Monthly Archives: March 2011


It’s risky business to offer unlimited free and surprisingly tasty crawfish to a bunch of hungry students who miss their home state of Louisiana. But Millsaps embraces the risk of riot and violent fights breaking out over who can get the biggest serving and supplied us all with steaming heaps of crawfish last Saturday. I’m just kidding, of course; we are all rather docile people. But we still love our mudbugs and would fight to the death for them, if provoked…

As a born and raised Louisianian, I’m always skeptical when I hear someone from out-of-state claiming to have made good crawfish, or really anything cajun or creole in general. It’s the elitist in me popping out its ugly little head. But I was delightfully surprised at how delicious and juicy they were. My friend and I actually went back for seconds… and thirds… don’t tell anyone…

Had I been a victim of head trauma and forgotten where I was, I might have actually thought I was, in fact, home because of the zydeco band that came in from Lafeyette to play for us. They’d murmur things in French between each song, and the guy with the washboard on his chest would walk around. Of course, I had to explain exactly what the large piece of tin on the man’s chest was for to a couple of my friends. I was also reminded of my parents when they sang a song about a “couteau,” which means knife in French. My parents love that word. Yes, we’re the family that throws in words from other languages just to spice things up.

It was such a lovely weekend in general. It was sunny, warm, and breezy for most of it, and came with a baseball game and a casino-themed philanthropy event from a fraternity and sorority on campus that benefited the local children’s hospital. For all of these reasons, and many others as well, I love spring here at Millsaps.


“God Bless You”

I am so blessed. I’ve been blessed about a hundred times today, probably 150 times yesterday. This can only mean one thing… Spring is here and I’m sneezing.

As I walked to the admissions office today, I saw a tree that looked like it had been covered in a mossy growth. It was pollen. Lots and lots of pollen. I wanted to chop that tree down and send it through a wood chipper right then and there for making me so miserable. Teach it a lesson. But I didn’t have an ax with me.

I will say this, though. With the pollen and consequent sneezing comes the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen, right here on this campus. From the wisteria to the poplars to the grass that is green and perfectly groomed, Millsaps is glowing right now. It’s the perfect time to have a big visit weekend like the one we have coming up, Major Madness. It’s not just a weekend for visiting students either; it’s a weekend-long celebration for all the entire Millsaps community, with a free concert from Benjy Davis, free crawfish boil, etc. I anticipate many a sunburn next Monday from everyone spending long periods of time out in the sun this weekend.

So I guess I can handle the itchy nose and watery eyes if it means we get to enjoy weather and scenery like this for a couple of weeks . We’ll just call it a trade-off.

Tiny Tim… A Success Story

Opening doors is very difficult when you don’t have any free hands. So is carrying your food, purse, phone, anything lying around your room that needs to be picked up… you get my point.

There is one ray of sunshine through those troubles, though. The fact that I am having then means… I’M BACK AT SCHOOL. YAYYY! Fortunately, there have been no more instances of ‘un-pretty girl crying’ since I’ve been thrown back into my routine.

Without the help of my friends, professors, and security guards that give me rides in their golf carts when I have to go from one side of campus to the other, I think I would have crumpled into a sad heap of failure. But a heap of failure I am not, because I have all those people who make this transition ten million times easier. I let them have their fun at my expense every now and then (my roommate has been calling me “Tiny Tim”) and tolerate the crazy driving skills of our security guards who tear through gardens and narrow sidewalks in their motor carts with me holding on for dear life in exchange for all their help and support. One of my best friends has even been claiming that she’s been working out in the HAC (our athletics center) in anticipation of Spring Break, because she just swears she is going to carry me around at the beach so I don’t have to walk around on the sand. I’m not sure how I feel about this yet…

Speaking of Spring Break, it’s just around the corner! And by just around the corner, I mean it starts tomorrow! My crutches and I are beach-bound!