#step sing

[maybeseveralthings]

Person 1: this is a shitshow Person 2: there's nothing wrong with being a shitshow, this whole year is gonna be a shitshow #bmcbanter

[always-la-belle-epoque]

The L Word, Looking Back (1x12)

[margotmooreauthor]

ZTA owning it at Samford's 2014 Step Sing competition with their performance "I Open at the Close."

Awards include: First runner up, Excellence in Choreography, Excellence in Creativity, Participants' Choice in Choreography, Participants' Choice in "Most Entertaining," and Committee Choice in "Best Moment."

[mintytyrant]

Gotta love those suspicious males.

[arielfabulous]

At Reunion Step-Sing, I heard the MOST AMAZING PARODY SONG OF ALL TIME, titled "Haverford Harry". It’s to the tune of “The Girl that I Marry” from Annie Get Your Gun. 

Here are the lyrics, THEY ARE GOLD:

The boy that I marry will have to be

A hermit, neurotic, and wear a goatee,

A Haverfordian.

He'll be arty and smarty and smell of raw gin.

His hair will be stringy and shoulder length.

He'll snow all the girls with his sheer brute strength.

He's a nudist, a Zen Buddhist,

And his social deportment's the crudest.

  His room will be cluttered with sculpture weird.

His chin will be covered with unshaved beard.

He's terrific, he's prolific.

His demands and desires quite specific.

  He seems to be haunted with some strange hex,

A complex concerning  that thing called sex.

He's sublime-o, what a wine-o,

For some young thing from Shipley, divine-o.

  So Haverford Harry, the boy that I marry must be....

Inevitably!

BUT WAIT,

THERES A SEQUEL:

  Harry's Reply

The girl that I marry will have a degree,

Not B.A., nor M.A., but Ph.D.

A Mawrter to the core!

She's enlightened but frightened: three locks guard her door.

  Her suite will be occupied by ten cats

A parakeet, goldfish, and two white rats.

Mind's precocious, hair's atrocious;

If you get in her bed, she's ferocious.

  Her books are all fingered and thinly worn.

The text in her knapsack is really Greek porn.

Education, then stagnation;

Bryn Mawr women are doomed to frustration.

  She seems to think all men have one-track minds;

While brushing her teeth she first closes the blinds.

She's a sickie, strangely picky;

Villanovans come by for a quickie.

  Yet the Mawrter I cherish

Has deans that would perish

If they knew she was married to me...

For only failures wed!

[thisdoorcanbeopened-blog]

At the beginning of step sing:

1/4 through step sing:

Throughout step sing:

That one really cool song:

That one goddamn song:

Bathroom break - a significant number of people with valid opinions:

Bathroom break - an also significant number of people with also valid opinions:

Bathroom break - an also significant number of people with also valid opinions:

It's so cold and we've been here for fucking ever:

Bread and Roses:

"Good night, good night"

"Time sends a warning call, sweet dreams descend on all"

"Time, time sends a warning call"

Finding your friends afterward:

Post-step sing food, movies, companionship, etc.:

Sleeping the sleep of the emotionally exhausted:

[keepcalmandmawrteron]

Yesterday, all my finals seemed so far away

Then I realized they start today Oh, how I long for yesterday... Suddenly I no longer have a grade of "B" Now it's looking closer to a "C" Oh, finals came so suddenly... ... Yesterday, thoughts of graduating come this May, Now it looks as though I'm here to stay, Oh, how I long for yesterday!

[keepcalmandmawrteron]

Oh mine eyes have seen the horror of the ending of the term

It has poisoned all my spirits  Like an apple with a worm It's infected all my freedom  Like an ugly cancer germ The truth shall soon be known

Failure, failure, degradation Failure and humiliation Failure, failure, academia, The truth shall soon be known

Hang in there, everybody! You can do it!