Celebration of sorts

One of my absolute favorite Meredith traditions is the annual performance of The Vagina Monologues. This is when I'm always constantly surprised by the talent that pops on over to the theatre department. All sorts of women audition, older women, women who aren't involved in theatre but are biology, psychology, English, Spanish, and the like, most of whom leave us with our jaws dropping. This year was no different. The talent ranged far and wide, but the actual performances meant so much more to me than they have the last two years.

As a freshman, I loved being a part of the VM's. I didn't know as many people, but it was fun. Then there was sophomore year when I got a meatier monologue ("Because He Liked to Look at It"), one that allowed me to be funny but thoughtful; this was also the year that I knew a lot more people and had so much fun playing backstage with Spencer. This year I got the monologue I had been coveting since my first year (...think moaning. A lot of it.), but it made me feel a little nostalgic. I had to watch some of my senior ladies do their last performances. And then I had to think about the fact that I only get one more chance to do this beautiful work with my Meredith College family and that soon after I'll be leaving. It's a bit of a daunting milestone, this empowering piece marking the end of my college career, and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I will say however, that during this process, under our fearless director Sara and all-over-the-place-hands-down-hilarious assistant director Lauren, the only thing that I could feel coming out of them was love and a sense of purpose. They knew that this was a show that was not to be taken lightly because it speaks volumes to the female gender. And along this journey, we were met with tons of laughs:


This show is a necessity for us to do each year. It teaches us to be proud of the fact that we're women. But more importantly, it teaches us to celebrate. So celebrate we did.