Insighter: January 18
The rain welcomes us home and we are wet traipsing from class to class, soaked to the bone because we forgot our umbrellas. Again. Is that just me? It’s slippery in the hallway outside Cox computing and I think to myself that my bag is too heavy and it’s only day three, day four, how am I already behind? Is it a senior thing? Was I like this years ago? Coming back to Atlanta and landing at Hartsfield Jackson is a surreal experience for me, if not because I’m travel tired then because this is the last time I’m coming…
Insighter October 26
Sitting on the Quad on Tuesday, I’m the only one. No one crosses it, no one uses it. Maybe it’s because it’s still wet, but that doesn’t bother me. I have an old Emory sweatshirt that I throw into the grass, and I plop myself in the middle of the sunny expanse far away from the shade of that one tree I call mine because the rooted nook at its base holds my back with strength and sturdiness. I pull out my Chipotle lunch bag, and I remember I’ve forgotten my fork. I push the bag aside, arranging my now…
The Insighter: October 19
Attitude check: standing in the middle of Wonderful Wednesday and being trampled by undercover orientation leaders, neon collars peeking out from subtle sweaters, may be something in the category of “Only Emory.” We have ROTC Army women doing pull ups (because why the hell not), we have Cokes for College Council concerns (because Emory students really care) and we have stripping highlighter-tee flash mobs. Who doesn’t want to do a salsa in the middle of a chilly Wednesday, hide-and-seek with the sun, a wrap for lunch that definitely forgot the bacon? Did you know that there’s going to be a…
Insighter October 5
Hey hey, Libras. During this week, celebrating my own birthday, I remember when our parents used to bring cupcakes for our classmates in grade school. There was a girl born the same day as me, in my class for as long as I can remember, whose mother made lemon cupcakes every single year. I don’t know what we made. I hate lemon cupcakes now. Now, we wait as often as we can to celebrate someone’s 21st, because what else matters in college. How many of you have accepted the 21-shot challenge? But we go to class the next day, sometimes….
The Insighter 9/28
Has anyone noticed the bee party on campus? The swarming to our sushi boxed from Cox and Styrofoams full of concoctions from that new salad bar thing. Sitting on the fat chalked steps or leaning against the thicker quad trees, I notice how many of us are displaced by the stripes of black and yellow that linger too long on our chopsticks. It doesn’t matter how well you know that not moving might make them abandon their sushi-contaminating malice, chances are you won’t stay put. If you have been staying outside long enough, bees and all, you might have noticed…
The Insighter: September 21
A few beautiful days, and we feel spoiled. We line the Starbucks window worktable, watching the rain or watching the sun, imagining we’re not the only ones who like to watch the change. Baristas are impatient behind us when someone forgot to pick up their breakfast sandwich, but we try to have them laugh it off. We can’t come to a consensus about our hot drinks or cold, some of us with sleeves and some of us with straws, and I notice that we’re all a bit in-between. Between seasons, between projects, between settled and stressed. Last week, I wrote…
Insighter: September 14
I sat on a broken acorn under a quad tree Tuesday afternoon, early afternoon, between classes, moments apparent by the bustle of students settled in. I think we have routines by now. I think some of the ooh la la has worn off among us, we are comfortable. Senior though I may be, I am a city girl, and these acorns make me happy, still. The trees still green on a quad that might as well be made exclusively for my midday class-cutting naps make me happy, still. Has anyone else noticed our Farmer’s Market’s grown? Do all schools have…
The Insighter: 9/7/12
Sitting in Atlanta summer rain, I thought wet might end when school started, like a magical mop, soaking up the moisture that has kept our cotton heavy. Hoping that fall would come and leaves would turn and we would go to the library. For some of us the first weeks are slow, for some still we each hold our breath for the deluge we foresee. With weeks to come, we stockpile energy, hoping to hold on a little longer this ride around the rodeo. Our new freshmen friends have never worked this hard, some of us take the classes…
