Customs: It’s so much more than an orientation program

Autumn has begun to fall onto Haverford’s campus, and October has brought with it chilly breezes, crisp apples, and the beginning of the arboretum’s colorful transformation from green to orange, yellow, and red.

Seniors are digging into their thesis topics and juniors are largely abroad or getting adjusted to upper-classmen levels of work.  Sophomores are starting to feel comfortable in their shoes as experienced members of the community, and first-years are starting to settle in and truly call this place home.

And, for many, Haverford does quickly begin to feel like home.  Whenever I speak with my family about traveling to and from the campus, I often say that traveling to Haverford is going home, and I mean it.  Haverford does an exceptional job of making the circumstances right for new students to feel comfortable in their own skin and get excited about engaging with the community they’ve become a part of.

The program that does the most to engage students right from the get-go is undoubtedly Customs.  Customs is Haverford’s version of new student orientation, but it’s so much more than orientation week.  Each freshmen hall gets eight returning students to help guide them through both their first week of college and the entirety of their first year.  On this team of eight, there are Customs People, who live with the freshmen and act as always-accessible support people; Upper-Classmen Advisors, who also live with the freshmen and help them navigate their academic decisions; Peer Awareness Facilitators, who host open-ended discussions about social issues and campus life with the freshmen; Honor Code Orienteers, who help freshmen get adjusted to life under Haverford’s unique Honor Code; and an Ambassador of Multicultural Awareness, whose job it is to connect freshmen with the resources they need to hold on to and celebrate their unique cultural identities as they transition into adult life.

Group bonding during Customs Week 2014

Group bonding during Customs Week 2014

This entails a whole lot more than just a smattering of enthusiastic orientation leaders who lead orientation week and then disappear after the semester begins.  The Customs Team sticks with freshmen throughout their first year at Haverford to help them get the most out of their first year of college life.  It’s also more robust than having resident assistants who are paid to act as disciplinarians: instead, all Customs Team members are volunteers, and their job is never to punish first-years, but help them to thrive, succeed, and get back on their feet if they falter.

Last year, I was a Customs Person (CP) for a group of first-years in Gummere Hall.  This year, I am a Peer Awareness Facilitator (PAF) for a group in Barclay Hall.  Customs Week this year was an exciting and fast-paced orientation week, filled with all sorts of fun activities such as the campus-wide scavenger hunt and the Fords Against Boredom Block Party.  There were also opportunities for freshmen to learn about the school’s traditions, such as a trust walk to illustrate living under the Honor Code, and a cultural timeline event to learn more about each other’s cultural backgrounds. The majority of the events that happen during Customs Week are intended to help first-years get to know one another and build meaningful friendships right away.

During the campus-wide scavenger hunt, one of the tasks to to photograph first-years in a laundry machine. Left to right in machines: Jess, Amanda, Emily, and Anna. Left to right on top: Max and myself (Damon).

During the campus-wide scavenger hunt, one of the tasks to to photograph first-years in a laundry machine. Left to right in machines: Jess, Amanda, Emily, and Anna. Left to right on top: Max and myself (Damon).

Now that the year is under way, it’s time to get down to business with my Peer Awareness Facilitator partner, Ellie Greenler ’17.  She and I are planning discussions on a wide variety of topics, including race & ethnicity, religion, gender & sexuality, disability, and more.  More frequently, Ellie and I (along with the rest of our Customs Team) spend a large portion of our free time just hanging out with the freshmen that we have been assigned to.  We may have explicitly defined roles, but one of the best parts of Customs is simply that it sets the stage for first years to make new friends with each other and their Customs Team.  In many cases, these bonds last for many years beyond freshman year and beyond our time at Haverford.  One of my Customs Persons from my freshman year, Dan Fries ’15, is now one of my best friends and roommates.

Me with my Peer Awareness Facilitator (PAF) partner, Ellie Greenler '17. On top of being a chance to get to know one another and get oriented to campus life, Customs is a ton of fun.

Me with my Peer Awareness Facilitator (PAF) partner, Ellie Greenler ’17. On top of being a chance to get to know one another and get oriented to campus life, Customs is a ton of fun.

