...When I first decided to live in a single this year, I was so worried that it would destroy the bond Mary, Seanne, and I formed over the past year of living together (two years, in mine and Seanne's case). It was a bond that came out of living together and seeing each other day to day, waking up together, going to bed together, eating together, etc. I had started to think maybe that sisterly (yes, I know it's cliched. So sue me) feeling was gone forever. The other night, I found out it wasn't. After a great soccer game with a disappointing ending (more on that later), Mary came back to my room to hang out with me (a rarity these days. She's usually working her 3242342 jobs or doing something in the theater). We were looking at wedding dresses (it's what we do when we're bored) when Seanne knocked on the door. She came in with her computer and her books and her wet hair wrapped up in a towel. She didn't want to talk about the game. So we just... were. In no time at all, it was like nothing had changed. Mary was offering to give back massages as she flipped through wedding dresses. I was sidling up behind Seanne to comb out her long, blonde hair. Seanne was attempting to do homework but getting distracted by fanfiction. We were talking about random things, just like we always used to. It was such a great feeling. I had forgotten how much I missed it, and how much it made me feel whole. It's good to know that the feeling is still there.
...Dear God, thank you for making me decide to attend a women's college. Love, Emma. No, seriously. We went to the soccer game at Randolph (which, it's worth noting, was a women's college until they went co-ed about three years ago) to support our team because it's right down the road. Little did we know there would be a section full of the most rude, crude, crass, disgusting, sad excuses for male "fans" there "cheering" for Randolph. It was a great game (we scored without Sierra. OMG. It was a great feeling. I screamed myself hoarse over that one goal), the teams were evenly matched, and it was such a close tie (1-1) that it went into double overtime... but there were these absolute jerks shouting such inappropriate, derogatory, sexist things at our team. I know that it was just jealousy, but I guess I had forgotten how absolutely horrible people could be. I sit here in our pretty pink bubble with our honor code and mutual respect for each other, wishing that the rest of the world could be this sweet. But it's not. People like those tailholes from Randolph feel the need to tear people down at whatever the cost. And it's just WRONG. The group of SBC fans there just agreed to ignore it and not respond, but it was so hard not to retaliate. I won't even begin to repeat some of the things they were shouting at some of my favorite people in the entire world. All we could do was overpower them with our positivity (I probably shouted variations on "GO, SWEET!" 300 times).But seriously... I don't understand why people do things like that.... it's an equivalent of bullying, and in light of all the bad effects of bullying that have been making the news lately, it just doesn't make sense for people to do things like that. I would love to see those jerks try to show up at a game here at SBC. Our campus safety would throw them in the back of the car and escort them out.... no way would they ever get away with that here.
...in case you were wondering the game was 2-1 to Randolph in double overtime. The last goal was a breakaway and there was nothing more Seanne could have done... she was practically defying the laws of anatomy and physics as it was. But Sweet Soccer has NOTHING to be ashamed of. They played a beautiful game like a TEAM for the first time in a while, and the fact that they did so in spite of the ridiculous things they were hearing from the left side of the stands is even more incredible.
...I really should be doing homework. These things were just on my mind and I had to get them out. I'm almost done with my presentation paper on Ben Jonson. Here's my thesis: "Ben Jonson's life experiences and self-education greatly influenced his poetry, and these effects are evident in his mastery of language and flexibility as a writer, his ability to balance the public and private aspects of his poems, and the moral integrity that is always reflected in his works." This is why I love being an English major. Ok. Back to work.
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