meaning, took it into her hands to start breaking the ice. However, her questions of what we liked to do and where we were from didn't really do much in the way of breaking the ice for me. Mostly, I just squeaked out answers while my heart pounded halfway out of my chest. Only four people, and I could hardly handle it. It was obvious then just how interesting those first few weeks would be. When an opportunity for escape arose, I took it without hesitation. I simply ventured around campus for a while, getting a feel of my new residence.
The solitary calmness didn't last long, of course. Not two hours after that first awkward meeting was the 2009-2010 Loon Wing debut- our first official wing meeting. And what a lot we were. I already covered the adorable Caridee and loud-mouthed Xaxira. Hope and Emy, obviously great friends, were both rather girly but not unbearably so. Dawn, another freshman, was all-out gothic in style and, as I soon learned, all out crazy in mindset. Her room mate, Silvy, was reserved and laid back; a junior who'd flown in from Taiwan. Di, who'd come equally far from China, was possibly the most gorgeous girl I'd ever met. She was chipper, but not crazy like Willow, a skateboard-loving, drum-playing, tom boy who was wisconsin born and London raised. The final member of Loon Wing was Taylor, who I didn't know what to make of that first day. She seemed impossibly normal- an impression that didn't last long.
And this motley crew was supposed to function together? We were in for a crazy year.
Jill and Steve Graf, along with their daughter Savannah, were our house family. That first meeting was a little about how they planned to run the wing, a lot about how Conserve functioned, and mostly about just getting along. It all sounded pretty good to me.
Parents left, slowly but surely, and mine finally followed suit. It felt so
The solitary calmness didn't last long, of course. Not two hours after that first awkward meeting was the 2009-2010 Loon Wing debut- our first official wing meeting. And what a lot we were. I already covered the adorable Caridee and loud-mouthed Xaxira. Hope and Emy, obviously great friends, were both rather girly but not unbearably so. Dawn, another freshman, was all-out gothic in style and, as I soon learned, all out crazy in mindset. Her room mate, Silvy, was reserved and laid back; a junior who'd flown in from Taiwan. Di, who'd come equally far from China, was possibly the most gorgeous girl I'd ever met. She was chipper, but not crazy like Willow, a skateboard-loving, drum-playing, tom boy who was wisconsin born and London raised. The final member of Loon Wing was Taylor, who I didn't know what to make of that first day. She seemed impossibly normal- an impression that didn't last long.
And this motley crew was supposed to function together? We were in for a crazy year.
Jill and Steve Graf, along with their daughter Savannah, were our house family. That first meeting was a little about how they planned to run the wing, a lot about how Conserve functioned, and mostly about just getting along. It all sounded pretty good to me.
Parents left, slowly but surely, and mine finally followed suit. It felt so
