The past couple weeks have just flown by, which is very unfortunate. Kate said that she wishes we could get stuck in a Groundhog Day loop, but with senior week, and I agree. So much has happened (and FYI, for some reason these pictures are so big that they get cut off on the side, so you have to click on them to see the whole thing):
We were beer fairies last Tuesday night, the last night of reading period. I'm pretty sure that past generations of beer fairies haven't gotten this carried away with dressing themselves, but we had a good time. And, as a bonus, we got to look like complete idiots walking into and out of the library. In any case, everyone we beered was so happy. When I asked one freshman-looking kid if he wanted a beer, he looked from the beer can to my outfit back to the beer in wonder and joy and said, "... YES??!! Thank you!!!" A girl we offered one to said, "Oh yay! I've never met the beer fairy before!" It was a very rewarding experience.
On Saturday we went to the chili cook-off in Tappan, where one pays a ten dollar donation to a feed-the-hungry type organization, and then one gets a homemade bowl to keep and all the chili one can eat. Here is the bowl I picked: Literally no one else thinks it's a good bowl, but as soon as I saw it, I knew it had to be mine. Ben claims that I won't be able to eat anything out of it because it's too deep, but since I picked it up I've eaten chili, easy mac, and some chips out of it, so there. It can have other uses too, besides just a bowl. Bottom line: I love it, and I'm going to take pictures of everything I use it for and send them to Ben.
On Sunday morning, I woke up (very hungover) and went to two brunches: the English honors brunch and the boys' house's brunch. There were a lot of people there, a lot of coffee and mimosas were drunk, and so much bacon was cooked that it still sort of smells like burnt pork fat in their house.
Then we all went to TGIS (Sunday)... ... where we ate fondue.
AND THEN, that same night we went up to the observatory: It was cool. We saw Saturn and Mars and the moon's tiny craters, not even just the big ones.
On Monday we went to Cedar Point, and Henry and I rode TOP THRILL DRAGSTER or something like that I think it was called. It should have been called: THIS IS A TERRIFYING RIDE. It goes from zero to 120 mph in 3 seconds, and then it goes 90 degrees straight up and then 90 degrees straight down, corkscrewing on the way down.
Kate got this picture of our car, but you can't see us because we're way in the back. Basically it was the most amazing ride I've ever been on and I would do it again in a hot second.
Last night Henry and I went to the Shoreby Club in Cleveland. It was pretty much the WASPiest I've ever felt in my life. The first twenty minutes or so was very overwhelming and nerve-wracking, what with getting in through the gate, dealing with valet parking, trying to figure out the menu — basically, at every turn, we were afraid of being found out as poor people. Anyway, we eventually made it through to the eating, and oh man was it great eating. We ate in this area: And our view from this area was something like this: It was a tapas style menu; incidentally, my menu did not have prices on it but Henry's did, because he's a man and I'm a lady. This both shocked and offended me, and threw me off for a good five minutes: "Wait, so, REALLY? Separate menus?? Do they do this at all rich places?! WHERE AM I??!!"
Anyway, we got a cheese board which was full of the best cheese ever, and Henry ended up constructing the most expensive Lunchable of all time. Then asparagus with a poached egg, and I don't even like that goopy yolk stuff that happens, but seriously, it was the best asparagus and/or egg I've ever had. And then we had steak and "truffle fries". It's kind of funny that our favorite part of this whole meal was the fries, but I'm telling you, you can't even in your wildest dreams imagine fries this good. AND THEN, we got dessert; Henry had mango sorbet and I had a triple chocolate mousse cake.
AND we had champagne, AND this weird old maitre d' with a strange accent picked a flower outside and gave it to me (I think he realized I was kind of a bumpkin because I saw him catch me bouncing a little in delight as I ate my cheese), AND we were able to watch the sun set over Lake Erie. Like I said, WASPiest evening ever.
That is, until we got back to Oberlin, where a few of us scaled a building to take a gander at the abandoned pool, and then we went to a Barrows reunion party that made us all regress a little bit to freshman year, and then we went to Agave and made queso-y fools of ourselves. All of that almost canceled out the fanciness of the earlier part of the evening.
But tonight we may be able to get it back, because it is the "dress to impress" senior supper and senior formal. I can't believe that tomorrow is when commencement weekend really begins. I wish it were last Thursday again.
