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The Women’s March

On Saturday morning, I woke up to lightning streaking across the sky and rain pelting my dorm room window. It was early, around eight or so, and I wasn’t exactly sure  why I couldn’t sleep through such dreary weather as usual other than the fact, I quickly remembered, that it was a Very Important Day. It was the day I had been looking forward to for months, had carefully written down in my planner with a hot pink pen. It was the day of the Women’s March.

I met my friends in the rain and we sprinted to the dining hall for lunch. After receiving notice of the rain delay, we ate second helpings of breakfast food and watched the sky outside miraculously clear. Then we made our way straight down the road to the Center for Civil Rights, where the march was to begin.

When we arrived, it was already so incredibly crowded that we couldn’t even find the supposed speakers. Supposed, because, were they really there? We didn’t know. Instead we took pictures and embraced the excitement, support, dissatisfaction, strength, and surge of energy that the crowd, with its humorous, creative, threatening, hopeful, and even sad signs, provided. The electricity surrounding us had nothing to do with the storm clouds looming overhead.

After an hour and a half of waiting for the march to actually start, these feeling turned anxious, the cheers turned impatient and pressing. Finally we were told that the speakers were making their way to the from to lead the masses, and we finally began our climb up the hill and towards the Capitol building an hour and a half away.

Being in the march itself was incredible. We were like a river of defiance and solidarity, breaking over a dam of hatred and restraint. We chanted, cheered, laughed. Some people played instruments, everyone held signs, some walked quickly, slowly, danced, pushed wheelchairs, everyone was peaceful. There were thousands upon thousands of our fellow marchers up and down the road where we stood; every new altitude or bend in the road exposed an endless stream of people. Being on the street in such numbers was like being embraced, contained, assured. Safe, despite the threats that brought us here together, safe amongst each other and our shared cause, our differences but our shared and equal humanity.

A feeling of resistance ran rampant, but even stronger was one of hope. Hope amidst the storm clouds, hope in every single person present. Once we reached the Capitol, we all dispersed, heading in waves to our various destinations. But it was, still is, impossible to feel separated or alone.

Crush Party Craziness

Whoever said that to have a social life at Tech you have to be Greek was not only wrong, but a complete moron. Once the invite-only parties of the year began, I found that I knew a lot more people than I had thought, and that I had a lot of friends in really random places. One of these random places is Pike, and my friend invited me to their first crush party!

We got to dress up, which is always an occasion. Then we headed down the road to meet at Pike. The bus arrived late, but we soon all packed onto a super sketchy school bus and headed out. I didn’t know where we were going, but we drove on and on until we reached the Emerald City of Buckhead, a place that I never go. This alone was exciting!

We went to The Ivy, a restaurant and bar with valet. Valet, and yet here we were in a school bus. Yeah, this was where things went weird.

First of all, we weren’t allowed to go into the actual restaurant. We were kicked out, essentially, and herded upstairs like cattle, or rambunctious trick-or-treaters. That was embarrassing.

The venue itself was really nice. It was a two-part patio and bar area, with stone floor and a cool breeze blowing across wicker furniture. On the half that was inside, there were TV’s and a dance floor, ready to go. Only, our party didn’t fill the spacious area. Mingling was strange, and the room looked empty no matter how many people came and went.

Still, I met a ton of people who were all very nice. I hung out with my friends, and it was nice to do so off campus for once. When the buses arrived, the room cleared, and I and a couple of these friends were left. Which would have been fine. Only it took over an hour for the next bus to get us. By then, we were done.

It was a stampede back down the stairs, past the bouncers watching everyone disapprovingly, towards the once again gross-looking school bus in our nice dresses and heels. I was over the excitement by this point, as the company had dwindled and everyone was tired. I was ready to get back to campus.

On the way back to my dorm upon our return, I ran into Claudia. We realized that we were outside of a frat party whose theme was “The Great Fratsby,” so, pun extraordinaire that I am, we had to get a picture.

Overall, it was a really fun evening spent with friends old and new, complete with a change of scenery and a few odd school buses and puns thrown in to mix it up a bit. To re-emphasize, you don’t have to be Greek to go to parties. And so far, with no pressure, and my only name or association being my own self, it’s been an absolute blast.




New friends and funny poses LOL



Pardon the red eyes please (oops)


Labor Day Getaway

On Labor Day, my family stopped by to snatch me away for a little long-weekend trip. We went to Callaway Gardens and stayed in a really nice little cabin in the woods, right at the edge of the park. We rode bikes, walked, went swimming, saw butterflies, watched movies, and just generally caught up, for it had been a month since I had seen my family and we had all missed each other greatly.

One of the main attractions of the trip, other than getting to see one another and finish another season of Game of Thrones, obviously, was Callaway’s annual hot air balloon festival. Every evening, crews of people inflated a total of about twelve rainbow monsters using terrifyingly large flames. The balloons were beautiful, and I had never seen so many all in one place, nor in real life, before. They were fascinating and gorgeous and totally photogenic, as you’ll soon see.

Another highlight of the trip was the ropes course my brothers and I did. I had never done one of those before either, and was surprised, not by the heights or obstacles, but by how much of it I could actually do. I was also surprised by the fact that ninety percent of it was moving carabiner around to different wires. My brothers were competitive and urged me on constantly, making it all the more stressful but exciting and fun.

On Sunday night, we went to see the final balloon light show at the lake beach. The balloons were even more breathtaking than before, once you overlooked the cheesy pop music in the background. In fact, everything about the beach that weekend was a little cheesy—but in a good way. It was like an old-timey, vintage carnival, complete with cotton candy stands, shuffleboard, and over-sized chess sets. The entire festival vibe was contagious and quaint. There were children running about, dance songs playing, and adults waiting in line for margaritas. People played volleyball, splashed, and danced on the beach all day. It was a blast, even just people-watching and wandering about.

Finally, yes, my mom and I finished another season of Game of Thrones. It was season four and absolutely heartbreaking. You may know nothing, Jon Snow, but I’m still not okay.

It was such a wonderful long weekend, full of activities and relaxation alike. We did things at our own pace, did what we wanted to do. We wanted to ride bikes and take pictures and naps, so we did. We wanted to go see butterflies at the butterfly garden, so we did. We even wanted to watch a movie instead of hiking to see fireworks, so we did that too.

I got to see and spend time with my family, who I miss constantly. I got to get away from school and constant homework for a bit. I got to try and see a variety of new things. I loved every minute of it.