#1 Dude This Class I’m In…

…is the bomb.  So, here I am, sitting in the library, listening to the Legally Blonde Broadway soundtrack, fresh out of my Chemistry for the Health Professions class. I’m almost a month into the school year (time is passing way too fast for me!) and I think that after this month, my favorite hands down class is not my chemistry class, but my Nursing in the Jesuit Tradition class.

Okay, first I’ll get the boring specifics out of the way. It’s a 3 credit class that I have two days a week; Tuesday and Thursday. It doesn’t start until 11 a.m. and it’s my first class of the day, which is why I may be a little biased towards it (I don’t mind waking up early, but waking up later is always preferable). My teacher is Dr. Boaz, who is a really awesome lady. She not only teaches our class but she also works as a nurse practitioner and  does research for the Veterans’ Affairs Center in Milwaukee. She’s been a nurse for a long time, and she’s able to tell us a lot of things about nursing that she’s learned firsthand. There are only around 30 people in the class, which makes it easier for everyone to get their questions answered (however, these 30 people don’t include a male, which makes me sad because I’d really like to see nursing from a male perspective).

As a nursing major, I have to take this class. I really love it because nursing is something that I’m really passionate about, and I don’t mind reading and learning about it one bit. The homework is really only reading at this point, but I know we’ll have a midterm exam and a final exam. Other than that, our grades will come from journal entries and two projects. The journals all pertain to nursing and what we’re learning about during that week, which makes them pretty easy to write.

I’m really excited about our two projects, though! One of them is called a dashboard survey. Basically, my small group and I will head out into a neighborhood around Marquette and ‘survey’ the area. We’ll gather information about stuff that pertains to health, like how easy is it to access alcohol and tobacco products, are there grocery stores in the area, etc. The second project will be more of a research project where we’ll gather information about a certain health issue and present it to the class.

One thing that I’ve loved learning about so far is the history of nursing. My mom and grandma are both nurses, and I’ve always respected the profession because of this. But up until the mid to late 1800’s, nursing was actually the lowest form of employment for women! It was the last resort after prostitution! It wasn’t really up until after the Civil War that the profession started getting the recognition and respect that it deserves.

I definitely give this class a 10! It’s cool to see nursing not just from the science perspective, but as a social science, too. I’m not sure if you’re really able to take this class if you’re not a nursing major but if you are able to and have an interest in nursing theory and stuff like that, I’d definitely recommend it!


New to New Hampshire

(Anissa sort of couldn’t figure out how to make her own profile so we’re posting through here.  But yay for the last move-in post!)

Let’s start off with the fact that I had a two-step move in process. The way they orient you up here in Hanover, NH is by throwing you into the middle of the forest for 5 days to bond with some classmates  I moved into my room after that trip, it was a solid 85 degrees, I was all alone, I had no idea how to get to my dorm, and I hadn’t showered for 5 days.

Michelé would say that’s an exaggeration but honestly after like 3.5 days of walking through a forest it feels like you haven’t showered for 10 days. (That’s because she’s a perpetual exaggerator.  It was only 3 days)

I went camping at a Dartmouth owned cabin with a group of strangers who are now no longer strangers. That’s what happens when you spend 5 days with other people and no electronics, electricity, or any other form of entertainment besides nature. We danced and sang and it generally felt like summer camp. And then When my tripees and I (F-50 for life!) got back, it kind of hit me that it was actually college.I was just a little worried that it would stop feeling like camp.

I was very hilariously wrong. I moved my stuff into my room on that ridiculously hot day, and since I was an innocent ’18, took the long way . I happen to live at the farthest possible dorm, and had a very full hiking backpack and suitcase that I had to drag up a very steep hill. When I finally got to my building, French Hall in the River Cluster, it was pretty much deserted. I was worried that I wouldn’t make any friends besides the people on my trip but as I walked up the stairs to my third floor dorm room, this girl offered to help me.  It turns out that she’s a pretty nice person that’s always super friendly and social. I’m actually surprised that she wasn’t appalled by how much I smelled after I came back from my trip. But she got back a day before me, so she understood. It was quiet on campus during those first couple of days of Pre-Orientation. And it still felt like summer camp.

