Through the glass doors of a stone pebble building, Ms. Sheri kindly greets you and points you down the hallway to where you need to be.
“Projection! Articulation! Diction! Annunciation!” chimes Martha Sawicki, a student volunteer.
The young kids line the built-to-size stage and wings, framed with red velvet traveler curtains, so they can soon begin their days Art Intensive Session (AIS). Monday would be a drama session and they would rehearse the script of timeless Grease, the kid’s version.
“Are we performing this in front of the beginners?” Amethyst quietly asks Ms. Sawicki.
“…And the intermediates…and all the teachers,” she responds.
“Oh, poop!” Amethyst says as she turns back around.
Then a young girl, “Miss Molly,” wearing a purple sparkly shirt, embroidered capris, glasses, and braces, steps forward on the gray stage with more authority than her innocent appearance reveals. As an actress she will play the role of Patty in the play.
“Cha Cha! What are you doing here! I am going to have to ask you to leave!” She announces proudly.
The young group continues rehearsing and each one giggles when the word “cutie pie” is read in the script.
Drama is only a fraction of what goes on in the after-school program, Campus Infusion. Offered by the Springfield Art Museum, the program provides busing from city and parochial schools to the local facility. Upon arrival, the children will be given a light snack then off to their AIS of the day, which typically lasts an hour. Beyond drama, dependent on a student’s focus, these sessions also include art, music, and dance.
“What’s the difference between an overture and an entr’acte?” quizzes Ms. Sawicki, but it seems fun than educational for everyone involved.
Alex, a freckly faced boy hidden behind glasses, helps his friend who is having trouble with the question to get both answers correct. Then, in his white adidas soccer jersey, jumps and fist pumps the air for his achievement.
“300 more points for Alex!” he cheers loudly. Alex had already been generous enough to grant himself 10 points prior for answering another question right about what “off the book” means. Intensive accurately describes today’s session.
Soon, it nearly 5 o’clock and the excitement is interrupted by some early arriving parents. The rest of the group will take a 15 minute break to collaboratively clean the Loft, where they will spend the rest of the time catching up on school work. The head advisor, Ms. Nuggie, motivates the kids to clean by placing bets that she can collect more dust on her Lysol wipe then they can.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Damn Uniform.
Its 6:30 a.m. Monday morning and I button up my pastel blue oxford and slip into my wool jumper that’s probably six inches above my knee, four inches less than the “fingertip rule,” but all the girls do it. I put on my light blue socks to match my shirt, and grab my suede Mary Janes as I walk out the door before I am late for homeroom.
It was the only detention I got in my four years of high school. I wouldn’t get the perfect conduct award my senior year.
I was pulled aside during lunch hour that day only to be informed by my evil vice-principle that my socks were, and I quote, “too lacy.” God forbid a horny teenage boy sees my ankles.
I always hated wearing a uniform.
However, I wore the same gray jumper, blue oxford, and socks recently to a party themed, “throwdown for your hometown.” I got in trouble that night too, we all did. My sorority is now placed on high-threat probabation.
Please God forgive me.
It was the only detention I got in my four years of high school. I wouldn’t get the perfect conduct award my senior year.
I was pulled aside during lunch hour that day only to be informed by my evil vice-principle that my socks were, and I quote, “too lacy.” God forbid a horny teenage boy sees my ankles.
I always hated wearing a uniform.
However, I wore the same gray jumper, blue oxford, and socks recently to a party themed, “throwdown for your hometown.” I got in trouble that night too, we all did. My sorority is now placed on high-threat probabation.
Please God forgive me.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Color Story
Tombstones surround me, but I feel so full of life. Everyone faces towards the sun, high in the sky. The weather hasn’t been this nice for months. Now, I am finally experiencing the manifestation of spring unfolding. The cemetery is a good place to finally take a break. Down a scenic road, full of lush green foliage and cobbled stone stairways, and around the bend, I find myself sitting in solitude on a bench with a full view of the pond and Buck Creek in front of me. I leave Wittenberg behind.
I take a deep breath and allow the quick, cool, clean breeze to revive my lungs. The aroma of fresh dirt and grass hug my senses. I try and take it all in: the pond, the cascading waterfall, the exploding fountain, the construction workers. I sit and admire the work the crew has accomplished on the creek within the past year; the landscaping now garnishes both sides of the water, and my anticipation for experiencing the “holes” of the whitewater builds. A man along the far side of the creek pushes a red kayak down the grass to the bank of the water. It looks like he’ll get to experience it before me.
