"I was drawn to do things that were romantic but could also have a rationale to them," Hayden says. "Romantic in the sense that I think it is noble to stand up against an evil, and that we don't get many opportunities in the normal course of life to do anything that's noble at all. But without a purpose or plan or strategy, it would be self-serving or foolish." He pauses, reflects. "To what extent it was a rationalization as opposed to rational is another question. It was probably sometimes a rationalization." - Tom Hayden, anti-war activist
My posts are usually fun and lighthearted; however, this one will be a more serious and addresses an issue very near and dear to me. This semester I got heavily involved with Ferguson and would like to share my experiences as both a student on campus and as a protester.
The most stereotypically McGill-esque events have been the three coffeehouses/open mic nights this semester. During these marathons of outlets of unrestrained creative expression that last from 7 pm to well past midnight, the real McGill comes out.
If there is anything that you should know about my group of girl friends, it's that we are bursting with swagger and class. The best way to celebrate this level of swagger is through festive gatherings, something that my friend Vicky and I know all too well. That is why when Vicky texted me over Thanksgiving Break proposing the co-hosting of a holiday get-together of the swanky girls, the only possible answer was "absolutely."
One incredible thing I’ve gotten involved with this semester is Dance Marathon, an organization that works to plan events and fundraise for Monroe Carrell Jr. Children’s Hospital. Read about the great service I get to be a part of!
Whew. My last fall semester at Vanderbilt is behind me, and I am overflowing with all of the feelz. Cue that sappy Vitamin C song. Some of the greatness of the past few months has been due to extracurriculars and just general being-a-senior-ness, but the majority of the credit goes to my spectacular Vandy courses. I don't normally take the time to walk through my class schedule or describe what my course load is like, but as I'm sitting here at home under the twinkly Christmas tree and as Michael Bublé quietly serenades me with I'll Be Home for Christmas, I'm feeling nostalgic. I thought I'd take the opportunity to do a little gushing.
I want to share with y'all the love for my home, the unique McGill House. I shall give example after example of the crazy awesome shenanigans that I have personally experienced throughout the semester. The hope is, if any of y’all resonate with what is written, that you come check out my humble abode!