I Love

I love my professors.

This morning I awoke to an e-mail from a professor in philosophy that contained a thrash-punk EP themed to philosopher Theodor Adorno’s text Minima Moralia.Earlier this week, Robert Nozick’s concept of entitlement theory was discussed in an ethics class. As I became more and more heated about my disdain towards Nozick’s notion of libertarianism, my professor jokingly added, “you should try to be more passionate.”

A few weeks ago my advisor in history and political science e-mailed me a slideshow coupling characters from two of my favorite television shows: Downton Abbey and Mad Men. Before class we often gush over details of the latest episode of each program.Two semesters ago, when Bayard Rustin was introduced during a lecture on civil rights in my Grassroots Politics course, the professor added an aside in my direction along the lines of, “He’s a gay, African-American socialist, you’ll love him!”It’s personal touches like these that assure me I’m in the right place. But I wasn’t always so certain of my decision to come to Warren Wilson College.

I transferred into Warren Wilson College in the fall of 2010. In the first few weeks something felt off and I began questioning whether or not I had made the right choice. I had twice attempted to transfer prior to coming here, and it seemed that once again I had failed. In my disquiet, I sent a lengthy and panicked e-mail to a former professor of mine at community college. After several e-mails back and forth I was encouraged to see the semester out and decide what to do from there.

Now in my fourth semester at Warren Wilson, I’m glad I stuck through the initial disconcertion.The eccentricities of professors are worn on their sleeves. Conversations in and out of the classroom assure me of my professors' humanity. Their passion is contagious and their accessibility abundant.

The ease with which communicate, either about comprehension of course material or personal interests, is indicative of their commitment to students. Without them, I would still be figuring out what I want to study and where.Often, discussions about Warren Wilson wither down to work and service, with academics shoved to the side. As great as my job is, and as much as I enjoy service, they just don't match up to my experience with academics.

I love my professors.

Salsa at Warren Wilson

In the mountains surrounding Warren Wilson, the sounds of bluegrass and banjos are the most common. As a new student this was very frustrating to me, as I’m an avid fan of all music apart from country and bluegrass. For a few weeks I indulged in contra dancing which is a very entertaining, very southern dance. However, even with me contra dancing every Thursday, I longed for a dance with a little more flavor.

A month or so into my first semester I was ecstatic to see a poster about salsa lessons starting at Warren Wilson. In my home in Orlando, Fla., I was a keen student of salsa and other Latin dances. Ever since I first saw that posted, Monday nights have been dedicated to salsa. Two Warren Wilson graduates run the salsa lessons and everyone has a great time.

Recently the salsa enthusiasts like myself were invited to perform at the Multicultural Dinner, the international students were hosting. For a week our little salsa community put together a routine complete with spins, dips and turns. Every day we worked on our routine to perfect our moves. We were all extremely happy when our last day of practice came. We were ready to show the entire Warren Wilson community our love of salsa. Unfortunately, our salsa performance at the multicultural dinner was canceled at the last minute because of a change of location, but our love of salsa has not diminished.

Warren Wilson is a unique community with many unique clubs such as step team, fire twirlers, belly dancing and more. Salsa is a nice addition to our unique community and our diverse tastes. Don’t be fooled by the bluegrass and country music; I promise you there is diverse and exciting culture here at Warren Wilson full of all different kinds of music and dance.

Grace Hatton ’14

A Night of Lounges

Currently I am working on two research papers simultaneously. My paper for Grassroots Politics of the 20th Century is based on the primary source of an interview with Harvey Gantt. Gantt was the first African American mayor of Charlotte, NC and I am focusing on his activism within the greater Civil Rights Movement. My second paper is more or less comparing the penal systems in the U.S. and Sweden. My thesis reflects how well each system prepares prisoners to reenter society and rehabilitates them once they have served their time. I have been spending every night working on both these papers in between my regular homework.

When I am not working on homework I am at the theatre working on props for the upcoming production of The Cherry Orchard. I am in charge of finding, making, buying, etc all the props for the productions. Tech week starts Saturday and opening night is April 21st. So I am putting in extra hours at the theater to make sure all of my props are ready to go.

