Farewell to da Wack

Here’s to you Wacotown. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed your quirks and your charm. As I prepare to bid you adieu, I reflect back on my time here and feel the need to mention a few things you offered me that can never be replaced.

So, here are just a few things I’ll miss about Waco, Texas:

 

  • Pulling up to the Schlotzsky’s drive-thru and only needing to say “hey” before I hear “hi Katie. We saw you drive up. Your order is ready.”

 

  • Coming up with a solid team name, yet still somehow getting dead last at True Love trivia night. Because everyone else cheats. Probably.

 

  • Also serenading the crowds at True Love karaoke with my renditions of each and every melodramatic Broadway song I know until there’s not a dry eye in the place. More accurately, I’m by far the most moved by my own performance and no one else is really paying attention. Their loss.

 

  • Asking any restaurant if they have a gluten-free menu and receiving the response: “What the hell is gluten. This is Texas.”
    • All I can say back is “That response doesn’t make any sense, but I respect your disdain.” And then I leave and go to Schlotzsky’s.

 

  • Wearing jeans and a normal shirt instead of nike shorts and being asked what fancy Oscar party I’m attending after class.

 

  • Taco Z.

 

  • Making frenemies in the Sidrich parking lot with the people I battle daily for a coveted parking spot. It’s been a real bonding opportunity.
    • We’ve had our differences, silver Toyota, but in the end, I know we’re just too similar.
    • And here’s to you, black Honda, may you find peace and happiness one day.
    • As for you, red BMW, I do not regret cutting you off that one time. You are an even worse driver than I am. And you have a red car, so you had it coming.

 

  • Seeing people I know at HEB and having those awkward HEB conversations where you don’t want to say too much, because you know you’ll see them in another aisle a few minutes later, and then again at the register.
    • So you stick with clever little quips like “man you buy a lot of toilet paper” or “wow can you believe they raised the price of coconut milk, like what is this, the pre-Industrial Revolution era?”

 

  • Understanding that having brunch at Café Cap means showing up to Café Cap, waiting 6-8 hours outside, and then finally having brunch at Café Cap.

 

  • Observing the Chick-fil-A drive-thru crowd versus those who bravely venture inside Chick-fil-A. Very different crowds. Let me tell you, I’ve tried both and honestly, I’d rather just have food delivered.

 

  • Adding “sic’em” to literally every phrase.
    • “Sic’em the sun, it feels so good outside.”
    • “I bought new toothpaste yesterday, sic’em hygiene.”
    • “I’m super bummed about my last test grade, sic’em marrying rich.” It works in every situation! Sic’em optimism.

 

  • Walking around campus and being very aware that you go to school in a postcard. This one is a little sappy, but give me a break. I’m graduating I get to be sappy. And Baylor is breathtakingly gorgeous. Just like its students. Am I right?

 

I’ll miss so much about Waco. Mainly my friends, but also the city itself. It will always have a special place in my heart. And thanks to Taco Z, my butt and thighs as well. Sic’em Wacky people.

 

 

 

 

 

Faux Graduation Woes

When you decide last-minute, as a current senior, to add a minor to your degree and, consequently, an extra semester, you are abruptly forced into a scary new reality. Nothing is especially different about your experience from other seniors’ until you get to about April. This is around the time all your friends start figuring out their lives – jobs, grad school, financial security, blah blah blah.

You, however, have a little bit longer to avoid turning over this new leaf. But besides the delayed thrust into the real world, you also have some sacrifices to make. Being a “not-senior senior,” as I’ve coined, is an awkward position. You have to adjust to a unique lifestyle that not many have to face. I’m not being at all dramatic about this. Now, I realize that not many of you can relate to this problem, but it’s not your blog it’s my blog and I enjoy a good rant. Just ask my mom.
 

In addition to losing all your friends to that cruel thief called Graduation, you must now deal with a myriad of minor (no pun intended) roadblocks.
 

1. All year, when teachers in every class ask for “everyone who’s graduating in May” to “raise their hands,” you have to smile and nod while everyone stares at you for being the only one to not raise your hand. Like why do they want to see hands? Can they not assume that most of the people in here are graduating?! And by now everyone in the room has probably assumed you failed a class or something. But alas, the teacher doesn’t allow you to explain the situation. They literally just want to see the statistics.

 

2. When May hits and all your friends have no incentive to prepare for finals because they already have jobs or realize it won’t really affect their final GPA that much, you have to study. Unfortunately, it’s contagious to have the same amount of motivation as those around you, but you actually have to take finals… You have to take study breaks to have a little froyo while all your friends take breaks from all their froyo to study a little. No spur-of-the-moment trips to Austin on dead days for you!

 

3. The actual day of graduation is the worst. I got so tired of explaining why I wasn’t in a cap and gown, I finally just started saying “I already have a job I’m here on business.”

Also on this day, everyone kept saying their last tearful goodbyes to arbitrary parts of the Baylor campus and I would absentmindedly join in until I remembered that oh wait, I will see that random tree again or oh yeah, I will again sit on that bench in a few months (no one had actually sat on that bench but nostalgia is rarely rational).
 

4. You don’t want to be that girl walking around in her sorority shirts after she’s supposed to have left… but like, that’s my entire wardrobe. This is my main concern for the Fall because undoubtedly everyone will notice. This is a completely valid concern. I actually have to own adult person clothes. That thought is more daunting than entering the real world. Whatever, you’ll probably still occasionally see me in a sorority shirt. Judge me. Maybe I’ll really stir the pot and throw on a fanny-pack.

 

5. You spontaneously decided to add 18 more hours to your already frightening schedule so yeah, you’re gonna have to take some summer school. And then out of nowhere, BAM your current apartment lease ends and you’re homeless. Didn’t see that one coming did ya?! I didn’t either. Shout out to Sneed for putting a roof over my head. Maymester’s are the best because they’re over in the blink of an eye but Maymester’s are the worst because you have to read 27 books and write 18 papers in the blink of an eye. My extra semester might not even be a dilemma since there’s a chance I won’t survive this Maymester.

 

But ya know what? I’m ok with staying another semester. After all, I get free Baylor football tickets and a student discount at the Waco movie theatre. Who would want to leave that?!