Customs was named as such because it offers freshmen the opportunity to learn the customs of Haverford College.  One of the most important customs that Haverford holds in high esteem is our tight-knit, caring community.  Thus, friendship and fellowship are some of the most important customs that we have to show each incoming class of students.  So, as the Class of 2018 settles in to life at Haverford, they can be rest assured that a friend is never too far away. 

 

 

Senior Sentiments

Coming into my final year at Haverford, I anticipated feeling a bit of denial and overwhelming nostalgia. While not an untrue statement, the transition to this transitional year has been smooth and natural. Dare I say it? I’m relishing being a senior and the productive, exciting opportunities it affords.

My thesis proposal is in, approved, and awaiting remarks from my newly minted thesis adviser. I’m going to be working with Penelope Lively’s Moon Tiger and exploring construction of character through geographic and mental spaces, as well as time and memory. This thesis topic draws on my established interests in perspectivalism and temporality, and allows me to reflect further on theories of identity in relationship to place, which I cultivated during my extensive travels during my semester abroad. The senior thesis experience is a space for culmination and reflection, as well looking forward within the discipline. Continue reading

Abroad Musings, Vol. 2

Being abroad means a lot of things. It means having to adjust to living in an entirely new country, making new friends, and learning to live without a regular supply of peanut butter. It also means dealing with a lot of very annoying, very tedious bureaucratic messes by yourself and in different languages. Some of these things are more fun than others. I hope you all find some humor in this travel saga; as I write this from Berlin, I am only beginning to appreciate its future storytelling clout.

I’ll start by sharing a few excerpts from my journal, written as I weathered a 5 hour delay in the Vienna airport a few days ago: ‘No one conveniently told me my original flight had been cancelled, so lucky me gets to spend the afternoon in the Vienna airport instead of Berlin.’ and ‘[text has been altered to omit rather colorful expressions].’ Apparently I was feeling philosophical, because then this followed: ‘Patience and flexibility — I guess that’s something I’m really starting to take away from this trip. Miscommunication? Let’s try again. Oh, this operator only speaks Turkish? Who else can I talk to? Who can I go to for help? When should I and what can I accomplish by myself? What risks am I willing to take and when should I listen to my gut and back off?’ Philosophical it may be, but those are important questions that I do end up asking myself almost everyday.

I wasn’t quite so into introspective questioning after finding out that I had not actually been rebooked to Istanbul, as my rebooking confirmation stated, at 1 a.m. in the morning. I was less into the introspection after spending hours on hold, speaking increasingly tense and decreasingly polite English/German, after 4 hours of stressed half sleep. And after breaking down, cancelling my original booking with no guarantee of a refund, and calling my folks in Seattle at 4 a.m. Pacific time to figure out how I was going to get to Istanbul in time to catch my flight to Athens, I just wanted some peanut butter and a long nap.

I am now eating some stale rice and a rather mealy apple, and appreciating my family’s swift response. I am not writing exactly what my plans are because I am terrified of jinxing those too, but I’ll reveal the conclusion to this saga in my next blog post.

The last 24 hours have been the most stressful ones I’ve had recently, but there is a lot of learning to be had. Patience and flexibility are very valuable virtues that I am still cultivating; get receipts for absolutely everything every time; don’t be afraid to ask for help; apparently this is what being an independent adult is like (not actually, but at least at times); and if all else fails, there’s a lot of chocolate in Europe, and the new Justin Timberlake album works wonders on the nerves.

I promise more photos in the next post!

Journey Through The Mid-Atlantic

My thesis project examines Bayard Rustin, perhaps most notable for serving as the deputy director of the 1963 March on Washington. Yet, he led a lifelong commitment to civil and human rights in America and abroad. A pacifist, Rustin modeled nonviolent action (as a reflection of his belief in Gandhian principle) as a means to bring about social change. Raised by his Quaker grandmother, Rustin went on to become a Friend* himself. Scholarly discourse regards Rustin primarily for his Civil Rights era contributions, leaving his lifelong career largely unexamined. That is, aside from biographical texts and collections of his writings. I remain interested in how his Quaker background influenced his commitment to and actions toward social justice in America and abroad.

Mary Poppins might say, "Feed the birds!"

Having poured through the seminal and subsequent Rustin biographies, I decided that I would take advantage of my prime location in the Philadelphia region to travel to Washington D.C., where the Library of Congress holds the Bayard Rustin papers, a vast collection of Rustin’s speeches, letters, memos, photographs, and other materials. The first half of this blog post I wrote while in the Madison Reading Room. Now, I write to you from Union Station’s Starbucks (with the bar seating, that is!) where I have begun chugging a dirty vanilla chai to renew a bit of my energy.