However, last night I took a night off from long hours in the library and theatre to celebrate a friend’s birthday. A group of seven of us put on our ‘night on the town’ clothes and headed to Asheville. Our first stop was the Champagne Lounge. This is a bookstore and champagne bar. There are bookcases upon bookcases in this two story lounge all for perusing, and purchasing if you found you need to finish the book at home. It has the perfect lighting and the warm colors of dark wood tables and bookcases, and comfy couches and chairs that you melt into. We found a cluster of couches and chairs in one cozy nook. Considering it was Lindsay’s birthday they gave us a complimentary bottle of pink sparkling wine. Being under 21 myself, I enjoyed an amazing glass of raspberry Italian Soda. I would go back just to have another glass of that delightful drink. After an hour or so of laughing and snacking on chocolates we left for our next stop.

We then walked over to the French Broad Chocolate Lounge. Here we all ordered warm sipping chocolates, liquid truffles, mint brownies, and cheesecakes.

Break Trip!

I’ve been lucky enough to participate in a Break Trip every year I’ve attended Warren Wilson—first to Pine Ridge Reservation to look at hunger issues and cultural preservation my first year, then a local trip in Asheville working with arts organizations when I was a sophomore.

This year, I applied to travel to Detroit to work with organizations that grow food in the city’s urban and economic context. It seems that a lot of non-Detroiters see the city as a sort of lost cause—that Detroit is somehow so abandoned or crime-ridden or jobless that it’s a throwaway place. Our group’s experience, though, was one of vibrant, thriving community—not a blank slate city, not a forsaken urban skeleton.

Working with several organizations through the course of the week began to illuminate the network of individuals and organizations partnering to strengthen the proud and growing city. Greening Detroit is reforesting a city that used to be famous for its trees. Emily at Hostel Detroit, where we stayed, is working to open a space for visitors and volunteers. The Jeanne Wiley House continues to establish intentional community in a neighborhood with a historic Catholic Worker presence. Earthworks distributes seedlings and seeds to community and family gardeners. Catherine Ferguson Academy, a public high school for pregnant and parenting teenagers, teaches science through experiential learning on a farm connected to the school that sells its own produce.

Throughout the week, we had a lot of discussions about what it means for us to work in a community that is not our own. What does our vision of community development count for in spaces where it isn’t our place to lead, but to listen? How do questions of class and race and education play out? Is gentrification ever altered by good intention, or does it always yield the same negative result? None of the questions have simple answers—addressing power and privilege requires constant vigilance—but we did come up with some steps when thinking about equity. Listening and humility were two qualities essential to being in community in an appropriate way. Conscious and responsible tourism was another answer for us as visitors to another city.

At the end of the week, we visited the Detroit Institute of Art. It’s a lovely, large museum, and its prime claim to fame is a room of fresco murals painted by Diego Rivera in 1932 and 1933. The museum was a grounding way to end the week, to be surrounded by larger-than-life depictions of the automobile industry. The museum pulled it together for me. The marbled, echoing, colorful room that holds the murals is a space that invites reflection.

I realized there that the biggest significance the trip held for me was the way it made me reconsider my own place in community development. I was born and lived in Milwaukee, Wisconsin until coming to Warren Wilson three years ago. The fact that Detroit had that uniquely urban Midwestern quality of a presence both unassuming and grand reminded me of own my home city, a place with which my relationship is ambivalent but loyal. The Break Trip was an opportunity for many of us to reach that reflection, a chance to go to another locale to consider our own.

I'm a Little Surprised

I didn’t intend to want to be a fundraiser. I transferred to Warren Wilson to become a writer. I knew I would almost definitely need a day job to support that passion (let’s just say the novel hasn’t been sold, by dint of it not yet existing), but fundraising was one of the furthest things from my mind.

So, in retrospect, I’m a little surprised to say that not only did I attend the Association of Fundraising Professionals (AFP) Western North Carolina chapter’s monthly luncheon for March, but that I was excited to do so and am excited at the possibility of getting to go again next month.

