OCTOBER 21. 2009 | THE MEREDITH HERALD > Educating Women to Excel \ VOL XXVI • ISSUE VII
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Green Tip for
the Week of
October 21
Burning only dry wood
will reduce the particles
of air pollution and help
everyone to breathe
easier.
«YOU JUST HAVE TO
EXPERIENCE IT”
Aleigha Page
Staff Writer
After sitting at the Meredith Col
lege bus stop for thirty minutes, I fi
nally entered the State Fair for the
Hrst time in my life. I was excited,
and uhaware of what to expect.
I have been watching the bright
lights of the fair for days, waiting
for the day that I could e}^pehence
them myself.
I stepped off the bus, and the
scent of popcorn, candy, and frying
oii serenaded my senses immedi
ately. I knew this was going to be
a great evening
spent with my
friends. We
walked through
the gates and
the excitement
of the crowds
and the nip in
the air gave
me a rush of
excitement—I
knew that au
tumn was legiti
mately among
us. There was
something in the
air that took me
back to being a
little girl thrilled
to be at another
festival. And,
like most little
kids, I had a
major to do list for the evening: I
HAD to try something fried, ride
at least one ride, and see some
animals.
I knew the fair would be exciting
and crowded, but I did not know
how many people would actually
be there! The crowded walkways '
reminded me of a bustling city or
a theme park. As my friends and I
neared the rides, a jolt of childhood
bilss hit me. I was so excited, I
actually jumped a little; I was so
ready to be on a roller coaster!
The girls and I made our
rounds through the rides, picking
out what we wanted to try. The
roller coaster was at the top of
the list. We jumped into line, and
of course took plenty of pictures
posing in the line. We made faces
mocking anticipation, the typical
"facebook profile” pictures, and
pictures being goofy, all to pass
the time in a very long line. Finally,
the moment I had been waiting for
all day arrived. I stepped across
the metal platform, and sat down
into my seat. My hear t was racing
and the adrenaline was rushing!
And it kept rushing, and rushing.
We sat for about five minutes due
to "technical difficulties.” At last,
our safety restraints were low
ered, and the clankety crank of
the coaster climbing up the steep
incline began. My heart pumped
those first few seconds, and then I
was dropped down the mountain.
My friend Karen and I screamed
•livke.
our heads off as we twisted and
turned. The ricocheting was .
nerve-wracking, biitwe had a
blast. As usual, the ride came to
an end far too quickly.
The girls and I jumped off the
platform, ready to tackle the next
event of our evening: it was time
for the funhouse. This was an
other first for me. We walked,into
the entrance, and I vyas confused
on the spot. The entrance was
do?:ens‘of windows and mirrors,
and I couldn’t figure out how
to weave my way through. My
friends and I eventually giggled our
way through.
Next we walked up the stairs to
the fun mirrors where we watched
our bodies instantly change shape.
I saw myself as an extra tall and
skinny supermodel, and theri I saw
myself short and plump, like a hen.
Finally we slid down a curly slide
and my time in the funhouse came
to end.
The next phase of my fair
experience consisted of grease
and lots of it. We strolled down
the avenue of food choices. I was
overwhelmed by the number of
fried foods available to me. There
was fried dough, fried Oreos, fried
whatever you can imagine. I saw
a booth advertising veggies, and
I thought to myself, oh wow. they
offer healthy foods. Then I discov
ered that it was all fried.
Of all the food to choose from, I
ordered a cheese pizza. It was de
licious I must say.
After the pizza,
the eating of the
smorgasbord of
fried delights be
gan. My friends
Chelsea bought
the fried HoHo
and Sam bought
the fried Oreo. I
was quite disgust
ed by the idea of
these foods. But
then, I tried them.
Only-one bite of
each, and I was
quickly addicted
to the warm flavor
of fried dough and
sweet HoHo.
We made one
more stroll of the
fair: the other giris
rode the Fireball, and I took a sit
out. I can’t do the “dizzy rides.”
We took some farewell pictures
in front of the Ferris wheel and
walked away from my personal
wonderiand.
The final phase of my evening
•was to find a csndy apple and the
famous NC State ice cream. My
friend Karen and I bought candy
apples, and Chelsea and Sam
bought some local ice cream. I
tasted the peanut butter choco
late ice cream, and 1 was quite
pleased, and this positive review is
coming from an ice cream or any
chocolaty substance connoisseur.
To top it all off, the candy apple
was a lovely autumn treat,.
As we were about to leave,
1 realized that something was
missing from my fair experience:
animals. 1 went to the fair, and did
not see one animal! This was not
acceptable.
My. last mission of the night was
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