Origins: Rachel's Perception On Quad Inception

Rachel: 

Katherine Kuntz was going to kill me. I just knew it.

Thank god Melissa was going to London, she was the only one I actually knew.

Sure, we had all been in the same class for two years, but Katie always gave me the death stare and I was pretty sure I had nothing in common with Harmony. Nothing.

Thank god Melissa was going.

Touching down on British soil, I almost cried. I wished for London since I was a six year old, and now I had it. What if it wasn’t anything like I’d dreamed?

I’m so very lucky it was more than I could dream.

Harmony greeted us at the flat, curly hair flying all over and we waited for Katie. When Katie finally came in (confusion on when her flight got in, a lost Katherine in London, and a rapid hotel check in and check out) I realized that she wasn’t a stone cold killing machine, and that we could actually get along.

Our flat was tiny, Melissa and my bedroom the size of a closet, but we worked it like Rupaul down a runway.

All our experiences are whizzing through my head and my smile grows bigger with each passing thought. We scared the Ithaca kids with our brass nature and uncompromising personalities, terrified our acting teacher Murry (whom to this day I believe lied about his peg legged wife, and his catalogue cut out baby), and took England and parts of Europe by storm.

This storm included running around Bath at two in the morning yelling to the sky in question if Jane Austen ever ate drunk chips with her sister, starting a dance party in a pub, hitting on boys with girlfriends in Dublin, almost getting into a pub fight, drinking ourselves into dangerous stupors, being pulled out of clubs by lesbian security guards, strutting around Warwick castle like we owned the place (and still getting rejected from the princess tower), getting danced at with a bottle of wine (Fuck you Tanarexia’s Play-Thing, fuck you.), getting threatened by an Italian chief while in Florence, almost dying in Rome (To the four ladies from Malta, you are angels.), swimming in our underwear in the Aegean Sea, attending a underground French Rap Party, spending Halloween in Scotland with crazy Scots, and many many MANY other adventures that I’m sure will pop up unexpected, unexplained, but very much invited. 

The Ithaca students probably hated us, the teachers probably didn’t know what to do with us, and London was just getting to know us, but we stuck together closer than an Irishman to his 22 ounce Guinness.  And, it was Lady Katherine who proclaimed in class one day, “We’re like a force, we’re like a Quadriforce.”

And so our legend begins. And though we sometimes fight, and get on each others nerves, at the end of the day it comes down to this: I really love these bitches.