Reverb

Echo Reverb is heading in a new direction! I’m Kasey and I have the super rad cool honor of being the new editor. I’m an Art major with a love for fashion and photography. What you can expect from me is a lot of swell photos of cool events on campus (art exhibitions, punk shows, Sage shows, poetry readings, the art collabs of me and my friends, and some other super duper sweet things). 


#WWCtree Tattoo Contenst

This year the Class of 2014’s senior gift is also a contest! MaggieMae Farthing and I worked with the College Press to print some temporary #WWCtree tattoos  that can be bought for only three bucks! Once you buy and apply one of these  guys, post your photos to facebook, instagram, and twitter with the hashtag #WWCtree in order to enter the contest—yes, there’s a prize! These babies are  coming out the week before spring break in hopes that you guys will take them on
your road trips and post some crazy, exotic photos of where you’re visiting this  break. We’ll pick a winner based on overall creativity, i.e. not just based on a  pretty landscape, so no matter where you are try to find unique, weird and different ways to pose with your #WWCtree tattoo.

Not only will these  tattoos make you look fly, but the money we raise will go towards the senior gift to the WWC Fund, which supports 80% of students thorough scholarships! Warren Wilson College has given us so much during our time here, and this is a  really fun and easy way for us to give back! This is by far the coolest senior gift yet, so make sure you buy your #WWCtree tattoo at the bookstore or during lunch and participate in this easy way to give back to your school.

- Written by Matthew Grier


The Echo is Hiring!

Are you a Wilson student who loves a flexible schedule, the written word and being the first to know about activities, changes and news on campus?

Then the Echo is for you! The Echo is currently hiring for the Spring 2014 semester and beyond. We are looking for people to fill the following roles

- Copy Editors (Are you a grammar nut? Love working hours that fit your schedule? Then come be a copy editor!)

- Designers (Must have experience with InDesign software! Do you look at magazine/newspaper layouts and think about how you would do it? Then come get your creative on and design Echo issues)

- Staff Writers (Must have prior writing experience! Do you love getting to the bottom of things? Love meeting interesting people and covering awesome events? Have you secretly always wanted to be a journalist, then this is the gig for you!)

In order to apply please e-mail us at wwcecho@gmail.com

Please tell us your class standing, your major, your previous experience and why you want to be a part of The Echo Crew. If you are applying to be a staff writer then please send two sample news stories (this can include interview profiles and event coverage)

We look forward to hearing from you!


An Evening with Poets

It’s events like this that always bring out the elders, the faculty, the staff and other odd members of the community. They almost overpower and overbear the students. Even the new alumni, who drifted away for the summer and found their way back, manage to show. 

Fancy shirts and seemingly intelligent conversation overflows. 

A practically full room. Just a few white spots of chairs open. A recent graduate steps up to speak, to introduce the one I’ve known for almost three years, my advisor, G-Hawk. 

"Nothing is there without intentionality. That is what we all can learn from Gary Hawkins," says the tall, thin former student with a sharp swoop to his hair and a certain fuzz to his orange sweater. 

G-Hawk stands, his smartly dressed frame, a staple of his persona. He speaks low and distinctly as if the delivery is more important than the words. He moves through his collection of poetry with an overtly steady pace.

Night descends outside the glass windows but we all stay transfixed in the hotel lobbies, soccer fields, grand staircases and midwinter sunlight G-Hawk keeps us lost in. 

Hands clap in unison after a tidy set of G-Hawk’s poetry. A man called Olzmann introduces Ross Gay, the poet I know nothing of but I’m still supposed to be impressed by.

"His poems explore the many facets of what it means to be human," says Olzmann of the man. 

Gay is tall with black curly hair and an impressive goatee. His red t-shirt hangs off his large frame. His body moves with the words that escape his lips. Rocking side to side. Hands up. Hands down. 

Chuckles emerge throughout the room as Gay speaks about being almost naked in front of his best friends sister. 

His voice rises and falls. A perfect conductor for the highs and lows within his words. His poems praise the ordinary and mundane such as ‘ode to buttoning and unbuttoning my shirt’. 

