I miss Bryn Mawr. I miss Traditions – Athena, I miss Traditions, especially now that it’s Hell Week. I really, really miss Hell Week, in a way that only another Mawrtyr would understand. I miss being proud of my frosh, and bedtime stories (thank you for the dream, Jane), and ridiculous partying. I miss all of the costumes and the drama of the week. I miss that huge sense of community and unity that sweeps over the campus. I miss being part of something greater. I miss being part of a community and living in a community. I even miss Plenary and complaining about not reaching quorum (and you know it’s bad when you’re missing not having quorum at Plenary). Continue reading
Bryn Mawr has an epic brunch on the weekends. Before I even got to Bryn Mawr — while I was still at Tri-Co — I heard about Sunday brunch at Bryn Mawr and how people from all over the Tri-Co (Tri-College Consortium) would show up. And it was a great brunch, even worth getting up and moving by 1 (well, most/some weekends). Continue reading
I was at a self-defense training tonight, and one of the things the instructor focused on was managing our flight-or-fight responses. I realized that one of the things that I do — that I’ve always done — to center myself, to calm my nerves, to make myself less tense is to think about particular people. There have always been certain friends that have made me feel safe and happy, and for well over a decade, I’ve used the thought of them to cheer myself up or make myself less scared. Beyond that, if I’m with a group of people (family, friends, camp, organizations), I will often subconsciously choose someone to represent safety to me — as long as I know where that person is, I feel that things will all be okay. It’s mostly irrational, but it’s something I just realized that I do. Continue reading
One of my very favorite songs is Paul Simon’s “You Can Call Me Al” — I’ve had a strong emotional connection to it since my days in high school theatre, and this weekend at my best friend’s wedding, I was reminded how overwhelmingly, exhilaratingly, fantastically wonderful and joyous it can be, as my theatre family and I danced along to it once more.
Tricia, from The Maddow Blog (the blog connected to The Rachel Maddow Show), announced a little while ago that two Monarch caterpillars have been found and need names. It made me think of the time I raised Monarch butterflies — I had two of them as part of A.P. Bio my junior year in high school. Continue reading
It has been a decade since the attacks on the 11th of September, 2001. And although I haven’t yet focused my thoughts and feelings about the subject, I almost feel as though I must post about 9/11 in some way — because of The Daily Post’s Post a Day 2011 challenge, I will be posting something today, and I can’t not acknowledge the tenth anniversary of the September 11th attacks. Continue reading
When I was little, my family had a hammock. I think it was from my aunt, uncle, and cousins in Belize — and it was amazing. It was so comfortable, and I loved it. Sometimes I’d use it for napping (okay, not really — I didn’t nap when I was younger because I didn’t want to waste the day — but I’d lay down in it and just enjoy); sometimes my friends and I would use it as a swing. It eventually went away (I think it wore out), and I miss it. But now I have just discovered the KAMMOK on Kickstarter, and I want one. Continue reading