Heya, guys. How’s everyone’s almost-summer?
I got back from BWSC two weeks ago and I’m just now writing about it… which says something about how chaotic my life is right now… but we’re not gonna talk about that. Heh. So now for a messy, rambling account of the trip. And some pictures. Sorry there aren’t more; I completely failed at my goal of getting lots of photos.
The car ride there was a blur. Sunlight slanting through the windows. The Greatest Showman soundtrack. Stopping for lunch. Excitement, mountains, and the open road. It seems like the trip to somewhere always takes so much longer than the trip home… it felt like we were on the highway for hours and hours.
Tennessee is almost as warm as SC right now, but it has MUCH more of a breeze. Seriously. Back home now, the air feels flat as well as steaming hot. :/ Ahhhh.
Our dorm had that stale, new scent when we arrived… not a bad smell, just unlived-in. The beds were raised about a yard from the floor as well? Which was fun?? You had to jump.
There was the time I was trying to wrestle my fitted sheet onto my bed, and I couldn’t reach the far corner, so I kind of executed this fantastic upward lunge across the mattress… and that’s when I lost my balance and the whole thing flipped over and squashed me against the floor.
Anywayyy. So many memories made.
Waking up with the sun the first morning… and taking literally five minutes to figure out how to operate the shower (at which time I was huddled half-awake under a rush of ice-cold water) (some concerns regarding hypothermia??)
The sounds of the cafeteria. Sleepy eyes, half-wet hair, the smell of coffee. Some dubious-looking eggs and slightly sketchy sausage. Also hashbrowns, which were actually really good. It’s kind of hard to mess up hashbrowns.
Walking downhill to lectures. Finding seats and stepping over legs, notebooks and searching for a pen. Walking back uphill to lunch.
Sitting in the cool night grass, watching volleyball. Spiders coming out onto the pavement. Saying goodnights and running to our dorms two minutes before curfew like responsible adults.
Me: *standing behind this guy at breakfast, waiting for him to finish pouring himself cereal*
He: *elaborately fills an entire bowl with fruit loops* *pours chocolate milk on top of them*
Everyone cramming into one booth in the cafeteria. Laughing so hard it hurt. The food was… yeah. It was cafeteria food. :P We just ate way to many carbs and avoided the meat.
Lunging up onto my ridiculous bed at night, and hoping I wouldn’t wake up on the floor in the morning with a broken back ahaha.
Speed volleyball, which was a new and overwhelming concept for me. That was the night I decided to sit and watch from the grass. Observing everyone else’s skill is good with me. XD
The week felt like an eternity, and yet it FLEW BY. I was just starting to get into the routine of everything and then it was time to leavvvve.
Lots of awkward hugging of newly-met people (shaking hands feels so stiff as a goodbye gesture, and there’s no alternative that’s a happy medium). And packing, ugh. How is it there’s always like twice as much junk to pack on the way home?
I’m so excited for next year. There were some truly amazing speakers and lectures, and I already miss all the cool people we met. :)
But on the ride home we had oreos… so that of course was some consolation.
P.S. Current fav song I discovered last week: Not Today, by Imagine Dragons. It makes me want to cry. :’)) Listen to it pls.