Linguistics

The best part about Tulane for me right now is how different all of our backgrounds are. Sure, there's not enough ethnic diversity for my liking, but there's people from all over the country who want a Tulane degree (after all, we all know that Harvard is just the Tulane of the North). Though there are certainly more Southerners than fellow "Yankees" here, the diversity is phenomenal. I have friends from rural Mississippi and the nicest parts of Dallas, all with accents that I have a hard time understanding. Every time I say "wicked", which anyone who knows me knows is a staple word of my vocabulary, I get laughs, but then again, when my roommate tells a story, she says "whenever I just went to..." instead of "when I just went to". Verb conjugation is no longer necessary, and whenever anyone corrects someone's grammar, they usually say, "it's the South, baby". Store clerks and restaurant staff call me "baby girl" (as does my boyfriend?) and when I call someone "buddy", they think I'm threatening them.

Little things that my microcosm of born-and-bred Fitchburg friends took for granted (like comprehension of the word "wicked") are starting to be more appreciated.

After falling off the top bunk and almost breaking my foot, Meg and I switched beds. Here's how I've decked out my new one. Note the Newfoundland rebel flag and Red Sox pillow- I know where I came from. The green thing is actually a sarong that I've made a makeshift curtain out of so I can take naps during the day.


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