If there's one thing I've learned from my sorority and from my time here in Sewanee, it's that books and class are important but they shouldn't rule your life:
"Books and class...got myself a fancy pair...when you knock there's someone there...study every night, story of my life."
when combined with...
"Beer and flasks...got myself a fancy pair...when you knock there's no one there...party every night, story of my life."
...seems to be my current dilemma. Let me give you some examples of this phenomena:
1. While saving the world with massive amounts of quiche on Saturday, I drank vodka. Why? because it was there. Also, because I needed to be able to feel at ease when discussing various academic topics with alumnae.
2. Last night, I went to the local bar/restaurant to meet up with my fellow Feminist lady friends. We were combining our knowledge of Feminist theory to produce our "Feminist Pledge" for the graduating class. I seemed to be the only one interested in actually getting the damn thing written so I could leave, but in the process consumed a pitcher of beer.
3. While writing comps, I found it absolutely necessary to consume wine. Why? so that my prefrontal cortex would shut up, thus allowing me to expand my academic horizons.
A wise woman once said, "I have no time to be sober." As a senior 1/2 comped student at Sewanee, I am inclined to agree with her analysis of the Sewanee experience. Thank you Miss Ensor.
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