Dartmouth is not, in fact, summer camp. It happens to be an Ivy League school in Hanover, NH. The smallest one actually. We’ve only got about 4,000 undergrads and not too many grad students. New Hampshire is different from Wisconsin in that, like, there is no lake effect breeze. So it’s always hotter than I anticipate from the temperature.

After Pre-Orientation, my parents finally came with all of my stuff! After 7 days of having just clothes, I was so thankful. Plus, I mean, I was thankful that I could see my parents again after 2 weeks. That was cool too. I mean a little more than cool. They drove 14+ hours to come and bring me my stuff. My brother didn’t come because he had football, (at Valpo with Michelé!) but I’m 100% sure that he would’ve come if he could have. There weren’t movers, and the stairwell is small, but I didn’t have too much stuff. It was pretty relaxed for a move-in day since a lot of people had moved in before that due to Trips. Thankfully, nothing broke! It was fantastic!

Charlie, my roommate, is incredibly rad. We’ve got a two room double which is nice since we both have our own space. But it’s cool that I’ve got the perks of having a roommate too. My room is kind of tiny, but I love it anyway. We have an adopted roommate, and her name is Michaela. She actually lives in the basement, but everyone thinks we’re all roommates anyway.There are 7 girls and 14 boys on our floor. It’s a huge change to the all girls’ school thing. I’m digging it so far.

As of right now, my major is Neuroscience, my minor is Linguistics, and I’m on the pre-med track. I’m in Active Minds, which is a group thatadvocates for mental health awareness and de-stigmatization. I also want to get a ‘Women in Science’ internship. The last thing that I want to do is this thing called America Reads, which means I’d be an in-school tutor for little kids.

Three goals that I have for this year are:

To put all of my effort into all of my activities and classes.

To meet as many new people as I can and not be shy.

And to make a ton of good decisions and to live with no regrets.

When I first came here, I said I wasn’t sure exactly what I was most excited for, so I just said everything. After being here for quite a while, I’m still excited for everything. There are so many new classes, activities, and people, that I can’t pick any one thing to be excited about.  What I’m saying is that, so far, I’m loving it up here in the middle of nowhere at this little known Ivy League school.

Niss, Charlie, Michaela sept 2014

Charlie, Anissa, Michaela

Minnesota, Boys and Freedom, Oh My!

A MESSAGE FROM THE TABLE: Hey guys! Sorry we haven’t been on top of things lately.  College life, right?  We swear we’ll get better!  One more move-in post after this and then onto awesome things!

Hi guys!

I hope you are all doing well and enjoying these last precious days of warmth.

My name is Marisol, which means “sea and sun” in Spanish. People have called me Mari for as long as I can remember but as of late people have gotten creative. Now I find myself responding to names like Sea-sun, Sol, Mare-mare, and Mars. It makes me feel special that people have unique names to identify me.

I was absolutely sure that I would stay in Wisconsin for college. I was born and raised in Wisconsin. Wisconsin is home to my entire family and I am a very family-oriented girl. The first time I was away from them was for one weekI was ten and I had begged them to let me go to summer camp. I literally bawled my eyes out every night. Needless to say, they haven’t let me live that down.

It was a huge surprise for everyone (including myself) when I decided to go out of state. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here at the University of St. Thomas in St. Paul, Minnesota. It is a co-ed school of about 6,000 students right by the Mississippi River. This is the first time in 8 years that I am in school with boys. NO WORRIES! My dorm hall is for girls only! Thank goodness.