See, my parents own and operate a consulting firm for nonprofits organizations back home in Rhode Island. Basically, they get paid to offer various nonprofits constructive criticism about how they might improve. There’s more to it than that, obviously, but that’s what it boils down to.

For a long time, I avoided learning as much as I possibly could about the “family business.” My parents work long hours from their home office, and the topic of work frequently invaded our dinner table conversations, alienating us children. The last thing I imagined doing with my life was what my parents do. I suspect most children experience this desire, at some point in their lives. I imagine some of them even manage to avoid following in their parents’ footsteps.

Then I came to Warren Wilson College and started working in the Advancement Office, which handles fundraising and relations for the college. Advancement is the college version of my parents’ area of expertise. My crew supervisor assures me he had no idea that was the case when I was selected for the crew. He’s an honest man, so I believe him (mostly).

Of course, once in Advancement, all that jargon like “development,” “donor appeals,” “grant writing,” and “strategic planning” that had bandied around our home came rushing back. And I realized that not only did I remember hearing the words, but that I remembered what they meant and how to put them to use. And, to my initial quiet horror, that I liked it. I’ve since come to accept that which I cannot change about myself. I guess I was just raised this way. It might even be in my blood.

In fact, when Miranda Hipple, our Annual Fund Director, suggested that I attend the AFP luncheon a while back, I started thinking about how to make the time. And the past Wednesday during spring break, while working full-time for Advancement, I pulled on a pair of khakis, some nice shoes, and a dress shirt my parents gave me for Christmas, and rubbed elbows with Western North Carolina’s fundraising community. I was nervous and shy, although I realize now that I shouldn’t have been. These are fundraisers, after all, they don’t bite; it wouldn’t get them anywhere. There was a guest speaker: an events consultant who certainly gave me a crash course in planning a successful event, and had some tips and tricks for managing even little things to maximize success (such as what day to mail invitations so guests would receive them on a day when they had time to process the request).

I’m about to graduate, and if my life takes me where I’m hoping it will, I’ll become an AFP member and attend a lot more of these luncheons, especially those in Western North Carolina. I’m always delighted to find that Warren Wilson doesn’t just teach me new things, but teaches me to revisit my past and use it to make what I want of my future.

Alex

Yesterday

7:00am- Woke up and got ready for my day.
7:45am- Headed to Gladfelter and get a bowl of cereal and grapefruit to go.
8:00am- Bring my breakfast to the Admission Office and snack on it while I read and respond to all the Admission Office emails. Yep that is me you are talking to.
9:30am- Walked up to Kittredge Theatre with my fellow crew members to give a tour to 30 high schoolers from a nearby school. We break the students up into smaller groups and head out around campus.
11:00am- I walked up to Jensen to my 11:00 a.m. class- Constitutional Law. We digested the Supreme Court case Barren vs. Baltimore. Apparently, citizens are not protected by the Bill of Rights against States. Who knew?
12:20am- Went to CowPie Café for lunch. Ate a yummy green salad, focaccia bread, and bean salad. I was in need of an afternoon pick-me-up and got a cup of coffee to go. Sadly when I was pouring in my half-n-half it came out too fast on accident so I ended up having coffee with my cream.
1:00pm- I went to Statistics class to realize that if “you do not use, it you lose it.” Wow is my math rusty. But I made it though class in one piece.
2:30pm- Walked over to the Theatre again, but this time as the Property Mistress for the production of Women Beware Women. I spent the next two hours washing the goblets I bought, designing an alter tapestry, among other things I need to finish.
4:30pm- I went to the Theatre Crew meeting. I am not on the crew and this was my first time going to one of these meetings. It was fun. I spend so much time at the theatre that I guess it was not that out of line that I went.
5:30pm- I went back to CowPie for dinner. Indian night.
6:30-10:30pm- Lived in the Library doing homework.
10:30pm- Got ready for bed while trying to finish up the original Pink Panther movie. I was so tired that I did not last long. This movie is turning into a 4 part movie considering I keep starting an stopping it.
11ish- Switched over to reading Rich Dad, Poor Dad a personal finance book about what makes the rich rich and the poor poor. My chapter was about the difference between assets and liabilities.
11:30ish- Turned out the light.