I turn back to the rush of the fountain in front of me: up, down, up, down, up, down -- a continuous cycle that speaks to me as a metaphor of the cycle of life, death, and rebirth. The sun beams, reflects off of the ripples of the pond, and the whole picture lights up and sparkles. The mist of the fountain tickles my warm cheeks. I leave my flip-flops by the bench, roll up my madras pants, and tip-toe across the weather-worn, smooth rocks beneath the cool waterfall, and let the water weave between my feet. It is a pleasant contrast to the beating sun.
A Caterpillar excavator continues hard at work, digging into the fresh soil, while a “cornflower blue” pick-up oversees the job at hand. The constant annoyance of the construction beeps rhythmically, transcending into a calming meditation of the soul.
It is the epitome of Spring.
I take a deep breath and allow the quick, cool, clean breeze to revive my lungs. The aroma of fresh dirt and grass hug my senses. I try and take it all in: the pond, the cascading waterfall, the exploding fountain, the construction workers. I sit and admire the work the crew has accomplished on the creek within the past year; the landscaping now garnishes both sides of the water, and my anticipation for experiencing the “holes” of the whitewater builds. A man along the far side of the creek pushes a red kayak down the grass to the bank of the water. It looks like he’ll get to experience it before me.
I turn back to the rush of the fountain in front of me: up, down, up, down, up, down -- a continuous cycle that speaks to me as a metaphor of the cycle of life, death, and rebirth. The sun beams, reflects off of the ripples of the pond, and the whole picture lights up and sparkles. The mist of the fountain tickles my warm cheeks. I leave my flip-flops by the bench, roll up my madras pants, and tip-toe across the weather-worn, smooth rocks beneath the cool waterfall, and let the water weave between my feet. It is a pleasant contrast to the beating sun.
A Caterpillar excavator continues hard at work, digging into the fresh soil, while a “cornflower blue” pick-up oversees the job at hand. The constant annoyance of the construction beeps rhythmically, transcending into a calming meditation of the soul.
It is the epitome of Spring.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
DOW Special
Born in Block Island, Rhode Island in (19--) Riker would grow to possess many qualities that anywhere else could only be shared by a group of people. After a 4-year career spent playing varsity lacrosse, Riker would graduate from Springfield University in Springfield, Massachusetts with a degree in History and would later on attain a masters in Humanities. Riker would ultimately find his calling as a college women’s soccer coach, utilizing his unique leadership skills.
After taking a personality test and receiving results that placed him in several type character categories he reassures himself, “I’m one complicated dude.”
I’m not sure if complicated is the right word. I can’t quite put my finger on it yet.
In the height of his stress, Coach Riker berates down the sideline of the field, each follicle of hair standing on end, fists clenched, either yelling at a player or, even better, giving the referee permission to card his own team. Norman Dow Riker’s coaching techniques are ones for the books.
Crazy?
Riker traveled with the Wittenberg Women’s Soccer team in 2008 across seas to Europe to prepare the women by expanding their culture and knowledge of the game and the world. While staying at a Hostel in Nijmegen, Holland, the team was woken to the shrill sound of a fire alarm ringing throughout the halls. Riker proceeded, in his worn ACDC t-shirt and plaid red boxers, to get to the bottom of who set off the alarm. He refused to believe that the team actually worshipped precious sleep and was adamant that it must have been the cause of native goods from an Amsterdam café. His concerns did not make it much past the giggles of the girls who just saw their coach in his pajamas.
“Even his wife and kids were ready to disown him at this point,” says Sara Pirozzi, a senior player on the team.
Awkward? No, still not it.
In the mean time, Riker has been raising two brown-eyed beauties, Isabelle and Sofia, to follow in the footsteps of the ladies he currently coaches. He makes a point that the Women’s team are wonderful role models for his daughters. Isabelle resembles Riker with dark, brunette, wavy hair, and deep brown eyes. Sofia is growing up to look more and more like her mother, Gabrielle, everyday, with full cheeks and a smile big enough to warm the sun.
Riker spends a lot of time caring for his family, and it shows. Whether he is running back and forth from Wittenberg to drop off and pick up his kids from school, and then cart them to practice and games, or caring and deeply loving a wife who has been battling breast cancer for years.
