Domestic

Living in a dorm room doesn't allow for domestic things us southern girls like to do, like cooking, gardening, and housekeeping. Unless cooking Ramen in a coffee pot counts as cooking. Sure, we improvise, like using a tea pitcher as a popcorn bowl.

We do get the opportunity to dorm-keep. Bi-weekly Health & Safety checks warrants me the right to break out the purple vacuum cleaner and Swiffer without my roommate thinking I'm a clean freak. I'm also in charge of the toilet. But I would hardly call it housekeeping!

And as for gardening, the only plants I have are pink flower pens sitting in a jar of coffee beans. Great for decoration and smell, but they aren't producing the tomatoes I had hoped for.

So you can imagine my jealousy when my senior Fashion Merchandising friend Sarah got an on-campus apartment. With a kitchen. Lucky for me, she made me dinner tonight! How very domestic of her.

The menu? Two different kinds of pasta and orange juice! It was yummy.

Now back to the reality that I am not a 27 year old married woman. Club meeting, Bible homework, and a hall meeting at midnight.

Did I mention I'm drinking fruit punch out of a plastic cup? Yay college!

All I can say is that there's a sweetness here, a Southern sweetness, that makes sweet music. . . . If I had to tell somebody who had never been to the South, who had never heard of soul music, what it was, I'd just have to tell him that it's music from the heart, from the pulse, from the innermost feeling. That's my soul; that's how I sing. And that's the South."
-Al Green