Last night doesn't feel like it really happened - I almost refuse to believe that I pulled off bringing Girl Talk to Hollins. It all went really smoothly - minus the part where we had to move everything to the rain location at the last minute, and that the police came on a noise complaint (at least they didn't shut us down). But everyone seemed to really like it.
Also, can we talk about how Gregg Gillis is like, the nicest guy EVER? Totally sweet, and kind of soft spoken, which I didn't expect. Since there were only like 100-200 people there, and the stage was tiny, he just moved his table and laptops to the floor and played there, letting people dance all over the stage. It was AWESOME.
More photos on Facebook, as always.
That whole semester where I stressed over this to the point where I wanted to die? Totally worth it.
Every year the seniors tell themselves they won't do what the class before them did - to freak out and pick pointless fights with each other to cope with the stress of having to leave. And yet I'm watching it happen right in front of me. It began last semester, and it's really building now. Booze and tears, my friends, booze and tears. I feel like I have wasted these last few years and that I will never be able to spend enough time with these girls I love so much. And then I went and added a relationship in my last semester. Four years with no significant other, and then I find someone amazing right before we all have to go our separate ways. A week away is hard enough...how am I going to deal with months apart? With not knowing where I'll be or when I'll be back?
I am so over spring break - Sunday cannot arrive quickly enough. No one told me that finishing college was going to be the hardest part of it all.
1. Marks 100 days before graduation. On that day, seniors gather at a party given by the senior class, reflect on their four years at Hollins through a slide show and skits, and enjoy food served by sophomores and juniors.
I love when there's a lull in the traffic and I can hear the campus chapel bells tolling the hour, even when I'm across the street in my apartment.
I spent most of the afternoon sitting on front quad with Melody and Charlotte, watching the residents of East talk, dance and sing on the quad. There were girls running around with walkie talkies, music blasting from inside of NEFA, girls shouting from the balconies, and even a small pea-shooting war at one point. I feel like just videotaping everything would finally be an adequate way to explain to people why I chose a women's college.
Friday is 100th Night - one hundred nights until graduation. Shit.