Move-in day was on August 30th. I started to pack up on August 29th at about 9:30 p.m. and I did not finish until 2 in the morning. Always punctual, my dad wanted us to be there early and hit the road at 6am. It’s a five-hour drive from my house to St. Paul, but we made stops for food and bathroom breaks, so really it’s more like 6.

The drive seemed just like any other road trip we had made. Dad was driving, Mom was in the passenger seat, Georgie and I were in the back.

The look on my parents’ faces when they saw the line of cars…priceless. It moved pretty quickly, but I think it was the heat that made it seem like forever. We unloaded everything and headed up to the fourth floor. My roommate, Madeleine was already there…she’s also from out of state. We had been texting since early July, and I was relieved to finally meet her.Madeleine, Anastasia (her sister) and I bonded over breakfast the next day. Of course, I embarrassed myself. We were admiring our beautiful breakfast dishes and we started to Instagram pictures of it. I was so focused on getting a good angle that I did not even notice that they had started to pray before eating. I felt awful! They were cool about it though.

Parting with my parents was not as tearful as I had imagined. Actually, it was tear-less. It was a short, simple “Take care, I love you.” But in Spanish, it sounded more like this, “Mari, cuidate mucho. Estamos muy orgullosos de ti y sabemos que vas a lograr muchas cosas. Te queremos mucho.” Being Hispanic, we send off our loved ones with a kiss on the cheek and the blessing of the sign of the cross

Everyone I have met has been so nice to me. My RA is awesome and super friendly. The girls in my hall are great, and we all get along well. By the way, most of the girls in this hallway are from out of state. There’s a girl here from Wisconsin, one from Alaska, even one from Florida. Complete strangers will smile and greet you in the hallways.  Oh, and the boys here are such gentlemen!

So here I am, a first-generation freshman majoring in International Business with a minor in French having my first taste of complete independence. It’s a new place with new people, and I feel as small as a mouse. Thankfully, I have a support system made up of the most loving family and amazing friends.

These are my goals:

  1. Meet lots of people and make new friends.
  2. Explore the Twin Cities.
  3. Get involved.


I am very optimistic about the near future. Wish me luck!




Mari Sep 2014

Marisol in the big city!

Wisconsin: Cows and Commuting

Hello cyberworld!  I’m Megan.  Of my table comrades, I’m the only one who chose to stay not only very close to home, but to live at home.  I’m a commuter student at Marquette University in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.  I’m in the College of Nursing, and I’d like to hopefully minor in Spanish for the Health Professions.  Now, since I don’t have any cool move-in stories for y’all, I’ll just tell you a little bit about my college experience so far.

On the Wednesday before school started, I attended an event specifically for commuters.  My mom dropped me off, and even though I would be seeing her in a matter of hours, she still started crying.  She managed to calm down before I got out of the car, but then she told me that after I left, she started blubbering like a baby again.  Any who, I got out of the car, walked into the Alumni Memorial Union (AMU) and looked around like a typical freshman. Thankfully I found a few other people heading to the commuter lounge and just followed them to the event.

So orientation went well, I met people during small group.  Even though the college claims we’ll be friends forever, I’m pretty sure I’ll never speak to any of them again, blah blah blah.  Since I don’t live on campus, it can be really easy for me tofeel like I don’t belong anywhere, which is where the Commuters Lounge comes in!  On the third day of class I hiked up my big girl panties and walked in so I wasn’t eating alone (which, contrary to Anissa’s belief, is not sad, it’s actually relaxing).  Over the past week or so, I’ve gotten to know some pretty awesome people.  I’ve also learned a new card game for when the Table reunites (get ready for Polish Poker everyone!).

While it does seem like being a commuter takes a lot of work, I’m actually really enjoying living at home.  I can come and go on campus as I please, even though I am at the whim of the Milwaukee County Transit System.  And since I don’t have anywhere to go and  just chill out on campus, I get a majority of my homework and reading done for the next day while I’m still at school.  Which means when I go home, I get to do whatever I want ( watch trashy reality television).