“She’s my better 7/8th,” says Riker.
Compassionate? Getting closer…
After taking a personality test and receiving results that placed him in several type character categories he reassures himself, “I’m one complicated dude.”
I’m not sure if complicated is the right word. I can’t quite put my finger on it yet.
In the height of his stress, Coach Riker berates down the sideline of the field, each follicle of hair standing on end, fists clenched, either yelling at a player or, even better, giving the referee permission to card his own team. Norman Dow Riker’s coaching techniques are ones for the books.
Crazy?
Riker traveled with the Wittenberg Women’s Soccer team in 2008 across seas to Europe to prepare the women by expanding their culture and knowledge of the game and the world. While staying at a Hostel in Nijmegen, Holland, the team was woken to the shrill sound of a fire alarm ringing throughout the halls. Riker proceeded, in his worn ACDC t-shirt and plaid red boxers, to get to the bottom of who set off the alarm. He refused to believe that the team actually worshipped precious sleep and was adamant that it must have been the cause of native goods from an Amsterdam café. His concerns did not make it much past the giggles of the girls who just saw their coach in his pajamas.
“Even his wife and kids were ready to disown him at this point,” says Sara Pirozzi, a senior player on the team.
Awkward? No, still not it.
In the mean time, Riker has been raising two brown-eyed beauties, Isabelle and Sofia, to follow in the footsteps of the ladies he currently coaches. He makes a point that the Women’s team are wonderful role models for his daughters. Isabelle resembles Riker with dark, brunette, wavy hair, and deep brown eyes. Sofia is growing up to look more and more like her mother, Gabrielle, everyday, with full cheeks and a smile big enough to warm the sun.
Riker spends a lot of time caring for his family, and it shows. Whether he is running back and forth from Wittenberg to drop off and pick up his kids from school, and then cart them to practice and games, or caring and deeply loving a wife who has been battling breast cancer for years.
“She’s my better 7/8th,” says Riker.
Compassionate? Getting closer…
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Jungle Jim's
A not so hidden gem of Fairfield, Ohio, Jungle Jim’s aka “Foodie Land” catches the eye with the life size wild animals outside to welcome you in for a new, different, and exciting experience in the world of grocery shopping. Founded by Miami Grad, Jim Bonaminio, the original market has been described as an amusement park for foodies. Why shop anywhere else?
The elaborate storefront guests that greet you at the door continue to decorate the 300,000 square foot market in a loud, quirky way. It makes the place feel fun and unique. At the center of the store sits a larger than life Campbell’s soup can character perched on a swing, and that is just the beginning of the many cartoons, characters, and mascots you’ll find around every corner and atop each aisle. Behind the candy shop, lives an Elvis-impersonating singing Lion, with perfectly coifed hair, purple suit, guitar – the works. And above another food aisle plays a garage type band featuring Buzz from Cheerio’s and Rabbit from Trix Cereal.
Different than other ubiquitous retail food chains, Jungle Jim’s is an unusual international market that features over 150,000 products from around the world, including more than 10,000 labels of a wine and 1,000 brews of beer, a connoisseurs dream. Their employees are just as educated on the variety as well, as we were offered advice on beer from a worker with a heavy European accent. With more than 350 employees, the food is not the only international thing in this place.
Many people travel from out of town, even out of state to purchase the hard to find products that are sold here in the market. You can become a world traveler by only visiting one place.
The elaborate storefront guests that greet you at the door continue to decorate the 300,000 square foot market in a loud, quirky way. It makes the place feel fun and unique. At the center of the store sits a larger than life Campbell’s soup can character perched on a swing, and that is just the beginning of the many cartoons, characters, and mascots you’ll find around every corner and atop each aisle. Behind the candy shop, lives an Elvis-impersonating singing Lion, with perfectly coifed hair, purple suit, guitar – the works. And above another food aisle plays a garage type band featuring Buzz from Cheerio’s and Rabbit from Trix Cereal.
Different than other ubiquitous retail food chains, Jungle Jim’s is an unusual international market that features over 150,000 products from around the world, including more than 10,000 labels of a wine and 1,000 brews of beer, a connoisseurs dream. Their employees are just as educated on the variety as well, as we were offered advice on beer from a worker with a heavy European accent. With more than 350 employees, the food is not the only international thing in this place.
