ASL students take to Washington, D.C.

4 a.m.? I had only heard of that in stories. Nevertheless, I persevered and dragged my luggage into the car with closed eyes. Stumbling into the Amarillo airport at 4:30 a.m., I was met by a crowd of my friends who were all way too happy and excited at this time of day. Some of them had never flown or traveled out of Texas before, which ensured this would be one wild ride. We arrived to Dallas a...

After a long and fast-paced first day in Washington D.C., my roommates senior Cassidy Schultz, junior Jillian Howell and sophomore McKinlea Kear all awoke around 5 a.m. to get ready for the following day. They eventually decided to wake up the sleeping bear of the room, me, about an hour later to make sure I wasn’t in a rush to get some breakfast. I soon found myself wearing clothes fitting the 30 ...

My alarm clock abruptly shook me from a sort of hibernation at the sobering hour of 5 a.m. Despite the short, restless sleep I had experienced that night, I was happy to get up. I had a small window of opportunity to see my favorite person in the entire world, and I was not going to give up on that chance. My uncle, Greg Knadle, is the vice-president of government affairs at the National Fish and Wildli...

By our last day in Washington D.C. I had experienced the longest 96 hours of my lives, as well as the fastest and most furiously fun four days ever. We had “Canyon shuffled” all over D.C., averaging 14 miles every day. I had loved getting to walk through the city and felt like it was a breeze, literally. I had imagined the wind would not be near as bad as it is in Texas, however the gusts of sl...