If I had to describe my experience at Whitworth so far in two words, those two words would be awesome blossum.
For example, our dorm room. awesome.
We hope you love what we’ve done with the place.
The swarm of 20 student leader that came and ate tortellini with us this afternoon. awesome.
Cara’s mom’s homemade cookies for the dorm. awesome.
Whitworth is cracking down on us. Cracking down hard. We have barbeques, welcome dinners and dance parties at all hours of the day, it seems.
No really, we love it here, but we still feel like we are at summer camp.
I guess freshman enthusiasm still hasn’t worn down.
For example, Cara loves it when I make us skip breakfast to get to church 15 minutes early.
She also loves it when I wake up at 7 AM and go for rides on my new craigslist bike.
Really, go ahead and ask her. Or don’t. The choice is yours.
We have this refrigerator sticker to commemorate our Dutch dairy farmer roommate. I think this says it all.
It’s also noteworthy to say that we had a formal tonight where we were escorted by the men of Baldwin-Jenkins hall. It was quite the hoot. We did get to bring back some cheesecake.
These are the freshman girls and leaders of pod 304 in the lobby before the occasion.
Oh, and Cara has a gift for winning T-shirt contests and I have the ability to win 30 consecutive games of rock paper scissors. Who knew?
It’s a skill that only comes in handy on nights like tonight.
I couldn’t stop laughing because, man, it’s funny.
We are off to be “traditiated.” Wish us luck.
Really, Keep it
Sara Nicole
No comments:
Post a Comment