Many people travel from out of town, even out of state to purchase the hard to find products that are sold here in the market. You can become a world traveler by only visiting one place.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
On Leaving Home
Everything is packed and my room is finally clean for the first time since I hit puberty. This makes my mom happy now that company can stay in my room. To me, it is hardly recognizable, almost uncomfortable. My dorm room will be messy, just like I am used to.
I am ready for college -- I think.
My dad takes off work to help his “baby girl” prepare for the big move and my parents help put the last of my stuff in the car before we leave, a bittersweet moment that reminds me of an old Kenny Chesney song.
I have a whole new life in front of me that is about to begin, no stopping it. It is a life that will consist of staying up all night during the week, and out all night on the weekends. Sleep will become very precious. It will be very different from my home life I led before, but I am still naïve, not yet knowing the worth of a home-cooked meal or shopping with my mom.
I ignore this fact for awhile because I get homesick easily, but everything changes. You can choose your schedule, your classes, and your friends. I enjoy leading this independent life, no one to tell you what to do and when to do it by. But sometimes structure and reinforcement of family can be the only staple that will hold my stressful “adult” life together.
By the time September comes, I am aching for a break from academics and from soccer. Fall break arrives and God answers my prayers, at least for a few days.
On the highway home, the 35 mile drive feels like a cross-country trip. I disregard my impatience for anticipation and excitement of seeing my family and dog again – for everything to feel normal again.
Leaving home for the first time is an experience that brings on a current of different emotions, followed by a wave of change. Both of which you will eventually learn to ride out. But, if you never leave home, then you never get to come back.
I pull into my driveway and the garage door has already been opened for me. My mom stands in the door, while my dog barks behind her, welcoming me home.
I am ready for college -- I think.
My dad takes off work to help his “baby girl” prepare for the big move and my parents help put the last of my stuff in the car before we leave, a bittersweet moment that reminds me of an old Kenny Chesney song.
I have a whole new life in front of me that is about to begin, no stopping it. It is a life that will consist of staying up all night during the week, and out all night on the weekends. Sleep will become very precious. It will be very different from my home life I led before, but I am still naïve, not yet knowing the worth of a home-cooked meal or shopping with my mom.
I ignore this fact for awhile because I get homesick easily, but everything changes. You can choose your schedule, your classes, and your friends. I enjoy leading this independent life, no one to tell you what to do and when to do it by. But sometimes structure and reinforcement of family can be the only staple that will hold my stressful “adult” life together.
By the time September comes, I am aching for a break from academics and from soccer. Fall break arrives and God answers my prayers, at least for a few days.
On the highway home, the 35 mile drive feels like a cross-country trip. I disregard my impatience for anticipation and excitement of seeing my family and dog again – for everything to feel normal again.
Leaving home for the first time is an experience that brings on a current of different emotions, followed by a wave of change. Both of which you will eventually learn to ride out. But, if you never leave home, then you never get to come back.
I pull into my driveway and the garage door has already been opened for me. My mom stands in the door, while my dog barks behind her, welcoming me home.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
On Saying No
"Just say no!" says Officer Stonerock.
It was the ultimate lesson to learn in the 5th grade D.A.R.E. classes. Say no to drugs, alcohol, sex, and anything that could be of possible detriment to you or your health. However, these are much more complicated issues than a two-letter response can save you from. "No" feels like a little police officer on my right shoulder tapping his baton to his palm, and all my college friends on the left side cheering and saying "yes!"
I feel like life should be a little more left sided, a little more fun. You cannot always live your life by the book. It would be a very boring book. Rather, make something interesting of it. When it is a Friday night and you should get caught up on your homework, GO OUT! You will make more memories than you would in Thomas Moore Library (or maybe memories you won't remember)and Sunday will always be there to pull the all-nighter.
Always saying "no" is like the small black leech sucking all the fun out of life.
When you say "yes" you begin to take more risks and live more on the edge. I remember a quote I once read that said, "If you aren't living life on the edge you are taking up too much room." So scoot over please!
It was the ultimate lesson to learn in the 5th grade D.A.R.E. classes. Say no to drugs, alcohol, sex, and anything that could be of possible detriment to you or your health. However, these are much more complicated issues than a two-letter response can save you from. "No" feels like a little police officer on my right shoulder tapping his baton to his palm, and all my college friends on the left side cheering and saying "yes!"