That doesn’t mean I don’t plan on being involved.  Marquette has a ton of great service opportunities, many of which I hope to take advantage of.  I’m also an automatic member of the Marquette University Student Nurses Association, a club that does fun get togethers to do service and do other nurse-y stuff.  I’m also going to be a member of The Stitch Society, which is a knitting and crocheting club.  I’m sure there’ll be more clubs in the next four years, but I’m going to stick with two for now!

All in all, I’m really excited to see what the next four years have in store for me

So as a part of this post Michelé has asked each of us to write three goals for the year.  Here are mine:

  1. Volunteer with Marquette at least twice a month.
  2. Save at least $500 to go to Peru my junior summer.
  3. Become involved with one student organization.

Megs and her parents Aug 2014

Megan and her parents

Wisconsin Madtown Standards

Ya’ll let me tell you about the FINEST boys at UW- Madison. I lied, there’s only a couple… Well maybe I should start at the beginning. I moved in on August 24th, and I was so ready to go. I woke up at 6:00 in the morning to make it there by 8:00 when check-in started. Ya’ll should know how I am about being on time… My dad’s prissy self decided to get all dressed up and whatnot and we ended up being an hour late . But the 24th was early move-in day for everyone who had a scholarship so there was no line and it was hella chill. We had this TINY elevator that could literally only fit our cart full of stuff (we couldn’t fit in with the cart). So we had to race up to the 3rd floor to get it off of the elevator. Lmao, what a struggle. I walked up to my room and the RA had our door decorated really cute. I opened the door and entered a shoe box; it seemed SO small. I had a mini panic attack because I had 5 suitcases worth of clothes and countless other miscellaneous dorm items (it took my dad’s van and mom’s car to get all of my stuff here).

My mom and sister cleaned my bathroom (yes, we have our own bathroom… AND AC!) while I put the clothes away. And we snuck Osita (my dog) into the room via my purse so she was chillin’ like usual. My dad hit it as soon as he unloaded the van. Didn’t even cry or anything. Lol he must really love me huh. Kay-Jah, my roommate, hadn’t arrived yet so that was nice. Otherwise I would’ve been too claustrophobic and hot. Ya’ll know I like my space. I ended up being able to fit everything comfortably so that was nice. And I still had room left over to add more stuff!

Noon comes around and Kay-Jah finally shows up with her mom and younger sister. Our families are literally identical. It’s crazy. I went with my mom and Kay-Jah’s mom to Walmart to get some last minute items, and I ended up getting to know her family a lot better. It was great to finally meet the girl I’d been texting since April.

As far as actual school goes, it’s fantastic. Being that UW-Madison is my first public school ever, I was initially overwhelmed by the 40,000+ students here. But that changed almost instantly when I realized that I knew at least 65 girls from my high school. As of now my majors are Biomedical Engineering & Spanish. I’m also on the pre-med track. I LOVE the classes I’m taking, and most excited about the student organzations that I hope to join. Greek life has always been a priority, but I’m going to wait until next year to rush. I’m also joining NSBE (National Society of Black Engineers) to help with internships and job opportunities. I even met Keven Stonewall! Aka, the best man alive. Aka the guy who most likely found the cure to cancer. Click the link to read his story.


My goals for this year are #1) not to get lost on campus after 9:00pm. Madison is relatively safe, but there are some serious creepers on campus. But I shouldn’t have to worry much, I’ve got pepper spray to take care of that it necessary. #2) I want to maintain a 3.5 cumulative GPA. Being that the lowest GPA I can have in order to keep my full-ride scholarship is a 3.0, I should maybe strive to be higher than the minimum. And #3) I want to make SO many friends and connections. I’m finally realizing how people you meet in college may one day be your boss. So being nice is the way to go 🙂

Alright so I gotta go. That’s been my life in a nutshell. I actually need to start going to sleep before 2am. So this is my que. See ya later guys 🙂

Mia and Bucky Aug 2014       Mia and Kay-Jah and Friend Aug 2014

Mia and Bucky                                                                           Mia and her roommate Kay-Jah and other friend

Indiana(mal) Kingdom College Students Are a Different Species


My name is Michelé—phonetically Mishelay—but people consider Mich much easier.

