I don’t know who in their right mind put me in a leadership position. But they did.
Let me spell it out for you:
Spaz + Leadership = Crazy/humorous situations. Always.
The powers that be at Vandy decided that I should mentor first years (not freshman. That’s no longer PC. Don’t offend the young adults).
Why? I’m not sure either. But regardless, I have in my hands the fate of 18 first years. At least until Thanksgiving.
For our first session we decided to paint white shirts for a campus scavenger hunt a few days later. It’s a great icebreaker, they are all working for a common good – in this case beautifying what would have been plain white garments – and creating life long friendships in the process.
I’m so good at this.
The night before, I went to Wal-Mart and bought 20 shirts of various sizes. I felt so grown up using my p-card and flashing my tax exempt form (I am too good to pay the government).
The next day, 18 beautiful faces greeted me. They were ready to take college on and play every icebreaker I could throw at them. We settled in and started our activities.
I started to lay out shirts, but realized that the larges looked really small. I hope the large fits me, I narcissistically thought. Then I realized there is more than just me here, and that there are full grown guys that would have to fit into the shirts. Why are they so small?
I turned around and grabbed the box of smalls. Maybe they’re the wrong size? I pulled it out. The body of the shirt was as big as my face. My stomach dropped.
I turned to my partner and sheepishly called her over. She took one look at my display and exploded into laughter. I had bought all children’s sizes. My perfect plan was flawed. Now what? They wouldn’t be able to wear the shirts, which would dissolve their sense of unity, and clearly that would take away any of their ability to adjust to college life.
The spaz has a tendency towards drama when stressed.
Thank the Lord, my group has a fantastic sense of humor. They took one look at the tiny garments and jumped into action with the all-too-small shirts. They decided that they would sport them during the scavenger hunt. Boys started cutting vests and crop tops. Girls started pulling out Pinterest on their phones. (T-shirt headbands are a wonderful invention)
The session was even more fun and humorous that it would have been originally. What’s more funny than adorning a group of America’s best and brightest in youth sized t-shirts covered in sharpie and fabric paint?
My group was totally the best looking – and most unique- group of first years on campus.
This was a true example of making lemons out of lemonade.