Lolita, aka "Why I am not dating much at TASI"
I cannot get enough of the skies here. The clouds are fabulous colors and fantastic shapes.
Ok. I owe you a story.
The University of Colorado, all summer long, rents out its dorms to conferences and summer camps (in addition to freshman orientation). So the entire time we’ve been here, various groups have been coming and going for a few days to a week at a time.
Week one was the CHEERLEADING CAMP/COMPETITION. Yup, our lives were invaded by a small army of pubescent girls in uniform who were on separate teams. Eating lunch in the cafeteria, I felt like I was in the movie Mean Girls—the looks they gave eachother, the matching outfits, the little rituals. They were kind of scary.
There were a lot of cheerleading jokes going around and it was all good and fun until Day 2 of the Cheerleaders. That was a bad day.
I (as well as many other groggy quasi-nocturnal grad students) was woken up at the (ass-) crack of dawn (read: 6:30 am) by the sounds of CHEERING coming from FOUR FEET outside of my (single panes) window. They were cheerful, they were synchronized, they were catchy, and, damn it, they could really project their voices.
For four days, we, the newly arrive (and altitude sick!) TASI participants, bonded with our common hatred of the cheerleaders and their early morning perkiness. A popular meal time conversation topic was (aside from "who is your advisor?") when they would be gone. Finally, they got on their perky bus and drove away.
Two things that came out of this…
One of the other women grad students here was mistaken for a CHAPARONE by a very anxious young cheerleader. (If that doesn’t make us feel old…)
And, while some guys were joking about how they like the cheerleaders “for their minds” (which is slightly disturbing), one of them (thinking he was joking) said that they really like them for their vaginas (which was seriously disturbing). (My brother received an email shortly after that about why I don’t think I’ll be dating much at TASI)
Ok. I owe you a story.
The University of Colorado, all summer long, rents out its dorms to conferences and summer camps (in addition to freshman orientation). So the entire time we’ve been here, various groups have been coming and going for a few days to a week at a time.
Week one was the CHEERLEADING CAMP/COMPETITION. Yup, our lives were invaded by a small army of pubescent girls in uniform who were on separate teams. Eating lunch in the cafeteria, I felt like I was in the movie Mean Girls—the looks they gave eachother, the matching outfits, the little rituals. They were kind of scary.
There were a lot of cheerleading jokes going around and it was all good and fun until Day 2 of the Cheerleaders. That was a bad day.
I (as well as many other groggy quasi-nocturnal grad students) was woken up at the (ass-) crack of dawn (read: 6:30 am) by the sounds of CHEERING coming from FOUR FEET outside of my (single panes) window. They were cheerful, they were synchronized, they were catchy, and, damn it, they could really project their voices.
For four days, we, the newly arrive (and altitude sick!) TASI participants, bonded with our common hatred of the cheerleaders and their early morning perkiness. A popular meal time conversation topic was (aside from "who is your advisor?") when they would be gone. Finally, they got on their perky bus and drove away.
Two things that came out of this…
One of the other women grad students here was mistaken for a CHAPARONE by a very anxious young cheerleader. (If that doesn’t make us feel old…)
And, while some guys were joking about how they like the cheerleaders “for their minds” (which is slightly disturbing), one of them (thinking he was joking) said that they really like them for their vaginas (which was seriously disturbing). (My brother received an email shortly after that about why I don’t think I’ll be dating much at TASI)
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