Montevallo Memories

This past weekend (well, no, the weekend before that) I went with a group of friends to Montevallo, my future college. We got to participate in College Night and see the incredible tradition and beauty of the school, in short, it was an amazing experience.

I remember first hearing about Montevallo from Eric Browne my sophomore year. He told us about he and his friend doing the 'Poof' symbol at the Montevallo sign and after that I was bombarded the next three years with stories from him. His Alma Mater meant everything. I never considered it even a possibility for my college (even though it made the most perfect sense, it's a liberal arts college and my planned major is English/Creative Writing) until last year amid all the Mike/Mom drama. Ironically enough it was the college that offered me the second largest scholarship. Oh, how I wish I could go back to the night in my room where I looked at all my scholarships and turned them down. Sometimes I think if I would've just changed that one moment then things would've been fine. But let's no go into my regrets. Basically, somehow Montevallo became my premiere choice for a college when I came back to Alabama. To be honest I chose it because of my friends, and I'm sure that's a stupid reason to most people but I want to surround myself by people who I'm sure at least half like me and whom I all love. I see nothing wrong with it. And besides, I somehow realized that the only reason I ever wanted to go to Troy was for that label of  "The Sound of the South" marching band and the grandiose idea I had about it. Okay, let's not lie, Troy Marching Band is grand but when it's longed up with a line of comparable reasons, it's not grand enough, at least not for me.

But back to Montevallo, College Night is 97 year old tradition with the entire school split in half of purple and golds and compete with each other in a friendly yet extremely competitive attitude. I , of course, plan on being a purple, I'm sure, along with the small army that Eric Browne has encouraged to go there. (And also if we weren't purples then he would like be-head us or something). The part that we got to watch was the big part, the musicals written, composed, and performed by students. It was incredible and thrilling, definitely nothing I've seen before. And it's just that whole weekend, the whole sense of unity and family I felt there (with purple and gold) was overwhelming. I knew Montevallo was the only place for me. This would be home for at least the next four years of my life (now if I could have seen that in Nov. 2010, dammit!).

Not to mention that the weekend was amply provided with great friends, silly dancing, and lots of picture takings (all of which I recorded in the above video). There was also the usual teenage drama and confrontation couple with an awesome college party where I danced the night away. Oh, how you know I'm a fan of dancing the night away. PV parties overcome teenage immaturity any day.

Fin
-Keshia

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