I only applied to two colleges, both which happened to be in Indiana, and now I’m really grateful I ended up at the one closer to home.  Stationed at Valparaiso University, a small, Lutheran, private school around the bottom of Lake Michigan, I consider myself just the right distance from home.  Although it once took us four hours to drive down, if done right, it can take as little as two and a half.  The undergrad population is about 4,000 which I really like.  Coming from a smaller high school it’s nice to keep that sense of community.  I’m majoring in Creative Writing and I know, I know-what am I even going to do with that?  Well, you are reading my blog aren’t you? 

Move in day for me was August 23rd—hot, humid, and horrible.  Thank God for moving crews because I was sweating enough without having to carry any of my stuff up to the third floor.  My mom and brother, Marshall, came with me, gracefully dealing with me being a little crabby as we unpacked (sorry mom).  When they left my brother gave me a nice hug.  Not just a hug, but a nice one.  Which is something special.  And neither my mom or I cried right away, also something special.

My roommate’s name is Sara and she’s from the Chicago area.  We met at orientation in June and it’s working out really well for us so far. She’s got a twin brother too, gets up early like me, and isn’t in to drinking.  Other than her, the only person I knew at Valpo was Anissa’s older brother.  I barely count him though.  She told him he had to say hi to me and he said, “Is she the black one?” Which I guess is a good guess considering… 

I’ve been settling in really well.  As Sabrina said in her post, it’s really easy to make friends.  This is especially true if you join things.  This semester I plan to be an active part of the Social Action Leadership Team (SALT) which is a club dedicated to serving others.  I also got myself a part-time job at Walt’s Place where we work with underprivileged Latino kids, helping to expose them to more English, feed them, have fun with them.  Sort of like a mentor program I get paid for.  While I’m a mentor for those kids, I also get to be a mentee.  I signed up to be partnered with a staff member of the University who can help me with my spiritual path because one of my goals for the year is to find my way closer to God.  The other things I’m hoping to accomplish are to not be a slacker (meaning less Netflix, more French) and be completely me all the time.  I’m outgoing and I need to not withdraw that when I think someone will judge me for it.

Move-in day is scary and exciting, kind of like the rest of college, but it gets less scary and more exciting.  I’ve been looking forward to SALT since my tour last year and I’m in Creative Writing i.e. my dream class.  Besides that, I’m a little embarrassed to say I’m excited about the boys.  We already told you we went to an all-girls school, which for some people isn’t a problem, but for some people (me) who lack social skills involving attractive males, not having to sit with them in class for four years has really made it much worse.  I’ve got my eye on one right now, who I’ll tell you about if you ask nicely.  My strategy right now is to try and act normal, which, you know, is really hard.

Normalcy, not exactly what college is for.

Michele and Sara Sept 2014

Me (right) and my roommate Sara

Illinois You a Little, But it’s College

I feel like I should be playing Kanye West to do this post justice… oh well. One doesn’t just turn off Beyoncé.

Hello! I’m Sabrina, the resident comic book nerd of the table. I’m a Marketing Major with a minor in political science. I’ve read enough college blogs to know that this will probably change, but so far, this is the plan I’m currently pursuing. I attend Loyola University Chicago. A gorgeous Jesuit school nestled in one of the most diverse neighborhoods of this huge city. It has an undergraduate population of about 9,723. LUC isn’t huge but it isn’t tiny either. It is just right for me.

