Archive for December, 2010

The end of a good year

I can’t believe that this year is coming to an end! All I can say is 2010 was a roller coaster for me. I had my ups and downs, but hey Live and Learn cause it sure helps learning from your mistakes. Either way, my first semester of college was a blast, I made friends, got involved on campus and the community, but most importantly I stayed on top of my grades. The holiday break is a much needed rest but I definitely miss all my WT peeps! But if 2011 is even half as entertaining as 2010 was… I say, bring it on! Happy new years everyone!



Let me start by saying that my family still believes in Santa.

Not in the,”Oh, Thanks Santa!” line, while looking at your mom or dad. We write letters to him, bake cookies, and sometimes he comes to visit the 18, 21, and 23 year old kids who live in my house.

Most people laugh or think we are childish, but we don’t celebrate Santa the man who comes down the chimney; Although, he does bring the BEST gifts! We believe and celebrate the idea of Santa (we celebrate it secondary to the birth of Christ).

I found this article a few years ago and it is my favorite of all Christmas stories, music or anything like that.

It is long but READ IT! It is worth it, I promise.

It is from the New York Sun, 1897…


Dear Editor–I am eight years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, ‘If you see it in The Sun, it’s so’. Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia, your little friends are wrong.  They have been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical age.  They do not believe except they see.  They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds.  All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s are little.  In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy.  Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus!  It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias.  There would be no child-like faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence.  We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight.  The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus!  You might as well not believe in fairies!  You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove?  Nobody sees Santa Claus, butthat is no sign that there is no Santa Claus.  The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see.  Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn?  Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there.  Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart.  Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond.  Is it all real?  Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus!  Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever.  A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Merry Christmas


Dead Day

Hello fellow college students, as well as future ones! 🙂

For those who have yet to grace WT with your awesomeness, you may not be familiar with “Dead Day”. For those who currently are gracing WT with our awesomeness, we are VERY aware of what Dead Day is and what it means.

What is Dead Day?

Well… I tried to find a super awesome definition on Urban Dictionary and to my dismay, there were no such terms. Disappointment. So, using the brain power that I have left from my very first grueling semester at college, I tried to come up with my own personal definition. Here it is: Dead Day is a magical day in which there is absolutely NO MORE CLASS!! However, there are finals… So, Dead Day is a day in which students can relax or study…. depending on how bad or good your grades are.

As the semester is winding down, at warp speed I might add, have a happy Dead Day! Go have an Halo Reach tournament… take a swim… or have a Twilight marathon with your best friends (which is what I’ll be doing!!) Pretty much, do whatever floats your boat!

The End. 🙂

A little more fun outside of the classroom…

My roommate and I are both very active personalities on campus and in the community in Amarillo and Canyon.  TraMicah Young was a Disc Jockey last night at a large gathering just for the BWA here at WT.  (Black Womens Association)  He had quite a large turnout and he did a great job at the show.  The greatest part about the actual party was the fact that most of the people that did come out were students from WT and they came out to support either my roommate or the BWA.  I have lately been continuously impressed by the population of this campus and how much pride they actually take in the school and their peers.  I am always caught off guard with something new at WT that catches me by surprise and I think that is another item I can add to the list of things I LOVE about this school.

Dear John

Dear End of the Semester,

This is Allison, a female whom you have had many relations with. I would just like to note how extra horrible you are being to me this season. I have always done what you have asked on time, and without question. And because of my impeccable punctualness and non-abrasiveness, you have rewarded me with great grades. Except for this year. I am over you. I am done with your desire for me to explain why we are through with pages and pages of BS. I need a break, at least a month. Its not you, its me. I promise to try better, to work harder and to do it all with a smile on my face next semester.

Love always,



Season of Giving

On my typical Tuesday, I was done with classes around noon, which is the best feeling ever by the way. Well I didn’t have much to do that day, so when I was just hanging out in the JBK my friend and fraternity brother Hagen called me and asked me to help him move, I said ‘yes’ and although it took a while and used a lot of my gas, it was worth it, cause we all know it IS tis’ the season! But on Tuesday night we did the usual Kappa Alpha helping hand at the Eveline Rivers Christmas Project. Needless to say they weren’t short on help that day which was good because it gave the brothers and I time to organize supply closets for Eveline, but just starting to think of delivery day when we get to give the gifts to the families and see the  looks on their faces… it will be more than worth all the hard work. But how ’bout them finals coming up?? Yeah, I thought so… Until next time!

Picture of Eveline Rivers though

Tis the season…

As I sit in my lobby watching the George Lopez show on the third floor of Cross Hall (the best dorm with the best RA’s by far!) with the smell of fresh laundry detergent lingering on my freshly washed clothes, I realized a few things…

—My very first freshman semester is…. ALMOST OVER!!

and…. that I need to go get my other clothes out of the dryer and fold them.

But as every college student knows, or will come to know very soon, tis the season… for finals!

So gear up for the dreaded finals week by getting your sweats ready, refrigerator stocked with Dr. Pepper, snack bin full of yummy goodies, and of course… STUDY, STUDY, STUDY!