good to be free- er- I mean- I almost cried... tears of ultimate sorrow... when I watched them drive off. Yeah. Let's go with that.
I got back to the wing after dinnertime to plan wing skits. None of us were entirely sure of what we could throw together in a half hour without even knowing each other's names, really. Somehow, for some reason, we opted to lip sync and air guitar to a Beatles classic: I Wanna Hold Your Hand. It was a fiasco.
We waltzed in late, clad in our dorky wing shirts. Each house was assigned a color, allowing me to scope out my house mates as we scurried to our seats. Elaine house was red, and the other girls' house, Daisy, was yellow. Both girls dorms were a mix of preps and nerds, but the boys dorms were much more segregated. I had already been told that Donahue- the boys in green- were the nerds, so I had made up my mind to spend a lot of time with them. The Mandel residents wore blue. Most of them were the jocks and "cool" kids at Conserve. The back of each shirt showed a leaf flexing it's arms (a strange but fitting representation of our "fear the leaf" motto.) The front of each shirt identified the person as a member of whatever wing they were a part of.
Anyway, our tardy arrival earned us the opening performance slot. Sheepishly, we moved about in the area cleared for a "stage," mostly just trying to hide behind each other. Willow pretended to strike a drum and Xaxira strutted around with my guitar, the only confident one among us. We all knew, though. We looked like fools.
Other wings did little introductions, mostly. They'd have one member introduce another dramatically or each person over-act their own personality. It was interesting, but there were so many jokes about the preceding year that were lost on me. I was starting to feel way out of my comfort zone again, just as I was starting to settle in.
I got back to the wing after dinnertime to plan wing skits. None of us were entirely sure of what we could throw together in a half hour without even knowing each other's names, really. Somehow, for some reason, we opted to lip sync and air guitar to a Beatles classic: I Wanna Hold Your Hand. It was a fiasco.
We waltzed in late, clad in our dorky wing shirts. Each house was assigned a color, allowing me to scope out my house mates as we scurried to our seats. Elaine house was red, and the other girls' house, Daisy, was yellow. Both girls dorms were a mix of preps and nerds, but the boys dorms were much more segregated. I had already been told that Donahue- the boys in green- were the nerds, so I had made up my mind to spend a lot of time with them. The Mandel residents wore blue. Most of them were the jocks and "cool" kids at Conserve. The back of each shirt showed a leaf flexing it's arms (a strange but fitting representation of our "fear the leaf" motto.) The front of each shirt identified the person as a member of whatever wing they were a part of.
Anyway, our tardy arrival earned us the opening performance slot. Sheepishly, we moved about in the area cleared for a "stage," mostly just trying to hide behind each other. Willow pretended to strike a drum and Xaxira strutted around with my guitar, the only confident one among us. We all knew, though. We looked like fools.
Other wings did little introductions, mostly. They'd have one member introduce another dramatically or each person over-act their own personality. It was interesting, but there were so many jokes about the preceding year that were lost on me. I was starting to feel way out of my comfort zone again, just as I was starting to settle in.
