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. \u00a0Now I’ve never been a city girl but I am definitely not a country girl. \u00a0In 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).\u00a0There 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.<\/p>\n
But that’s what I discovered when I ventured to one of my floor mates hometowns. \u00a0After 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. \u00a0I actually climbed a pile of corn. Man, my mother would be proud.<\/p>\n
So if you were concerned you were\/would be attending school in the middle of nowhere, stop now. \u00a0Because I’ve been to the middle of nowhere and it’s definitely not Iowa City.<\/p>\n
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. \u00a0I was happy to cheer on the Rebels for a couple hours.<\/p>\n\n\t\t