In many cultures, a casual hello is expected during sidewalk run-ins, a wave across the bar to a classmate is the norm, and even a smile to a current fling wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. But at Georgetown we suppress the wave, the hello, the smile. We walk with heads held high and cell phones held higher, not because we really have so many people to text or call, but because the cell phone is a barricade behind which we feign ignorance to passing glances and mumbled hellos.
By Kate Imel March 17, 2010
On January 3, while many of you were still celebrating the new decade with themed parties or family vacations, I was preparing myself for a routine tonsillectomy. Aside from getting my wisdom teeth out, this was my first surgery, so I was not quite sure what to expect—other than a really sore throat and lots of ice cream.
By Kate Imel February 4, 2010
Last April I was faced with a difficult decision—to be, or not to be, a Dallas debutante. As the youngest of four, the only daughter, and a member of an... Read more
By Kate Imel October 22, 2009
There are some days, like when the planes hit the World Trade Center or when President Kennedy was assassinated, that people will always remember exactly where they were. September 17,... Read more
By Kate Imel September 24, 2009
“You’re the look-out. So you can’t fall asleep, otherwise we will fail our mission,” Stuart said. “If you complete your mission, you will be promoted to a lieutenant sneak. You... Read more
By Kate Imel September 3, 2009