Baylor Bubble Penetration

I was recently training for the Bearathon and ran past 18^th street on Lasalle and through the neighborhoods around there. At 22^nd street I was chased by a snarling mutt. Two blocks later, two men started following me in their broken-down (but nice rimmed?) car, and kept asking me where I was going. As I began to turn up my ipod, a group of Wacoans smoking marijuana on their front porch caught my eye. All of this within a few minute span. Welcome to Waco…

And this is why the Baylor Bubble exists.

The Baylor Bubble is a zone of Baylor students isolated on one side of the highway closest to campus. The native Waco population and those that attend Baylor (NOT always, but in general) tend to be distinct and recognizably different from each other. So when does a Baylorite venture outside of their bubble? To the other side of the highway even?

Here’s some not to be missed hot-spots that Waco does have to offer…

Viteks: Gut pak. You will be on the verge of a heart attack and isolated in a food coma for a few hours after eating at this famous destination. Worth it.

Rudy’s: Drive-through BBQ that is attached to a gas station. The key to every man’s heart.

Scruffy Murphy’s: If you find yourself here at the end of the night, you most likely will not feel good the next morning and/or have ridiculous stories beginning with washed off "X"s. Beware of the long island ice teas.

Café Cappuccino: Banana nut bread pancakes. White mocha hazelnut coffee drizzled with caramel and topped with whip cream. Chic environment, usually crowded.

Czech Stop: 20 min drive down the high way, fresh home baked kolaches and every other good thing that the Czech has to offer America all packed into a bakery. A must.

Fat Ho Burger: The next big thing. Hour long waits. Lines out the door. Controversial title. “Offensive” menu that some claim is degrading to women and insulting to cultures. Check this scene out.

Baris, Se Cocina, Shorty’s: All the BYOB places worth knowing about. Home to underclassmen and pretty tasty food.

Sam’s on the Square: The purple marg (limit of 2!) keeps everyone happy and coming back. This is where you want to find yourself on Thursday nights. There’s a beer and taco room downstairs. While it appears to be a restaurant, more drinks are sold than dishes. This is usually seen as a plus.

There are quite a few hidden gems Waco’s depths. A few other honorable mentions include Spice, Buzzard Billy’s, Pink, and Schmaltz’s. Break the bubble, venture out, preferably in the daylight, and check out what Waco has beyond the Baylor community…

PICTURE perfect.



Just look at that 45!

 With a greater online presence emerging into today’s culture, comes a greater obligation to always look your best wherever a camera may be involved! And this is where the physical art of the 45 degree angle comes into play to create the perfect pose.

This pose can be used when you’re looking chic with your sorority sisters, clad in a formal dress! When you’re getting ready for that half marathon race, the bearathon,  in your running gear! The stance even works in such a way as to prop yourself up when you’ve had a little too much punch on a Saturday night! 


Even MOTHERS can do it!

Just what every gal has always wanted: the most flattering posture for every photographic occasion! Everybody's doing it...



You never know when the pose will be
needed..
middle of a Madrid night club!

So what is this camera-ready carriage that has taken over facebook profiles everywhere? It’s simple! All you have to do is put your hand on your hip! That’s it! Immediately one is transformed into an arrangement of poise and beauty.

One trick of the trade to always look like you are having fun is to hold your friends hands and jump off the ground! Action shots rock. It’s almost like you need to be anchored to the ground because you are having such a blast.

 

…and of course, you have to make sure someone always has a camera! If it’s not documented, it didn’t happen! You went on spring break where? Obvs not! Where’s the photos!?

(I have fallen to the picture pose, as seen from these pictures. I was looking at pictures before I came to college, and in not a single one of them am I making sure my hips are still attached. In one of my past sorority meetings, we had a “workshop” that was supposed to help everyone always look their personal best. What was said to keep the cameras clicking? The 45….I'm officially a "Baylor gal"...in pictures)

The Wives Club.

I walked into a party where the girls were downstairs gathered in the kitchen cooking food and the guys were upstairs drinking and watching football. The gals would take food out of the oven, set it nicely on trays, walk it upstairs for the boys to devour, and then go back downstairs for salacious gossip and to fulfill their womanly duties of feeding their men…

Welcome to Baylor, where if you don’t get a good education, you will at least get a ring by spring and MRS degree. Well, of course if you don’t find your Lacoste and Sperry clad-man, you’re not totally doomed. You could get a job or something but let’s not get too aggressive.

While I wanted to be in the boys’ crowd upstairs, I am the newcomer in the group. And so, I left my boyfriend with the fun crowd and gleamed my pearly whites in the direction of the housewives in training…for at least ten minutes or so.

“Can you imagine a world without men?  No crime and lots of happy fat women.” 

                                                                        ~Nicole Hollander

Baylor gals are a different breed, and many (oh, don't get offended, not ALL!) have their vision set on marriage and being the trophy wife. Is it another southern culture phenomenon that I haven’t grasped yet? A Baptist thing? A Baylor thing?

Men will never have to be faced with how to balance birthing children and a career; this is something most women have to make choices and sacrifices about. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. 

Am I bashing the elementary ed and home-ec majors? Heck no. I'm a communications major, let's be real. But Baylor women are notorious for getting hitched, or at least being on the prowl.

Anyways, I have not applied for membership in the wives club, and after my ten minutes, I went upstairs, had a brew, and pretended like I knew what football is all about.