Steel exco concert (and after party that lasted until the wee wee wee hours of the morning): Then up early Saturday morning for a trip down ol' Kentucky way to the Creation Museum (which was everything I ever dreamed and more): And here are some pictures from last week from our approximately 12 mile (round trip) bike ride to beautiful Kipton: Today Ben and I continued our exploration of campus buildings in Hales, Warner, Cox, and Carnegie. A cranky lady scolded us in Warner (theater and dance) saying the building was "technically closed" except for rehearsers, which is absurd, I think. We told her we were seniors exploring buildings around campus, and continued on our merry way. There's a lot of cool/creepy storage space in the basement, and because it's the old gym, there's a track on the third floor above the second floor performance space. In Carnegie, we found an unlocked door to the old library, which still has all of its shelves full of books — it's only used for storage now. The floors are opaque, so light from lower floors shines upwards, making it a very very creepy place to be, even during the day.
Today I turned in the last assignment of my undergraduate career. That's right, I'm done with college! It's very exciting. I watched the naked run today in Mudd, which is, for some reason, an Oberlin tradition for the last day of reading period. Tonight me and a couple of others are going to be beer fairies, another time-honored tradition wherein upperclassmen go around Mudd handing out beers to stressed-out studiers.
My defense went fine; I couldn't give blood because they couldn't find a vein (?!); steel exco is this weekend and the posters for the gig have a picture of Rafiki on Pride Rock holding up a steel pan instead of Simba. COOL.
This weekend was a lot of fun. On Friday, went to SEED house to watch Fern Gully. Somehow I remember it being much more compelling when I was six. Then went to the midnight showing of Labyrinth, which was simply amazing. Whenever David Bowie came up on screen in his impossibly tight spandex pants, everyone in the very crowded Apollo cheered.
Saturday night (after a birthday party way south off campus) we all had an adventure. On the way back north we made a pit stop in German house. Somehow a pit stop turned into a search for the mythic Tunnels of South Campus, which we found very easily. Lighting the way with our cell phones (ah technology), we wound our way through tunnels that were about 5 feet high and 3 feet wide, climbing over and ducking under various pipe systems, until we got to a ladder leading even further down underground. Naturally we couldn't stop there, and at the bottom of the surprisingly long ladder were more tunnels, this time wider and taller, which led to maintenance type rooms with controls and levers and a bunch of other scary stuff. A (thankfully un-alarmed) door led to an outside staircase and freedom. It was awesome.
After that adventure, we visited King through a door that was propped open, and some people (not me, because I don't have a death wish) climbed up the outside grill-type stuff to the second floor. I found out later that some other people (with bigger death wishes) climbed all the way up to the roof after we left. Continuing northward, we explored the outdoor basement area of Mudd, and then climbed up the fire escape of Wilder, dodging Safety and Security every which way! Not really, but that would have made it more dramatic.
Last night I went to see Wolverine, which was the perfect combination of awful and awesome. Terrible plot development and dialogue (mostly Wolverine just roared) and a truly horrendous love story subplot made the non-action scenes pleasantly laughable. But the action scenes were FANTASTIC.
Today I have to organize all my job things and buy my robes and maybe start my paper and definitely start cleaning the house. I think 3 pm is a good time to start my day.
[April 29] So I've had many days of complete and total relaxation, and now it's time to start preparing for my defense on Friday. It's going to be tough. It's going to be reeeeally tough. So that's how I'll be spending my next 48 hours.
Friday night I got really depressed about my honors project. It was like a breakup, essentially. I formed such a close relationship with it; we spent all our time together for weeks; every free moment I had, it was always there. And then it was suddenly gone. What was I going to do with all my time? I felt lost and purposeless. But, this dark time in my life lasted only a few hours, and then the good feelings came back. Granted, I've dreamt about various aspects of honors almost every night since — I'm editing and can't get it to sound right, I realize I've written something really stupid and can't take it back, one of my readers asks a question about Austria (thanks, Ben's project) and I can't answer it — but I'm adjusting to my new life pretty well.
It was nature weekend for me. I spent hours and hours outside in the sun — it was a beautiful 80-90 degrees every day. Friday was the World Language and Culture Festival, which was a gigantic success. The weather was beautiful, so many people showed up, and my first graders playing their maracas with OSteel were the cutest thing ever.
On Friday night, we trekked southward to a party, but didn't end up going inside because it looked too crowded. (Is this evidence that we're getting too old for big campus parties? Maybe.) In any case, since we were pretty far south anyway, we went to the arb, where we ran into a group of high schoolers. (Well maybe. It's hard to tell the difference between high schoolers and freshmen — no offense, freshmen. Again, evidence that we're getting too old? Maybe.) Anyway, we went into the woods and up a hill to lay down and look at the stars for a while. Then we went back to my house (I had stepped in a giant mud puddle and broken a flip flop), and ended up staying there out on the porch for another long period of time. We managed to fit five people on that trash couch, so, automatic win.
Then Saturday I spent a long time on the porch, and in the afternoon we went to Goodwill. On the way, we saw a car ON FIRE from maybe 20 yards away, which was so cool.
