat on stage with Mary Knox McNeill’s sister, President Knox, and read a passage of Scripture at the ground blessing for our new chapel.

 

You wanna talk about starting from the bottom?

 

It amazes me how much I’ve changed in just the short year Wesleyan and I have been together.

I’ve got more friends than I know what to do with, including a lovely set of “parents”, an “aunt/big-in-law” and a “granddaddy” who gives me advice on her futon and says the same stuff my grandparents would have. 

And the craziest thing is that these women are going to be some of my closest friends forever.

Last night we were talking about finding a cute set of bearded brothers to marry so our kids would be related.

And even though that, in all likelihood, won’t happen, my kids are gonna have two Aunt K’s and two  Aunt C’s, one of which will be in England, but will have to visit 😉

One year ago, I went from crying in a Zaxby’s because I had lost my grandmother to crying tears of happiness because I felt her with me as I sat in the Big Room at her house getting the news that I would be a Wesleyanne. 

I went, in one year, from being the girl that hung out with people, but searched for that “best” friend, to sitting in an apartment last night eating kale soup with my best friends. 

 

It may seem like my love for Wesleyan is overboard, but days like today, I am overwhelmed with being a huge part of the history and legacy of the place.

It’s pretty darn cool.

 

(OH-And I’m on hugging terms with the President–not that she doesn’t hug everyone, but I’m choosing to feel special ;))

 

–aub–

 

I’d Like to Know You For A Long Time

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This week is a particularly hard one. 

Yesterday, in addition to being Little Bro’s birthday (7?! What?! I’m not old enough for this!) was the first anniversary of my grandmother getting to where she was going, in the words of Dolly Parton and Brad Paisley.

It’s been hard to be away from my family for all this. 

And then today, in the Chick-Fil-A drive-thru, there was a blue F150 in line behind me. 

Looked just like my dad’s.

I literally had to look twice, my first thought was, “Oh, I wonder if that’s him”

and then

“oh. wait. never mind.”

and then the tears.

 

I’m sure the guy taking my money was very intrigued.

I immediately craved Fort Valley. 

I wanted to be with my big brother and cry.

Unfortunately, we live in separate states, and life prevents both of us from just getting in the car and driving to the other one.

 

The hardest part, to me, is not knowing the relationship we could have had.

I don’t remember any of the bad stuff anymore.

Just the times we had tea parties, he painted my nails, and we drove around the peach orchards and went swimming.

Then, the hard times came, and we “grew apart” I guess?

 

Everyone always said that we’d grow back together, and we have, just not in the way I would’ve liked.

 

Death is not my preferred way of strengthening a relationship.

 

Today, after I posted my CFA breakdown on Facebook, I was amazed.

My favorite thing about Wesleyan is the stuff like what happened today that happens.

One of Mama’s classmates, a Perfect Purple Knight of ’90 commented offering me grace and love.

That’s what real sisterhood is about. 

I can’t wait to offer advice and grace to future Pirates, PKs, GKs, and Hearts. 

I found out yesterday that I am an Orientation Leader this year. 

I was so excited. 

I get to hang out and be a support to PKs of 2018. 

Wesleyan, I’d like to know you for a long time. You make me a better person.

–aub–

What A Year Can Do

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So, I haven’t posted in a little while.

But with good reason.

It’s STUNT season, y’all!

STUNT is one of my most favorite Wesleyan traditions. 

Each class writes it’s own musical, and every February compete to see whose is the best.  

And, as if it weren’t cool enough, all the ticket sales goes to scholarships for rising seniors.

 

Did I mention I go to the COOLEST school ever?

 

Anyway, STUNT is a great way to get connected with your class (and even other classes).

Perhaps my favorite part of STUNT this year, is the fact that I know that *undisclosed amount of years* ago, Mama was doing the same thing I’ve been doing.

And that, my friends, is pretty darn cool. 

 

All my life, I’ve sort of struggled with identifying with my family as a whole, it was always, me and mama do this, me and daddy do this, me and MaeMae and Cap do this. 

Wesleyan has given me a family in itself. 

We all have different “things” we do here that make us who we are, but we also venture out into other things.

My friend Lyssavic, for instance, is a soccer player, but she is going to kick butt in our STUNT.

That’s one of the many reasons why I love Wesleyan.

It allows us to experiment with finding who we are.

We can be a part of every club on campus and figure out what our niche is. 

That’s pretty darn cool.

 

This time of year is also special to me for another reason.

One year ago today, I interviewed for the Mary Knox McNeill scholarship, the scholarship that has allowed me to flourish at Wesleyan and meet all sorts of cool people I wouldn’t have met had I gone to that co-ed school. 

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The day I interviewed for my scholarship at Wesleyan. I was so extremely nervous.

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Several weeks later, after I had heard about my scholarship and made my final decision. PIRATES ALL THE WAY.

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And just several days ago, with my STUNT Committee. I have made Wesleyan my own, and I can’t wait to see where the next year takes me!

So yeah, Wesleyan is pretty much the bomb.

It has changed me in ways I never expected.

And I love it.

 

–aub–

 

PS–You’re all required to come to STUNT!