Mystery solved.

I have figured out who my big is. :)

The Ups class (That's the group of first year's that just got into KKPsi- the Upsilon class! Pronounced "Oops-silon, so we're now called the "Ups babies") has an email thread going on, helping one another with clues. Someone recognized my christmas rap as a song by Run DMC.

DMC also happens to be the initials of one Dever Marie Carney- an instate, psychology major. YES. She's awesome, and I'm super excited. :))

Big Brother

This week in KKPsi is devoted to finding out who my mystery "big brother" (because it's a frat, we're all brothers) is. They leave us clues, and I guess the reveal is this weekend!

Last weekend I got an email from a gmail account entitled "EMILYSKKPBROTHER" demanding my schedule, which I gave.

The next day I was leaving my philosophy class in Minor Hall, and just as I was about to exit the building I see an envelope taped to the wall that says "EMILY GRAHAM" on it. Totally creepy. The back said, "There's nothing minor about these clues (get in, because i'm in Minor Hall)", and inside was 2 puzzles and one word puzzle. I figured out the word puzzle, which was my first clue- my big brother is an instate student. Well, big whoop, so are most people. One of the regular puzzles was of a brain, and the other of a man, which I immediately recognized to be Sigmund Freud. Since there was nothing MINOR about the clues, I came to the safe conclusion that my big is a psych major. :)

Later that night I get another email, which contains a song. Or, more specifically, a rap. A rap about Christmas.

Wtf, big brother.

I think I successfully have narrowed down the instate psych majors. One of them is a drum major who likes rap music and is super cool- so it'd be awesome if it were her. :) Another is Christine, an older horn member. Christine and Christmas just seem to fit. But then there's also a Christina, so I'm still lost.

Can't wait to get my next clue!

Valentines Day

Here we are. Valentines Day. The biggest slap in the face.

You'd think I'd be over this by now. It's been 20 days after all. Happy not one year.

:)

I got a bid to Kappa Kappa Psi.

The rushees were informed to stay in their rooms from 10 last night to 12 this morning, so most of last night was spent pathetically waiting. Eventually I went to bed, sort of sad and doubting myself, but at 7:00 in the morning I got a call from a restricted number.

I picked up and it was one of the drum majors who promptly screamed, "EMILY GRAHAM. YOU HAVE 30 SECONDS TO BE OUTSIDE OF YOUR DORM."

So I run outside, and the entirety of KKPsi is outside screaming my name. I get down, and they begin chanting something along the lines of "KKKK PSI. KKKK PSI. KAPPA KAPPA PSIIIII". It was horrifying and amazing and I was so groggy from being woken up. I got a rose and a formal invitation card and then I went back to sleep. Haha.

I submit my acceptance, so I am now officially an MC (membership candidate). So I'm not IN yet, but I basically am.

Tonight I have to meet at the rotunda at midnight. It sound secretive and amazing and I'm so excited. :)

Life is pretty swell. Some days are harder than other, naturally.

While you've been sitting at home all week I've been hiking across the ice and snow. Today I completely wiped out. Embarrassing. Plus my boots broke right before the big storm hit, so I've been just dealing with soggy feet. But I ordered some new, more hardcore boots, so all is well with the world.

Tonight is the last rush event for Kappa Kappa Psi. We're doing a speed dating type thing, where rushees go from member to member getting interrogated. I am not excited. I think I've been doing well, so fingers crossed for bid day this Saturday.

And my new friendship continues. :) I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me ecstatic.

I need to buy groceries.

Sometimes life surprises you

Like when you accidentally butt dial someone you haven't spoken to in 4 years, someone who happens to be your 8th grade "boyfriend", your first kiss, and then suddenly you're eagerly texting him all night.

I have absolutely no intentions behind it, but it's still refreshing seeing someone new pop up on my cell phone screen. But now it's a new day, and if he doesn't text me, our relations are over, which I expect they will be.

Life is funny.

Coming out of the closet

My brother is currently subbing a class that includes David Jung and Christian Watkins. I do not know how I feel about this.

But that's not the point of this entry.

Today in a discussion for my writing class I came out of the closet. As the crazy tree-hugger of the group.

For class we read an urban planning article about an idea called a, "zoopolis", in which wild animals co-exist with humans. I didn't agree with the final conclusion, as you don't need to live with lions to be able to appreciate them, but the arguments were truly compelling. For me, at least. It discussed the boundary humans establish between animals and themselves, believing animals to be free of feeling and comprehension, bringing up the persuasive fact that white people used to think the same about black people. The gist was that people need to open their eyes and realize the destructive elements of city-building. Either we make room for the animals, or we accept them into our cities.

Obviously I didn't expect anyone in my class to be for the "zoopolis", but I didn't expect the reaction that it did receive, ranging from, "Humans are the superior species by nature", to, "I think it's justified to kill animals who wander into our towns".

So I came out blazing. The superiority argument is arrogant. We're the reason why the animals are forced into our cities, because we're destroying their habitat. Urban planning needs to account for the fact we are not the only sentient beings in the world. I'm the one studying environmental science. I'm the one who knows the impact humans have had on the world.

But apparently the majority of my class is very right-wing. It was a very interesting discussion, and I'm proud of my stance. I hope the next discussion can be about global warming. I'll smoke them with my evidence.