I feel like life should be a little more left sided, a little more fun. You cannot always live your life by the book. It would be a very boring book. Rather, make something interesting of it. When it is a Friday night and you should get caught up on your homework, GO OUT! You will make more memories than you would in Thomas Moore Library (or maybe memories you won't remember)and Sunday will always be there to pull the all-nighter.
Always saying "no" is like the small black leech sucking all the fun out of life.
When you say "yes" you begin to take more risks and live more on the edge. I remember a quote I once read that said, "If you aren't living life on the edge you are taking up too much room." So scoot over please!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Snuggie for Dogs...What?
Friend request: accepted.
Girlfriend Marie cordially extended me a request on Facebook, and I accepted, along with 110 others. She has 34 tagged pictures alone and four profile pictures since her Facebook advent late last year. This is quite impressive for a four-legged mammal incapable of even clicking a mouse. Yes, Girlfriend Marie is a dog.
Currently, according to the Humane Society’s Pet Ownership Survey, there are approximately 77.5 million owned dogs in the United States. As an owner, this requires a lot of time, energy, and money to successfully raise a puppy into man’s best friend, but how much is too much?
At Wittenberg, it seems that dogs are increasingly gaining attention, and a reputation on campus. This includes the school sponsored “4 Paws for Ability” service program begun in 2008 which socializes service dogs for the disabled. However, it also extends beyond the school policy that forbids students to own personal dogs in Wittenberg residences. Many upper-classmen are trying to skirt the high fines by keeping dogs in their on-campus houses.
[...]
Kelly Clark, a Wittenberg senior, confesses to making special trips home just to play with Girlfriend, and all of her free time outside of academia is devoted to spending time with her.
“It was love at first sight,” Kelly reminisces about when she found Girlfriend roaming the streets of Wittenberg.
Girlfriend also knows a lot about fashion. In the summer Girlfriend chooses between outfits and in the winter she wears a pink vest that will keep her warm. Girlfriend is also a shameless consumer of the Dog Snuggie, which she wears when she sleeps at night.
Girlfriend Marie cordially extended me a request on Facebook, and I accepted, along with 110 others. She has 34 tagged pictures alone and four profile pictures since her Facebook advent late last year. This is quite impressive for a four-legged mammal incapable of even clicking a mouse. Yes, Girlfriend Marie is a dog.
Currently, according to the Humane Society’s Pet Ownership Survey, there are approximately 77.5 million owned dogs in the United States. As an owner, this requires a lot of time, energy, and money to successfully raise a puppy into man’s best friend, but how much is too much?
At Wittenberg, it seems that dogs are increasingly gaining attention, and a reputation on campus. This includes the school sponsored “4 Paws for Ability” service program begun in 2008 which socializes service dogs for the disabled. However, it also extends beyond the school policy that forbids students to own personal dogs in Wittenberg residences. Many upper-classmen are trying to skirt the high fines by keeping dogs in their on-campus houses.
[...]
Kelly Clark, a Wittenberg senior, confesses to making special trips home just to play with Girlfriend, and all of her free time outside of academia is devoted to spending time with her.
“It was love at first sight,” Kelly reminisces about when she found Girlfriend roaming the streets of Wittenberg.
Girlfriend also knows a lot about fashion. In the summer Girlfriend chooses between outfits and in the winter she wears a pink vest that will keep her warm. Girlfriend is also a shameless consumer of the Dog Snuggie, which she wears when she sleeps at night.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Speedy Savings
Two essentials every college student is in need of: caffeine and cheap food.
After returning to school from the holiday break, it is likely all of your Christmas cash has been relinquished by a McMurray’s bouncer, at least in my case, or has already gone to a down payment on a much anticipated spring break trip.
That is why I am recommending one of my favorite hidden gems of Springfield to help ease the stress of being broke, tired, and hungry. Speedway. Sure, I have witnessed a robbery, feared for my life, and watch a dark-haired, button-down clad, middle aged man make out like a bandit with a 2 liter of Coca-Cola (I mean, you’re not going to stop someone who could potentially be willing to shoot over soda). On the contrary, any penny pincher must be willing to risk a little in order to not break bank, and there are two legitimate reasons for this, both of which can be found at the gas station located 0.86 miles from campus.
