A Day in the life of Evan Underwood

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I've awoken in the woods. Again. When this first started happening five years ago, I was afraid I was some kind of werewolf. Then I realized that in actuality, my body loves being outside, even when sleeping. Since then, several nights a week my body tip toes off into the woods by itself, in direct contrast to my waking wishes. I've woken up in my back yard now more times than I can count. When back at Willard, my sleeping body takes me up the hill under the big tree by the Summit. Once, I somehow situated myself in with a herd of deer. They took me in as one of their own.

School's been in session for a few weeks now, and I've been adjusting to my new schedule. This summer, I was used to waking up around 5 a.m. to drink coffee and reflect on nature. The school year changes things however, and now I am able to sleep a little longer; I get up at 6 a.m. to do my usual bird watching and recording.

Instead of all 8 a.m. classes this year, none of my classes start till 11 or later, so after I get up at 6, I really don't know what to do with myself. I get some work done, go lay in my bed some, read, go off and be mysterious for a bit, then finally go to class.

I have class from 11- 7 everyday.

After class, I go home, lay in bed and crack open a nice cold coke. I sip on my sweet beverage in a pink SouthernTide Koozie (http://www.southerntide.com/products/Koozies.html) and listen to some of John Carr's music. I go out on the porch, whistling softly to myself an earthy tune, and indulge in good conversation with my house mates.

Then the fun starts. I whip out my brand-new, Diamond Dead-Eye Compound Bow. I've set up a make shift range behind the apartments, with my target a few feet in front of the fence separating us from SigEp. You may be thinking, "But Evan, what if you miss and one of the arrows flies and hurts someone in SigEp's boisterous backyard?" Well my answer is in two parts my friend, firstly I never miss. Secondly, when I have shot over the target, on purpose, and then lost my arrow, on purpose, in the backyard of SigEp; I have never heard any complaints from them, nor hurt anyone. Plus, since Sam won't let me shoot towards his car anymore, where am I supposed to practice?

I disappear for a few hours now, and it is midnight. I make my way into the house, unbeknownst, and slip under my covers. I set my alarm for 6 a.m. and dream of finches and other native birds of the Appalachia. Beautiful.

A Day in the life of Sam Bowman

Ahhhh. Coffee. Some say it's tough to warm my heart. But that is because they've never been around me at 7:15 a.m. M-F. A nice warm cup to get me nice and ready for the commute to Roanoke. This Summer I've been working for a research lab. Studying the Blackfan Virus. Highly Dangerous. Just like me. I leave the house and go to campus to get on the commuter bus that drives out to Roanoke daily. Saves me gas, and I get to watch an episode of Dexter. I finish up Season 3, just as the bus pulls into my stop. I walk into the building, put on my lab coat, and quickly get to work. Measuring, diluting, spinning, weighing, experimenting. You name it, and I probably do it around this place. Some call me a scientist. I call me a magician. I can do things with beakers you can't even imagine.

I get home from work around four and go read The Hunger Games on the front porch of the Willard Home. I enjoy these books immensely. What is in District 13?

After an hour of that it's time to fire up the grill. I take out some fresh meat, still bloody from where I shot and killed it, and cook it. Then I eat it. Without a fork. Cause I'm a man.

After dinner I hang with Norty and Kyle a bit. Joe's studying or lifting weights, and who knows where Jason is. But I content myself with lively conversation with my two buds. Kyle is from Texas. He works with grass. Norton is an engineer. He works with plastics. They're his specialty.

I get on the phone for a bit with Eliza. She talks to me, saying that she's pissed James hasn't written a blog about me, as I am easily the most entertaining and easiest person in the house to write about. I calm her down from her fury and tell her that I am probably the hardest to write about, A. Because I have no really weird qualities besides not showering for James to parody, and B. because although James would love to just fill the entire day of my life with pun references, he's not very good with them. I guess he's just not very punny.

I lay down in my basement/lair bed and curl up under an old, soft quilt I stole from one of my roommmates. I ponder things aloud for a bit with Joe, our nightly pillow talk. Then as my eyelids begin to close, I think of one more pun to say. I try to open my mouth to say it, but dreams of science and manliness whisk it away....

Year Two

Well my friends it is almost that time again. The smell of Fall is in the air. In come the freshmen with their crates and their multiple microwaves, their cheap area rugs and crafty picture frames, all in an attempt to make their 7 by 8 ft dorm room seem a tad bit more like home. Unfortunately, it never really loses that "prison-esque" feel that schools go for. Unless you live in PY, in which your walk in closet is as big as some other freshman's entire room.

Anyhow, I would like to list the top ten things The House is excited for this year, as chosen by me. 10 being least excited, and 1 being most excited.

10. For more quotes to be written on the walls of our home. I think every member of the house enjoys dabbling in this from time to time. From small smileys to slanted quotes, to entire-wall-covering quotes by nuns.

9. Watching Jackson get in physical confrontations with other Willard members. He isn't the most physically imposing man ever, but he is lithe and quick like a cat. His preferred fighting options are; 1.running quickly and throwing random objects behind him. 2. The Turtle: curling up, keeping his head down, and waiting for the moment to be over.

8. Virginia Tech Football games. They're fun, exciting, and filled with friends. Also, there's a small chance we might get to play Miami University's intramural championship flag football team the way things are looking right now. And that'll be fun.

7. The Willard Fish Fry. Evan and Norty cook up a ton of delicious fresh caught fish on reading day second semester. Yummy.

6. Being upperclassmen. No longer are we freshmen (thankfully). Or even sophomores (again, thankfully). Instead we are in the 50% of Tech that laughs nervously every time someone brings up that soon we will be going over the top into the real world.

5. Mice-killing. I know this one sounds strange, being in front of the fish fry, football, and not being freshmen. But it turns into a rambunctious sport in Willard, with casualties on both ends. (15 mice dead, Jeremy with a bit finger)

4. The huge amounts of cookouts to start the year. Every organization seems to think "why not be ultra-uncreative and have a cookout just like every other on campus organization? and it'll be free!" So, we here at the house get to enjoy the fruits of this and eat for free as much as possible.

3.John's graduation party/turning 21. Tears will be shed. But it will be enjoyable and a celebration of his life at Tech. Also, we get to be fully adults this year. Unless you count renting cars, and you have to be 25 to do that.

2. Hallowillard. Frocketed shirts going on sale soon. Come get you some. Its gonna be huge. (the event, not the shirt)

1. Being together. One, big, all-male family.