My Corner

Currently sitting on bench outside quad. Lots to say, let’s see how much fits in.

We recently (11:00) finished with the traditional Mehling serenade. All the boys of Villa (men’s dorm) get together and serenade the girls of Mehling Hall (girls dorm). This time we sang “Too Good To Be True”. The girls really seem to love it. You would not believe the amount of screaming coming out the windows looking down on the quad–you would think they were at a concert or something! We added to it by doing the theatrical gesture of getting down on one knee and extending an arm upward as we sang the final line, “Let me love you” More wild screaming. Then we had a social on the quad. Otter pops and glow sticks were provided, and music courtesy of the Villan Sound system. I ‘mingled’ for a while, and repeated lots of people’s names (“I’m Ryan.” “Ryan. Nice to meet you, I’m Nathan.”), but all in all, not my cup of tea.

I’m told there’s a midnight showing of a highlights video of Villan activities from last year. Should be interesting. Notable activities I already know about, which I will undoubtedly expand upon later, are the Villan Drum Squad, the Man Auction Fund Raiser, and a relay.

The arrival here was an experience. There were signs all the way down from the freeway in, directing you to the dorms. The dorms seem to have had a competition. Various things, like the fencerow of Corrado signs and the Burma-Shave style Mehling Poem. Villa clearly lost the sign competition (if indeed there was one), but by no means does that indicate a lack of spirit.
As we arrived, we heard this dramatic, crashing music. Turns out, Villa Maria has christened themselves the Villans, or more descriptively, pirates.

[Edit: Actually, the pirate - Villan correlation was a coincidence. This year's theme was pirates, last year's theme was road construction. Most doors have a pirate themed label, and everyone has a skull and crossbones flag on the door, with their name and hometown. A few doors in the basement still sport the construction themed signs from last year, though.]

End of this entry, as I moved inside to watch the video.

Brionna sent me an e-mail Wednesday, below:

“Hey! I tried to post on your blog, but it wouldn’t load the comment screen.

This must be really cool for you, being so close to moving off to college. You’re probably reading this from your dorm, since I doubt you’re taking the time to read emails when you still have so much to do. That’s the thing about going somewhere–you always find a million details you didn’t expect. You are staying in dorms, aren’t you? And did you ever talk to your roommate? What’s he like?

Again, I did try to post in your blog, but no luck. You mentioned a while back in your posts that you had a bunch of junk on your bed and had to clean it off to go to sleep. That just struck me funny, since I’ve been in the same situation twice in the last few weeks. Once I was leaving on a trip the next day, and I had my bag and piles of stuff that still needed packed on my bed, and I just went downstairs and slept on the couch. The other time I was just cleaning my room and had some laundry piled on there, and it seemed counterproductive to put it back on the floor, so I slept on the floor instead. You have a very different approach than I do.

I know that’s totally unrelated, I just wanted to share.

Hey, let me know how college life is treating you, what the campus is like, stuff like that. I want to know! Good luck, and I hope things are going well.”

In response–actually, last month I did go sleep on the couch, and decided to watch the late night show on the TV in there–my Mom noticed, and she doesn’t really like me doing things like that.

Actually, I guess its a circle. She doesn’t like them, so I sneak around doing them, but I don’t think she would mind if she knew that I was going to do them, which can’t tell her, because she would object because I’ve been sneaking around and doing them……..
Now when I say sneaking around, I mean around the house, as in getting on the internet at midnight, or watching late night TV, etc. Not the traditional meaning of ’sneaking around’, I suppose, but that’s exactly what it is.

As to what things are like, read the following three posts. Neither they, not this post were actually posted when the time stamp says they were, but I wanted them to be stamped when I wrote them, and this one to come first.

One thing I don’t mention in the entry (I wrote these in a spiral notebook) is that I am in Villa Maria Hall, and my roommate is named Nik.
So enjoy–college life, from my perspective.