Equality, Spinney, and French Fries

This is something I've had run ins with since the moment I stepped on to the PHC campus. I signed a contract, and I'm committed to it. Obviously, I've fallen short on a few occasions, not always on purpose (everyone makes mistakes), but for the most part I've complied with the rules that I've agreed to.

However. It absolutely irks me to see how certain girls are targeted with the dress code rules more than others. Now, we're talking about girls who are ALL BREAKING DRESS CODE. Yet some of them will get called out, and others will not. The reasons for this can be anything. In my opinion I believe it's directly related to the physical appearance of those breaking dress code, and the opinions those who are dress coding hold.

My only thing to say on this: there is no reason. All should be treated equally, regardless of who they are or what they look like. Breaking dress code is breaking dress code.

Another thing. People who pretend to understand you when they DON'T and have no idea where you come from and what your life has served you. Everyone has their own background which dictates who they are today. Recognize it and accept it.

On the plus side, I lived through my first Spinney test. I studied my butt off for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and HOPEFULLY it all paid off. I'm just glad it's all over and I won't have to look Spinney in the eye as he says "Spin the wheel of misfortune" ....at least for a little while. I'm not exactly sure what's worse. The test or the sound of that thing.

Ahh! Matthew is coming to stay with me during Homecoming! For those of you who don't know, Matt is only the coolest brother in the entire world. And he's totally coming here after he graduates (or so I say). He's staying in D4, where all the cool guys live. He'll fit in great :)

Well, I should probably go do some homework since I have a Logic paper to write, a Spinney lecture to read, hours of Rhetoric homework and a room to clean. All I know is Jesse better get here with my french fries soon.

And so we go.

I'm about to shamelessly promote myself.

My roommate Gabrielle and I have created a joint blog about the typical (and sometimes not so typical) PHC experience.

My Hair Is Dress Code

And it would make my life if you would read it!

OK! A real post.

It was my resolution that as soon as I got to 'real' college, I would start blogging on the regular. Well, that went down in flames when the crack on my computer screen spread, making the computer unusable. I've gone through a few weeks without it, and through many trials and tribulations as a result, but FINALLY, I have it back and have no excuses left not to blog besides my own laziness. SO HERE I GO OK??

I have no idea where to even start. The beginning already seems so long ago, and I sort of glanced over it, so there's really no point in repeating any of it.

OMG! One thing I've discovered here, ok not really discovered. I knew this already and expected it, but then it HIT me. Virginia is SO different than New Jersey, in ways I didn't even think of.

The most obvious: pumping gas. Yes, yes, I know New Jersey is the odd state out here. But to be sitting in the passenger seat , and having the driver get out of the car to put gas in it? SO WEIRD. Even better, is that I don't even know how to pump gas. I never have, and I'm not going to any time soon. (Although Gabby is convinced I should be losing my 'gas pumping virginity' soon.....)

Another obvious one: accents and dialect. I mean, everyone else is just so weird, and I'm normal. Of course. Like, doesn't EVERYONE in the world call pizzas pies? A pie of pizza? A slice of a pie? No...? APPARENTLY NOT. And all these people saying tour like 'tewr' and ya'll and that stuff. Too weird.

Mock trial. Those two words signify what has become my life and will continue to take over every aspect of it for the foreseeable future. Three weeks to prepare a 130pg case? Yeah, we're doing that.

And the professors! When I was at community college, I remember 'liking' professors. Maybe even thinking they were funny. POSSIBLY even going as far to say I learned something from them. Here is an entirely different story. Every single minute spent in class is a learning experience. It's impossible for me to sit through a lecture without my attention being completely monopolized. (Ok, I can think of one or two classes that I'm not entirely enthusiastic about, but whatever.) Two words: SPINNISMS and FAVELISMS.

And so we go.

Ahhhh!

Google FINALLY made an iPhone app for Blogger! My life has been made.

But go figure I only discover this the day I'm supposed to get my laptop back. Ah well. Typing long posts on an iPhone is NOT fun, which is why I'm going to save my REAL next post for tomorrow :)

And so we go.

Wait, going home?

On the one hand, it feels like this has been just one extended summer camp, and now it's time to go home.

But then it hits me. Home?

I'll be driving back to good old New Jersey tomorrow, which is now a mess of floods, lack of power, and downed electric lines. This is home. Yet I still have the feeling that I'm leaving home to go home.

Everyone always told me that college would become my new home quickly. I did not believe it. I was convinced that I would be counting the days until my trips back to NJ. I was so sure that I'd feel so detached here that going back home would feel like such a relief.

And I'm totally not downplaying the importance of my family. I can't wait to see everyone, and I so appreciate and love them. But I have family here now, too. My wing is the best I could ever ask for.

So thank God for family at home, and family at my home away from home.

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