Taylor

Like many who came to Iowa despite the whispers of John Deere fanatics and more corn than you’d know what to do with, I worried those people were right.  Now I’ve never been a city girl but I am definitely not a country girl.  In fact, when you say country, I imagine a large white house, equipped with pillars, a wrap around porch, and a ton of green grass. (Think Parent Trap). There may even be a butler who brings lemonade. I do NOT think of corn, the smell of manure, dirt, dirt, gravel roads, corn, dirt and cattle.

But that’s what I discovered when I ventured to one of my floor mates hometowns.  After the shedding of tears, an hour of complaining and a few obscenities, I found myself up to my hips at the top of a pile of corn. And I am not exaggerating in the least.  I actually climbed a pile of corn. Man, my mother would be proud.

So if you were concerned you were/would be attending school in the middle of nowhere, stop now.  Because I’ve been to the middle of nowhere and it’s definitely not Iowa City.

It’s Albert City. The only thing that saved the weekend was knowing someone there, which meant knowing her friends. One of whom plays football so I didn’t have to go without a good game.  I was happy to cheer on the Rebels for a couple hours.

So despite the shock and having to sleep in a room with dead animals on the wall, I had a good time.  Iowa really opens up doors to network and explore. I certainly never thought I’d go to a farm but I did. And maybe I’ll be bringing them to New York in the spring so if you like to travel, that’s something to consider. The dorms are certainly the place to be! 🙂