Move in day was exciting. As my dad drove away from the house and from the state that’s been my home for a while, I kept feeling like I needed to see everything just one more time. The strip malls, the cracked and potholed streets, my favorite Starbucks and that Chick-fil-a they are finally building near my house, which I can’t eat at until thanksgiving break.

So with a heavy heart I made my way to Chicago, Illinois on the 20th of August. We were assigned a check in time (9:15) and with Chicago being only two hours from home, we were almost punctual. Almost. We got there about twenty minutes late. As a semi-professional over packer I was over the moon with our move in team. Volunteers from the school essentially swarm your car, put everything in bins, and take it straight to your bedroom. Seeing as I live on the 18th floor of my residence hall, I was very grateful to those strapping young men who took my mini-fridge upstairs for me. The only thing I took was my purse.

My roommate’s name is Jade and she is from Arkansas, We live in a small double room on the second highest floor of our building. We have a beautiful view of both the city and Lake Michigan. The sight is something that constantly reminds me that I live here. I live in Chicago, I’m 18 and the world is at my feet.

College has already challenged what I once thought was true. I assumed it would be difficult to find people to connect with. Well you know what they say about people who assume. Everyone was on the same boat as myself. We are all being forced into a new and unfamiliar situation. However, being the fourth most polite campus in the country means that we are very accepting of everyone: all religions, ethnicities and orientations. So that’s nice. It is also nice knowing a few people off the bat. I was fortunate to have a very close orientation group. We stayed in touch over the summer and take some of the same classes. I knew four people from my high school and a few people I have met at various student events. My goal for the upcoming year is to get out of my comfort zone. Try new foods, new activities and meet new and different people. This city is so new and exciting that it deserves nothing less than my best. And my best it will get.

Sabrina and Jade Aug 2014

Sabrina (left) and her roommate Jade

There’s More Than Corn in Iowa

So college is a huge thing, and if you go, it’s supposedly the craziest, best time of your life right?  That, of course, makes me think that I’ll have some amazing story to tell right off the bat, the second I set foot on campus.  Realistically, my move in story is admittedly kinda boring.  But maybe you’re interested in hearing about it anyway.  So I’m going to type about move in day, read it if you wish.

I’m the one they call Frankie.  Yes, it’s a nickname.  No, I don’t feel like sharing what it’s short for.  I chose to attend a large University for my college years.  As of last year (IDK where this year’s info went), the total enrollment here at Iowa State University is 33,241 students.  That is about 50 times the amount of our entire high school….is my math right? I used a calculator. And us freshman take up…uh…(not sure the exact number, I just know we’ve set the record amount of incoming students…again).  I’m really good at this knowing my college stuff, haha.  Quite obviously, Iowa State University is in Iowa.  Specifically, it’s in Ames.  Ames is one of like two actual cities in the whole state and it’s a campus town so without the college, this place probably wouldn’t even exist.

That's me by the sign! And no, it's not edited.  It was like ten at night.

That’s me by the sign! And no, it’s not edited. It was like ten at night.

Fun Fact:  I pulled this right off of our http://www.registrar.iastate.edu/enrollment page (since I included the URL, this is legal right?)

  • Students come from every county in Iowa, every state in the country, and from more than 100 foreign countries.
  • A total of 3,797 international students enrolled at Iowa State in fall 2013, comprising over 11% of the total enrollment.