Then I lost my phone, took a four hour nap between 8 pm and midnight, and then couldn't find where anyone was because of aforementioned phone loss, and wandered around until I found Kate and Henry in north quad. Then the three of us went up to north fields to the tower (don't know what it's for... changing the scoreboard when it wasn't digital? sniping the other team's outfielders? playing pirate ship and you're in the crow's nest?) and did more star-watching. Then we sat on the boys' porch and watched all the drama that unfolds on Woodland street at 3 am on a Saturday (ie, drunk football players beating up other drunk football players).
The nature continued on Sunday night, when I went with Abby and Mike to the resevoir to swim. Well, I didn't swim, partly because I had just showered, partly because it was dark, and partly because the last time I swam in not-a-pool I got parasites. I did more star-watching.
Sunday during the day I read the entirety of Happens Every Day and my two word review of it is: "Hot. Mess." I loved it.
Our steel exco concert is next Friday, and our theme is "Pan You Steel the Love Tonight". YES THAT'S RIGHT. We're dressing up in Lion King costumes. I also maaay have helped organize a big (secret) rehearsal just now (I have nothing else to do?) so we can really blow OSteel and our instructors away. I've heard that our exco is one of the best in years, so it should be a really good show (pictures and videos to follow).
Today was our last SITES class — we played a big cumulative Jeopardy game and ate cookies and it was a wonderful success. The Big Parade is this Saturday, and then SITES will really be over!
Also, THE DREADED SWINE FLU made it to Lorain County, so that's cool. Apparently young people with healthy immune systems are more suseptible to, well, death, than older people are. Something about the healthy immune system becoming overactive and then your body kills you, rather than the swine flu killing you. Crazy stuff. Of course this happens now that I'm extremely well-rested, eating regularly, and completely un-stressed. Hmm, how can I acquire a weak immune system...
I came up to my study carrel for the ceremonial signing of the honor code on all copies of my project:
I am finally done.
I titled it: "Things as they are and things as they might be": The Fusion of Orality and Text, Memory and Oblivion in Cien años de soledad.
Kate said I should call it: One Hundred Days of My Life Gone Forever: My Honors Thesis.
I am 98% relieved and 2% sad that it's over. But I am definitely 100% exhausted, so now I am going to turn in these copies and take a nap until the festival.
I can't believe that this foul-looking, exactly-the-same-color-as-my-highlighter-seriously-no-joke liquid is what I am living on:
AMP: IT'LL MESS YOU UP.
I'll probably be in the library until late tonight... I would like to be able to print out my project (three copies, one for each reader) tonight before the library closes at 2 am, but I think that's being unrealistic. Even though it's definitely hand-in-able now, there is always more I can do with this paper, and I don't think I'll want to stop revising until the last minute.
Tomorrow a bunch of us honors zombies are meeting at 10 am for breakfast at Dcomb. I'll probably be at the library at 9 to print things out... and at noon I will be free. Then I will nap until I have to be at the festival to set up at 3:30.
Ohh, sweet release. I can taste freedom now. And it tastes like... AMP.
We were beer fairies last Tuesday night, the last night of reading period. I'm pretty sure that past generations of beer fairies haven't gotten this carried away with dressing themselves, but we had a good time. And, as a bonus, we got to look like complete idiots walking into and out of the library. In any case, everyone we beered was so happy. When I asked one freshman-looking kid if he wanted a beer, he looked from the beer can to my outfit back to the beer in wonder and joy and said, "... YES??!! Thank you!!!" A girl we offered one to said, "Oh yay! I've never met the beer fairy before!" It was a very rewarding experience.
Literally no one else thinks it's a good bowl, but as soon as I saw it, I knew it had to be mine. Ben claims that I won't be able to eat anything out of it because it's too deep, but since I picked it up I've eaten chili, easy mac, and some chips out of it, so there. It can have other uses too, besides just a bowl. Bottom line: I love it, and I'm going to take pictures of everything I use it for and send them to Ben.
There were a lot of people there, a lot of coffee and mimosas were drunk, and so much bacon was cooked that it still sort of smells like burnt pork fat in their house.
... where we ate fondue.
It was cool. We saw Saturn and Mars and the moon's tiny craters, not even just the big ones.
It goes from zero to 120 mph in 3 seconds, and then it goes 90 degrees straight up and then 90 degrees straight down, corkscrewing on the way down.
Basically it was the most amazing ride I've ever been on and I would do it again in a hot second.
And our view from this area was something like this:
It was a tapas style menu; incidentally, my menu did not have prices on it but Henry's did, because he's a man and I'm a lady. This both shocked and offended me, and threw me off for a good five minutes: "Wait, so, REALLY? Separate menus?? Do they do this at all rich places?! WHERE AM I??!!"
I am finally done.
AMP: IT'LL MESS YOU UP.