Inbetween his poems he interjects, giving background to the words and to spout bits of comic relief. There is undeniable reality in his poems, not so loft and metaphorical that a fiction/non fiction writer like myself zones out. 

There are poems about feet, birds shitting, and ants devouring old fruit. Yet in all of these there is a comedic and harrowing insight about life. Gay digs deep into the secret desires, insecurities and visions we all have running through out minds as we go about our day to day business. 

And to me this is what Gay understands and exposes within his poetry, that there is no ordinary. Within everything we perceive to be ordinary there is almost always a trace of the extraordinary, always shades of love and pain. And these ordinary things we brush off as nothing of any consequence are actually the things that weave together to create the fabric of the human soul, with all its moments of joy, love, pain, hilarity, torture and longing. 

The last poem is about Fig Trees and when it reaches the end, loud clapping goes and goes. An appreciative crowd. 

"Thanks for coming everyone!" Heather from the library quips and just like that the night is done. 

Written By Grace Hatton During the October 15th Poetry Reading on Campus. 


Hell Week

By Grace Hatton

Ahh, the circus. A Wilson spring tradition. Every year the event showcases all the weird and wonderful talent this school has to offer the community. Yet before students, staff and faculty can settle into Bryson to enjoy a delightful evening of steppers, aerialists, dancers, acrobats and more, the performers must endure something affectionately referred to as Hell Week.

The week of a circus, performers, like myself, gather in Bryson for three days, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, to complete rehearsals before coming back together again for the performances on Friday and Saturday night.

During hell week the performers come with our acts, costumes and piles of homework we hope to do in between rehearsing the show.

The band plays in the background and an old time cabaret vibe seems to fall over Bryson. Everyone looks on in anticipation as we discover each other’s acts for the first time. Laptops, notepads and textbooks litter the edges of Bryson as we all hope to finish some work in between performing and watching the other wondrous acts.

Yet very few of us will actually finish any work. The atmosphere is far too hectic, far too colorful and to be frank, too much of a circus.

We arrive at 7 p.m. and after hours of practice around midnight we are given the okay to say goodnight. We leave behind a pacing student activities crew who endure perhaps an even crueler hell week, as they work themselves to the bone but will receive no applause on opening night.  As we leave Bryson near the midnight hour we all look a little like zombies with droopy eyes, arched backs and a thin layer of sweat clinging to our pores.

For myself after I leave rehearsals I stay up till 3 a.m. (I’m writing this at 2:49 a.m.) completing the homework that is due at 9 a.m. the next morning. For a week my life is consumed by circus.

I think about how I need to be at rehearsals, how I need to find more glitter for my costume, how I need to perfect that last step and how crazy the weekend is going to be. When my teachers tell me there is more work due this week I simply cringe. I won’t be getting any sleep.

Hell Week is a potent, all-consuming thing and by the end of Wednesday’s dress rehearsals we are all sick of the wooden interior of Bryson and the acts that seemed so wondrous on Monday now seem tired and stale (even though they are far from it).  There is no escaping the depth of absolute fatigue that seeps into your bones during Hell Week. Imagine finals week but with more physical pain thanks to the repeated run through of your act.

Yet despite this horrid week we’re all still here, waiting for Friday. The truth is, yes Hell Week is a bitch, but we’re all eager to showcase our talent and represent our school the best we can.

Circus is a celebration of students’ ingenuity and imagination. It’s an ode to how odd (how many schools have a circus?) yet utterly amazing Wilson is. There’s nothing quite like being part of a circus show and on Friday and Saturday when we pour everything we have into a three or four minute performance you’ll notice.

You’ll see our passion and endurance shine through with every stomp, kick, joke and trick. And all we ask for in return is applause on show night and a little leniency on the run up. If someone you know is in circus, they’re going through Hell Week right now and may seem a little dull, a little unresponsive and a little tired, but you can make them feel so much better by respecting the grueling nature of Hell Week. There’s no complaining here. Just one girl’s expression of the agony of Hell Week, but hey that’s a choice we all made when we signed up for the wonder that is circus and have no fear come show time the performers and stage crew of circus will give you the best show of the year. So be prepared for nothing short of magic.