PS- The picture I chose has nothing to do with my day but it makes me so happy that I thought it needs to be shown. This is me (left) and my sister at the stage door of Memphis: A New Musical in NYC. We are standing with the female lead Montego Glover! I made a point to go into the city over winter break just to see what is now my favorite musical!

Hockadoo!

Andrea

Reflections

I remember the day my parents dropped me off at Warren Wilson back in August. I remember thinking, how I am I going to do this? Yet as I come to the end of my first semester here at WWC I have come to realize now only can I do the triad system of education, I can excel at it. Granted, it’s not an easy task. However I’ve discovered the key to excelling at Warren Wilson: balance. That word will save your skin at the school.

Unlike other schools, we have to learn, work and serve in order to graduate. That triad of education alone puts more stress on your time than most regular college students. After the triad there are extra activates to factor in. For example, I am on Step Team and we practice twice a week and then perform at the basketball games. I also work Phonathon on certain nights. I have to factor in that time. On top of all extra activities there is of course social life. So as you can see, time gets taken up very quickly at WWC. Therefore, balance is key to my wellness.

I suppose that’s the biggest thing the triad has taught me so far – how to maintain balance and wellness. Thanks to the triad I know I can balance work, service and academics without too much trouble. If I can handle the triad I know I can handle the real world just as well. As I continue to grow here at Wilson my view of the triad will surely change, but for now it has been a truly unique experience. Although it’s finals week now and I am a tad stressed, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that this first semester at Wilson has been amazing and I am looking forward to doing it all again in January.

Grace

Cloud Nine

On My Own Cloud Nine

This year I decided to try something new. I saw the audition signs for the upcoming theatre production of Cloud Nine around campus. I love watching theatrical productions, especially musicals. I knew that I did not want to be an actor but thought it would be fun to be somehow involved in one my greatest interests. I spent a week contemplating whether I should go and ask if they needed any help back stage. On Monday morning, I woke up with my mind set- I would walk straight to the theatre and ask. But then when afternoon hit I got cold feet. I would not know anyone; I would be the outsider trying to weasel my way into what appeared to be a close-knit group.

Monday came and went, then Tuesday was gone. I played tug-of-war with myself on whether I should go with my gut instinct. All my friends were telling me just to do it, but I was nervous. Finally, on Wednesday I marched to the theatre and signed up for back stage help, not knowing exactly what that meant.

Two weeks had gone by with no word from the Theatre, I just assumed that they had found someone else. Then I received an email from the two stage managers asking if I would be interested in being the Property Mistress. I was extremely excited but nervous at my new title.

I was more or less handed a script and list of all the props needed in order to successfully run the show. I started out by just going to the prop shop and doing what I could and then leaving. I was not really socializing with anyone. However, over time I started to spend more time with Bev and Tori in the Costume Shop asking questions. Eventually I just started doing all my projects in there with them, with my new friends.

I have made so many new friends by leaving my comfort zone of familiar friends and people. Spending so much time at the Theatre and with all the amazing people there has been the time of my life. The experience I have had by trying something new on campus has shown me that I wish I had started with the theatre sooner! Everyone has been so welcoming at the Theatre considering this is my first time. I also cannot forget to thank my amazing Office of Admission for being so understanding with sharing my time between work and props.

I write this the morning after our last performance night. I have on a production t-shirt that all of the cast and crew are wearing today. Last night went amazing. Being backstage and being a part of the theatre I have never seen before brings a smile to my face. All the organized chaos backstage during performances was so much fun to be apart of.

It is now over and I am slowly coming down off ‘my’ cloud nine. But not for long- signups for the next performance are this week!

Inger

Will I Get In?