Being the only one at ISU from my school, or of anyone I know, I decided to ditch the private school scene for a taste of public school.  So far, no complaints.  I also can’t really complain too much about the weather either.  It’s naturally like a good 10 degrees warmer than back home without the lake-effect: everything.  But Iowa still has pretty seasons like Wisconsin, just not quite as much heavy snow (Thank God.).  As welcoming as the Midwest is though, I got a lot of unwanted stares and a few hate mail glares for wearing my Packer shirt on move in day.  I don’t think we’re in Wisconsin anymore, Toto…On the bright side, even though she’s from Minnesota, my roomie, Liz is pretty cool.  Our room came with lofted beds and is quite more spacious than either of us expected.  I fit everything and I’m a girl who loves her clothes.  My mom, dad, brother, and I had to lug everything up to the room ourselves, though, cause we were too late for the move-in crew.  At least I’m on the second floor (Wallace, Rambo, coed, all level students—in case you’re wondering).  And I’m not sure how we missed the move-in crew since it took us about 6 hours to drive here and we arrived by like 6.  Liz only had three hours to drive and she claimed her side before I even got there.  The two of us had never met in person before that fateful day, August 19th, 2014.  Although we did Facebook chat and text a bunch.  Settling in, you can totally tell which side of our room is mine; messy and colorful with lipstick, hair things, and jewelry scattered about.  I guess I should make it a goal of mine to get a bit more on top of things and clean my stuff.

Most people would assume I’m attending school for the fine arts or something, but being the ISU of Science and Technology, this place gives me the option to pursue my dream of working with wild animals via a degree in Animal Ecology.  I’ve not yet added a minor but we all know I’m gonna do as much as possible in my time here.  This includes clubs and stuff.  I already signed up for a juggling club, look forward to joining an ultimate Frisbee team, and plan to search out or create my own dance clubs (I would create an Irish dance club.  I’m an Irish dancer).  This is what’s most exciting about college life, joining so many activities!  I get to choose from over 800 clubs! 😮 My goal is to join and actively participate in at least three clubs (let’s go time management).  Maybe I’ll join some academic clubs, too (that’ll probably help me reach my goal of getting all As [A-s included] <- haha, ambitious right?)  We’ll see what happens.

I think I hit all of the highlights (yeah, we made an outline with bullet points and everything.  Well, Michy did.  This blog is THAT cool).  So if anyone has questions or I missed something, COMMENT, or like, idk find me on Facebook and message me or something.  Sweet.  I’m off to live my adventure! (yes I just plugged an ISU line, forgive me.)

Til next time,

-Frankie :-*

P.S.  My dorm is so far away from the main campus, it doesn’t even show up on the map.  Therefore, I do not plan on walking to class too often.

I prefer biking to riding the bus to class.

I prefer biking to riding the bus to class.

Georgia Fresh(man)

I decided to attend Spelman College in Atlanta, Georgia. First off, it’s hella hot down here and I don’t know why I came down considering I’m allergic to the sun.

So anyways, the story starts like two days before my family and I were supposed to leave. I’m at Mayfair to get my allergy shots, I start the car and it sounds like metal grinding on metal. So I try to drive anyway and it was jerking and sputtering. I’m super embarrassed at this point because the car is making super loud sounds and people are watching me. So I pull back into a park, and turn off the car. After a while, I start the car back up and I think everything’s okay. I start driving, heading towards downtown to pick up my mom, and the car starts jerking again. I get super stressed out about it, like I’m sweating profusely because I don’t want the car to give out before I get to my mom. So, by the grace of God, I make it downtown in one piece. I pull over to let my mom drive, but the car won’t stop rolling backwards even after I turn it off. Turns out some part fell off the car and we had to send it to our family mechanic to fix by the next night (Thursday) so that we would leave by midnight and still be on schedule to get to Atlanta.

So, of course, nothing in my life goes according to plan, and our mechanic doesn’t fix the car in time. Thursday comes and goes, and on Friday morning, my mom has to go to a car rental place to get another car. If you knew my dad like the Table does, you would know we can’t ride all the way to Georgia in a little mini-van. So after my mom has been at the rental place for an hour, we finally get a car that’s bigger than our actual car. We’re finally able to hit the road on Friday, August 8th at about 2pm. Way later than planned.

Going down to Atlanta was me, obviously, my parents, and Jaylen, my younger brother. The drive was about 13 hours, which my parents split, but I still stayed up about 10 hours of the entire way. We finally got to our hotel at 4 am on Saturday, August 9th. Mind you, I had to check in at 10 am, so the entire family is working with practically no sleep.

