Storrys About Robyn

I stood hazy outside the bus in Seattle, trying to find my land-legs after 34 hours on Greyhound nonstop, and out of the corner of my eye i stopped Robyn and Tessa. And Robyn had shorter hair, we laughed and ran around and screamed, all three of us through downtown Seattle.

I dreamed a few weeks later that she had shaved her head, and when i saw her again sure enough it was true.

and that time she smiled and me and laughed and said "Dawn, i love you, and i always know your home cuz i can smell your shoes by the door"... :) -Dawn

Okay, this has been here for ages waiting for someone to post sommat about Robynha. She's been bugging me to do one for days, because she knows I've got 'em, too... so it goes like this:

We're on IRC and Robyn says "Wanna write summit fun on my storry page? Puh-leeeeze?" (she was begging here)... I told her I'd try, but that I can't seem to make a story out of the memories, because there's so many good ones, and they fly by really fast. She complained "But nobody writes me storrys. It makes me feel unloved."... I said "I think you're probably overloading everyone's brains, since there's only one Robyn-story, and it's sooooo big and fun and has so many all equal details that are all so fun and happy and schtuff, and it goes on forever and ever and ever..." Then I realized that was a storry, so I posted it. She grinned.

Robyn taught me a song about Henry the Eighth! She was singing it last year and I was like "What's that song?" and so she sang it again and I was like "Teach it to me!" and she did! And then we sang it forty thousand billion times!

I'm sure I have a better Robyn story than this somewhere, cause she's such a cool person... well, it'll surface eventually I'm sure. -marina

Robyn.... goodness, where to start! I remember building towers for marbles to roll down one of hte first days i was in Corvallis with Shippy. Great wonderful towers that made great noises when they came crashing down.

 That and haveing this kick ass conversation about why we carry what we do
in our pockets. -Dawn

That great rant in room A... "Pooh wouldn't even think of a mission statement! And if he did, it wouldn't be that mission statement!" etc. That's still my favorite Robyn story. - Naela

I remember bonding with her in room A over the '80's childrens TV shows we watched when we were little. (As I recall, she remembered Zoobalee Zoo, which is a rare thing indeed.) I waxed eloquent about my collection of my-little-ponies which I had thoughtlessly donated to a younger relation, & she said she'd send me some. And she did! About a week after camp I found a box on my doorstep with ponies inside.

I also remember watching My Little Ponies: the Movie with her in Corvallis and throwing rubber-tipped darts at the screen when particularly obnoxious ponies came on it.

   ~Rosie

Why did she have her viola out that morning? I can't remember. But she got out her book of unaccumpanied Bach suites. It's all marked up. Really loved. Reminds me of mine a lot (how can music the physical manifestation of music become so dear?). She played, and we talked about Bach, and than I'd try and play some on her viola, and give up, and we'd talk more . . the technical side of Bach, the spiritual, the way it makes us feel, think, look into ourselves. We were music geeking, and filtering it with emotional introspection. Incredible, amazing stuff. Worth all the practicing I've ever done.

Tessa

The first morning of session 2 '99 we were in advisee groups and I didn't know anybody in the group and I was feeling really shy, and we were supposed to partner up and interview our partners and then introduce them. I stood there being shy and Robyn came up to me and picked me for her partner and gave me 2 little plastic monkeys to hang on my glasses and told me about her horsies and a bunch of other stuff. -Kathleen

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, robyn and her brave and dauntless cohort Zordak (that's me!) with a ragtag posse of other folkses (Ari, Queen sagatar the Fuzz, Zach, Stu and Becca) went to a magical land of horses, cotton candy, lights and dizzyness. We met many funny litlle men with big grins, who we traded little orange tickets for enterances to magical spinning rooms and high velocity platforms. Us heroes traveled to many previously unknown hights, and giddily laughed with the night time air,as we careened through space with the beautiful lights and delighted screams. The end.

One day in November, Robyn introduced me to a board game called Quarto. It's a two-player game in which you try to put four pieces that have something in common on the board. The pieces are light and dark, square and round, tall and short, and half of them have holes carved into the top. They can be connected straightly, diagonally, or if you're feeling really adventurous, in a square formation. The kicker is that you give the other player the pieces that s/he then has to place somewhere on the board. Of course she usually won, but that's not the point. The point is that we earned our infamous nicknames for each other by playing that game. Tee hee... Love you, Brat. -Jerk

I know I've already posted on here, but tht doesn't mean that I've exausted my store of Robyn storrys, or gotten anywhere near it! I remember ther first time I did AllSoRad at camp. It was still being done in the big circle with one person in the middle thaan. I was about half way around the cercle from where we started, so I know approximatly what to expect, but still at the end of my turn I was so overwhelmed with all the caring people had about me that I felt like I was going to fall over . . . I literally couldn't get it together to stand up and find my old spot in the circle again. And than Robyn held out her arms to me, and coaxed me over until I was half in her lap soooo cozy. That's still one of my all-time favorite places to be. -Tessa