Elizabeth's Blog

Well played professor, well played.

How my library log tells you a lot about who I am.

Which will win: writing my paper or watching a game of fetch?

In case you don't know, TWAMP stands for Typical William and Mary Person: that lovable mix of nerdy awkward highly motivated-ness that makes us members of the Tribe.

Move-in day my first year at W&M I made a very important decision I have abided by ever since. At lunch with my new hallmates, I decided that I would not eat any pizza from the dining halls.

Ah yes, those awkward "Do I know you moments when you are walking down a campus path, perhaps on your way to class, and you see an approaching face that seems familiar. Mental scanning initiated--how do I know this person-- you flip through the possibilities as they draw ever closer. If you find the answer then life is good and you select the appropriate greeting, but most of the time you are still desperately trying to place the face as finally you reach the decision point: Do you admit your vague recognition or do you AVOID-AVOID.

Sometimes you just have a boring day.

Uhm, let's just start with Fannypacks!!

College is a whole new world and soon enough you may begin to think of William and Mary as a second home, but I hope you take the time to appreciate the hometown you already have.

The point of the story is: I spent Tuesday night eating macaroni and cheese with my family, my Tribe family.

This college is awesome.

Home for the summer which means even more time to ramble on my blog.

You know how we always say we're a family...

As the music started blaring I watched over 200 members of what I now consider my extended-family dance around like zombies-stomping and sliding for the thirteen minutes of Thriller.

See what really happened is I decided that for college I needed to find "the One" to survive. Perhaps it's the copious television watching that convinced me that college was this life altering course charting experience that if I didn't get exactly right would ruin my future happiness. If I found the right college I would suddenly be a crazy cool confident independent perfectly happy person.

This is a very very lonely day. My laptop, Troy, has to spend a few days in IT getting a new fan because I am irresponsible and don't always keep Troy on a flat solid surface. I'm not ashamed to admit that without Troy I am very uncomfortable.

I returned to campus from Spring Break today, and I have just decided that writing a response paper can wait. It's much more fun to blog about my break.

One of my high-school teachers told me that college students stop returning to their high schools after their freshman year. I probably get too much satisfaction out of rejecting that statistic.

It's that busy time in spring again when I'm trying to balance the work of this semester while making plans for the summer and next year.

Last semester I took "The Global Color Line," a history class comparing race realities in South Africa and the United States and finding connections between the black freedom struggles in both nations.

So I am a pretty big homebody. I love excitement and adventure, but more often than not I am happily hanging out in my dorm room with a friend (and with a single in Jamestown, it's even easier to stay in).