Eweaver’s UMW Blog

1. My first track meet in high school was a complete disaster. I originally joined the track team to stay in shape for soccer and planned to only pole-vault which required much less running. The first meet didn’t have pole-vaulting as an event so I was put into 2 races to see what I could do. My first race was the 600 meter. I was placed into a mediocre heat, one which I should have won easily. I went out strong, extremely nervous, tense, and holding my breath a bit. There were 4 laps to this race because the indoor facility was small. To be honest I don’t remember all that much of what happened after the 3^rd lap. I remember being ahead of everyone and my friends cheering. Then I remember things getting hazy, and slowing down. Next thing I knew everything went black and then the race was over. My 60 year old coach had pick me off the track and laid me into the high jump mat. I learned a valuable lesson that day about running and about life - Don’t hold your breath.

2. My first day of college was a memorable one. To my delight I had been placed to live in Virginia Hall. I had finite math early the first morning of classes and began on my way to Trinkle feeling hopeful that the day would be a good one. As a Freshman naturally I had no idea where I was going. I have also never particularly excelled at understanding directions. I found myself outside of Jepson at 9:00am, on the completely wrong side of campus. Consulting my printed out, highlighted, and checked twice schedule and trying hard not to cry, I wandered toward DuPont and further off track. At this time I was very distraught, but everyone else was in class by this time because I was so late. I tried to call my roommate Molly but she didn’t answer. I decided that I would walk back the way I came and ask the first person I happened upon how to get to Trinkle. I have never seen campus walk so deserted. On my walk back to Virginia [which I thankfully found with little difficulty] I met no one. By the time I got back to my room it was 9:30 and class was practically over already so I lay down on my bed and cried. I learned an important life lesson that day – get good directions and learn how to use them.

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