Voices

I just said a pretty mean thing. I was looking at someone's picture when they were holding a postcard that said "I got in to James Madison University." I responded (in my mind) with, "Well, the doors are wide open, anyone can get in." Don't get me wrong. I think Mr. Madison is great. I mean, I portrayed him in the fourth grade and still know a lot about him and the amazing things he did for the political world. But...the university that is named after him has done little to live up to the academic standards and rigor that the former president would endure. For some reason I cannot respect that school the same way I respect UVA...or even VCU and Virginia Tech. And I hate Virginia Tech. Anyway, school rivalries and differences aside, I have decided to stay here another year. I love living here too much. Every time I talk with my parents it's always "well, there's not much going on here" and that's what I would return to. Nothing. Nothing. NOTHING. There is NOTHING for me in King William or West Point. I hated living there and they know it. The only thing I can say I got from living there is an awful country accent that doesn't fit with the rest of my family. I hate the way I speak and I blame my county. When you have to hide your natural voice from people because you're embarrassed of how you sound, that's bad. With the exception of my early childhood, I have hidden my natural voice.