Move-In Day was an event. Like they had a ton of people moving in at one time. We had to walk to our check-in location, walk back to get the car out of the garage, pull up in front of the dorm, remove all my stuff from the car, take the car back,  walk back to the dorm, and finally take the stuff upstairs to my room. Be aware that its at least 95 degrees outside with no breeze whatsoever. But the good thing is, I’m staying in a dorm with air conditioning.

I’m currently staying in temporary housing with four other girls. At this point, it’s okay, but obviously not ideal. I live in LLC1, also known at the Living and Learning Center. Chi So Fly!! I stay on the second floor. The other freshman dorms, Manley, HH, and Abby don’t have AC. So when we do dorm call and stuff, one of our sayings is “LLC got AC! You mad!” The other girls’ names are Kyla (from New Jersey), Roxan (from Miami), Kristann (from Atlanta), and Talisha (from Detroit). Some people are irritating, but it comes with the territory. Our room is like a big open space, but you can’t have any privacy because there aren’t any dividers or anything.

I’ve met a lot of people here . Spelman College is relatively small, only about 2,200 undergraduates. There are about 540 girls in the freshman class. It’s a private, liberal arts college. Right now the best part of being a freshman is the camaraderie. Like each dorm has their own hand signs and calls and it’s fun, when in the middle of the night, the freshman dorms have dorm battles. So you run to each dorm and everyone does their dorm call.

I know you’re all wondering about the boys. The boys are literally always on campus, LURKING! Like sometimes it’s ridiculous. But the first weekend, every Spelman woman got matched up with a Morehouse brother. My Morehouse brother is literally the best person in the entire world. His name is Malakai . He’s from New Jersey. He plays the saxophone in the Morehouse band. He’s a biology major and he wants to be an emergency room doctor. He’s so sweet and nice. Like he brought me medicine when I got sick the first week of school. So hopefully our relationship lasts. I’ve also met a lot of girls. I can’t remember half of their names, but that’s okay. They’ll be alright.

This year my goals are to get a 4.0 because I want to get scholarships to pay my tuition. I also want to have a lot of fun. All the upperclassmen tell us that freshman year is the best year to experience Atlanta because once you start your major; you basically have no time to do anything.

I’m most excited to party. Like I went to my first party already. It was called Welcome to Atlanta V. It was at a club called the Enclave in downtown Atlanta. So they told us there was going to be a shuttle that would take us starting at 9 pm, but I look at my phone and its 9:55 and the shuttle still hasn’t come. So my roommates and I took this cab-like thing called the Lyft to get to the club. We get to the club and basically skip half the line, but we still have to wait in line for another hour before we can even get into the club. We finally get in and it’s dark and hot. They played a lot of good music though. The only thing I didn’t like was that they were smoking a lot of black and mild’s and I kept breathing it in. Also the drinks were super expensive. I didn’t drink any alcohol, but like water was $3, and I wasn’t trying to be about that life. Also it was hella hot. Like me and everyone else were literally dripping sweat, but I still had a good time. It’s gonna be great.


Kennedy (right) and her roommate Kyla

Kennedy (right) and her roommate Kyla

Soup and Introductions


That’s hello in Estonian.

This is just a very, very short introduction.  And by short I mean the shortest thing you will probably ever read on this here blog.  Shorter, also, than a food label.  In case you were wondering.

Before, graduating class of 2014.  Now, incoming freshman class of 2018.  And not one of us is within two hours of the next person. It’s kind of a culture shock to be spread across seven different states. That pretty much sucks, but it’s also exciting.  This blog will broadcast each of our experiences with the suck-age and non-suck-age of our particular colleges.  Cry with us, laugh with us, and please laugh at us. It’s nothing new. Maybe, you’ll even learn from our mistakes.

But first, we have some (not so) wonderful move-in-day stories.