August 2011
12 posts
Theatre Information Sheet
I had to answer a survey for my theatre class. This experience has only made me extremely aware of how weird I am. Here goes.
Name: Anna
Year: Freshman
Hometown: Charleston
Favorite Color: Yellow
Favorite Candy: Gummy Bears
Favorite Game: Hide and Seek
Favorite Sport: Dance
Favorite Movie: 1408
Favorite Drink: Sweet Tea
Favorite Food: Pizza
Favorite Restaurants: Mellow Mushroom, Panera...
A Day in the Life
I woke up this morning mid-dream. I can’t remember it thankfully, because most of the dreams I’ve had since I moved in have been strange, if not disturbing. Hello, college.
I raced to the bathroom to brush my teeth, only to find that Vail had no water - literally, turning the faucet produced a few drops at best. Hardly ready and uncomfortable in a leotard and tights, I grabbed a...
“Without music, life would B flat.”
– This sign hung on the door of my class voice instruction classroom. I think I’m going to like it here.
First Update
Here we are. It’s 10:52 (11:52 in Charleston, mind you) and I’m sitting at my desk, wearing a faded 90’s dress, and considering taking the stairs to the third floor ice machine. Firstly, I’ll flatter you with a quick update.
I moved in yesterday. We arrived at 8:00 am and were immediately surrounded with a swarm of muscular football players that unloaded the car. By...
Disbelief
My drawers are entirely empty. My closet is occupied by my prom dress and a few pairs of winter shoes. There’s a clothes basket on the floor with a few t-shirts and a cotton dress; everything else is packed away. The backseat of my car is covered with dresses and skirts for the warm months and there are boxes stacked against the living room wall, waiting to be moved into the spacious trunk...
Definitions
I’m digging through the drawers of my bedside table, flipping through old magazines and skimming old journals. I found this.
Teenage Angst:the burning desire for the wrong, the forbidden, far from simple pleasures, something truly timeless - a flashy array of childish yearning for an unwritten but understood right of passage.
Of the thousands of thoughts that float through my cluttered...
12:08, 94 Degrees, 4 Days
It’s 12:08 and I’m sitting on the edge of my bed. I’m wearing an oversized Coke t-shirt, eating a Hershey bar, and drinking Adam’s Vitamin Water.
This time next week, I’ll be sitting on an extra-long twin bed. I’ll be wearing one of Adam’s old t-shirts (that still smells like Old Spice and Pall Mall Reds), eating a Pop-Tart, and drinking coffee.
This...
Hello, Samford. Welcome to Anna.
In ten days, my room will be empty.
In ten days, Adam and I will struggle through a teary “goodbye”.
In ten days, I’ll be jittering with anxiety.
In ten days, I’ll be cruising down I-20 with a backseat stacked with thin summer dresses and quirky literature.
In ten days, I’ll unpack the car and unlock my room.
Home.
Adam and I stood in the driveway last night, leaning against my car and letting the raindrops soak through our clothes. He was inhaling deeply on a cigarette and used his forefinger to grip my belt and pull me in. He exhaled and I breathed into his chest, comforted by his sweaty musk and the gentle warmth of a summer night.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving.”
I struggled...