I'm often (well, at least a couple times a year) asked, "Will I get into Warren Wilson College?" And I usually reply, "Why do you want in?" I'm not trying to be glib, but the reality is that your motive for wanting to attend Warren Wilson is important to those of us in the Admission Office who make decisions about who we admit. Of course we look at grades, test scores, and high school course selection, and we read each and every essay and letter of recommendation. But your motive is what sometimes makes the difference. You need to know -- Why Warren Wilson.
The fact that you are reading this probably bodes well for you. The fact that you have explored the web site this deeply illustrates how hungry you probably are for information.

As we state in our viewbook, "Warren Wilson is not for everyone." Some other small colleges seem to preach to college-bound students as if you are all alike. Well, I've meet very few "alike" students at Warren Wilson. This college is so unique that we scare some students away the minute they read a piece of our literature, and that's okay. The idea of working hard in a campus job, performing service for the community, and balancing a full load of challenging academics along with work and service might not seem like the sort of college experience many of your classmates are looking for. But that's the point - - we're not for everyone. The selection process starts with your interest in finding the right match, and if you have read our material, you are well on your way to being able to tell us if you are a match -- and why you want in.

So, in answer to your question, will I… "get in?" If you are a solid academic student and been engaged in your academic endeavors, if you are someone who cares about making a difference in the world (not just through words but through actions), if you are environmentally aware, and if to you, service means what you can offer others (and in return learn from those you serve) and not how fast you can get fries to go with a customer's coke. And if you can work really hard and work really well with others. Yes, you'll have a really really good chance of "getting in."

Richard for the Admission Staff
(Guest Blogger)

Expo

Warren Wilson is a unique school and when I started my search for the perfect college that was one of the reasons I was drawn to WWC. I was drawn to the triad, the campus and the one of a kind student body. As an immigrant from the United Kingdom, a published author and entrepreneur, I suppose I qualify as unique.
This school is full to the brim of unique students and that’s why I am in love with this place. Alas my commitments to my work took me away from the beautiful Warren Wilson campus last week. I flew from the tiny airport that is Asheville Regional Airport to the one of the largest airports in the country, Orlando. From Orlando I drove down to Miami to attend the Performance Marketing Expo.

I had been booked as a speaker for this event since February. I was speaking on social media (facebook, twitter etc) and how companies can use social media to grow their business. At the conference there were representatives from such companies as Google, 123 print, Finish Line and more. The conference was held at a beautiful Hotel called the Eden Roc right on South Beach.

I have spoken at various conferences before since I have been speaking professionally for almost a year now. Apart from speaking at Girl Scout events every time I have spoken the audience is older and more experienced than me. The Performance Marketing Expo was no different. The closest attendee to me in age was 23. However I have learned that everything in business is about attitude. Regardless of how young or inexperienced you are if you carry yourself like you know what you’re talking about, people assume you do.

On the day of my presentation I donned my business suit, did a walkthrough with the AV tech for the room I was presenting in and listened to other speakers as I waited for my presentation in the afternoon. During the day as I networked many people asked me about my business and why I was at the conference. When I told them I was one of the speakers the shocked looks were plentiful.

Finally my time to speak arrived and as always the butterfly’s were playing havoc in my stomach. I listened as I was introduced to the audience. They clapped out of habit and I took the stage. The first moment before I start talking is always the most daunting. I look out into the crowd and see the audience with their arms crossed waiting to be impressed. In that moment the audience is judging me and in a way I am judging the audience. It’s at that moment when I can allow my nerves to take over or remind myself that out of thousands of potential speakers, they picked me. I was chosen to be there and thus I had a responsibility to do my very best.
As I have done with every professional speaking engagement I take a deep breath, glance at my notes and begin my presentation. I suppose speaking is like riding a bike the first time is always the hardest and the first moments are always the shakiest. Once I get past those first few moments I begin to speak my material with confidence because I know its content inside out. After the first moments I run through my presentation without a hitch. A couple of times I forget my place but the audience never picks up on my momentary confusion. At the end of the presentation I thank the audience and as they applause, they thank me.

I am now back on the WWC campus and I have to admit it feels like two different worlds. The world of my business and the world of college are as different as can be. However both are a part of me and what makes me unique. I am only one of the students here at Warren Wilson and as this series continues you will see just how truly special our student body is.

Grace