First is the ninety-nine cent coffee. Speedway is open 24 hours and is the perfect place within walking distance to take a study break at 3 in the morning (Also, remember to fill in the bubble marked “above-average” next to “course load” on the evaluations at the end of the semester). They offer more than 8 different flavors and even have the option of iced coffee to suit your high-class taste buds. Nick, a routine cashier, says the likeliest time to see college students is during final’s week. I beg to differ with him, as I am there probably more than he is.
Secondly are the 2 for 2 hot dogs, corndogs, and tornados (Speedway’s spin on a taco). In addition to getting a full meal for two dollars, you are also eligible for bonus points which can be redeemed for cool prizes -- like more money to spend at Speedway. Being a Speedy Rewards member is free and many items throughout the store are included in this deal.
By purchasing through Speedway you are able to increase your monthly revenue, decrease your expenses, and maintain a steadily satisfied stomach. A dream shared by management major and the average college student.
If all else fails and two dollars just isn’t in your account this month, you could always steal the hotdog. Hey, it is not like they are going to stop you.
After returning to school from the holiday break, it is likely all of your Christmas cash has been relinquished by a McMurray’s bouncer, at least in my case, or has already gone to a down payment on a much anticipated spring break trip.
That is why I am recommending one of my favorite hidden gems of Springfield to help ease the stress of being broke, tired, and hungry. Speedway. Sure, I have witnessed a robbery, feared for my life, and watch a dark-haired, button-down clad, middle aged man make out like a bandit with a 2 liter of Coca-Cola (I mean, you’re not going to stop someone who could potentially be willing to shoot over soda). On the contrary, any penny pincher must be willing to risk a little in order to not break bank, and there are two legitimate reasons for this, both of which can be found at the gas station located 0.86 miles from campus.
First is the ninety-nine cent coffee. Speedway is open 24 hours and is the perfect place within walking distance to take a study break at 3 in the morning (Also, remember to fill in the bubble marked “above-average” next to “course load” on the evaluations at the end of the semester). They offer more than 8 different flavors and even have the option of iced coffee to suit your high-class taste buds. Nick, a routine cashier, says the likeliest time to see college students is during final’s week. I beg to differ with him, as I am there probably more than he is.
Secondly are the 2 for 2 hot dogs, corndogs, and tornados (Speedway’s spin on a taco). In addition to getting a full meal for two dollars, you are also eligible for bonus points which can be redeemed for cool prizes -- like more money to spend at Speedway. Being a Speedy Rewards member is free and many items throughout the store are included in this deal.
By purchasing through Speedway you are able to increase your monthly revenue, decrease your expenses, and maintain a steadily satisfied stomach. A dream shared by management major and the average college student.
If all else fails and two dollars just isn’t in your account this month, you could always steal the hotdog. Hey, it is not like they are going to stop you.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Letter To Myself
Keep baking, and pursue your dream of opening an allergen-free bakery.
Its always the "special" homemade chocolate chip cookie dough and brownie batter that seems to continue to sweeten your problems you come across in life. You remember, the dough that was made with egg replacer, that tasted like jell-o and creeped you out because your best friend had a lethal allergy to the real chicken product. But, you were always able to eat an entire batch of unbaked dough without any anxiety over catching salmonella.
You will play four years of collegiate soccer, probably have spent more time on the bench than on the field, and ignore your future coach the entire summer before your first year of school because you never really wanted to play soccer past high school anyways. But soon you will thank dad for dragging you on a visit to a college you've never heard of before because you have now met the most wonderful, talented, and respectable 30 best friends who have made your college experience worthwhile.
One of these girls will eventually outgrow the egg allergy and you'll spend countless hours in the kitchen, drinking wine, and baking goods you hope other will enjoy as much as you do...
Its always the "special" homemade chocolate chip cookie dough and brownie batter that seems to continue to sweeten your problems you come across in life. You remember, the dough that was made with egg replacer, that tasted like jell-o and creeped you out because your best friend had a lethal allergy to the real chicken product. But, you were always able to eat an entire batch of unbaked dough without any anxiety over catching salmonella.
You will play four years of collegiate soccer, probably have spent more time on the bench than on the field, and ignore your future coach the entire summer before your first year of school because you never really wanted to play soccer past high school anyways. But soon you will thank dad for dragging you on a visit to a college you've never heard of before because you have now met the most wonderful, talented, and respectable 30 best friends who have made your college experience worthwhile.
One of these girls will eventually outgrow the egg allergy and you'll spend countless hours in the kitchen, drinking wine, and baking goods you hope other will enjoy as much as you do...
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