First Year

At Hobart and William Smith, you're not a freshman when you enter college for the first time; you're a first year. You gotta love political correctness.

My first year at HWS was amazing. Totally amazing; there aren't even any other words for it. I made the best friends -- most of whom I'm still close to today -- and I made the best memories. I lived on Potter 2 -- a floor that will live on, in my mind and in the minds of the 30+ girls that lived there in the 1998-99 school year. The floor is in JPR, a coed-by-floor dorm compound type place; so not only did I get to hang out with the girls on my floor, but with the people that lived in any of the floors in the three interconnected dorms. It was great.

We had some good times...lots of partying. :) Ah, the stories I could tell! We threw parties in our room, or crashed parties at the frats on campus. We had theme parties (note the hawaiian party decorations on the right!) and no-particular-occasion parties. We spent three straight days on the quad for Folk Fest; we supported each other through our first college finals for three semesters. We has sleepovers and Dawson's Creek nights... we went to dinner in hordes and sang in the showers (seperate stalls, guys. Get your mind outta the gutter.)

Aside from my friends, I took some great classes my first year. Intro to Sociology and my First-Year seminar with Prof. Spates, American Political Systems with Prof. Deutchman; Intro to Psychology with a professor who's since left; I could list a bunch more, but you're probably already bored. But I figured that I should give props to the profs who have given me another reason to love this place.