To recap, I departed Tritton Hall, where I live on campus this year, at 6:30am. Before heading to the Haverford train station an 8 minute walk away (if you’re speed walking), I swung by Bruegger’s bagels to devour a rosemary olive oil bagel. A DC (Dining Center) banana proved to be a nice snack on the 20-minute train ride to 30th street station where I quickly made my way to the MegaBus departure location. The 3-hour bus ride was the perfect time to read a short story (and watch its film adaptation) for my Japanese Literature and Film course before taking a half-hour nap. Surprisingly, Google Maps led me in the appropriate direction to the Library of Congress building, at which point I went on a wild goose chase to receive researcher authorization from several bureaucratic centers. In the end, I was able to spend 4.5 solid hours in the reading room with a cornucopia of Rustin papers, some of which will be invaluable to the future of my thesis.
Now an hour away from Philadelphia, I think I’ll make this post final. Here’s a photograph I captured of Union Station as I made my way back from the Library of Congress. How nice the 58 degree weather (F) was!

As Night Consumes Union Station

 

 

Abroad Musings, Vol. 1

I’m an English major.  I do a lot of reading and writing, and believe heartily in linguistic power.  For this blog, however, I owe a disclaimer.  I really don’t think it’s possible to describe what I’ve been experiencing in Europe thus far with words.  I will supplement with as many photos as possible, but you, dear readers, will need to supplement with a little of your own imagination.

Where to begin?  I got into Europe about a month ago and have been on a nonstop adventure ever since.  I live in an independent apartment in Vienna proper, about 15 minutes outside the city center.  This is the view from my apartment window:

I just wrapped three weeks of “Intensive German” and am currently writing this blog from a hostel in Berlin; we get a 10 day break post Intensive German-ing, and I’ve been on a jaunt through eastern Germany – Dresden, Leipzig, and Berlin — since (most non-casual casual parenthetic ever: also had a quick weekend trip into Prague).  Photographic evidence:

Prague

 

Dresden

 

I hit the ground running once I’m back in Vienna, as my full course load commences.  I’m taking an Eastern European Comparative Literature course, Sociology of Immigration, The Cultural Heritage of Vienna (auf Deutsch), and continuing with my German class; I also have an Education internship, working with a local Viennese public school.  Conveniently enough, these courses will also garner credit for my English major, and both Sociology and Education minors.  Haverford doesn’t have any of its own, independent study abroad programs, but instead has established relationships with different universities and  study abroad programs; I am currently a student with IES Vienna.

As I write this, I have to admit that my brain feels a bit linguistically schizophrenic, and I find myself thinking of German phrases in place of English ones, or accidentally inserting an “ß” in place of a double-‘s.’ The language immersion is definitely playing its role well.

Though Austrians speak “Deutsch,” they are certainly not Germans.  It’s been fascinating unearthing the subtle, but culturally hugely important, differences between the two countries.  Some of it comes in slight differences in pronunciations, but there are some real cultural disparities.  Exhibit A:

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This doesn’t happen in Germany.  I went to a ball last week – a legitimate ball, complete with Viennese and non-Viennese waltzing, ball gowns, bow ties, and breathtaking atmosphere.  Those photos were taking in the Hofburg Imperial Palace – as in the place where the Habsburgs from the Austrian-Hungarian empire ruled.  Here’s a good place where my linguistic schizophrenia is coming in handy; that night was “traumhaft,” or literally like a dream.  There’s really no other way to describe it.

That’s actually a pretty apt word for Vienna in general.  I’ve never been in such a pristine and beautiful city before.  Just look:

Parliament

Domes on Domes on Domes

A square about 5 minutes from the Study Abroad center

Stephansdom

I am really, really relishing my time here.  As I upload my own abroad Facebook albums, however, I can’t help but feel a slight twinge of homesickness when I stumble upon my friends’ albums of Haver-life.  Campus looked beautiful with a fresh dusting of snow, and there are some incredible classes being offered this semester. My dad’s side of the family is German, and so much of this experience feels like coming home and reconnecting with my German heritage, but I also miss my friends and life back on Haverford’s campus.  I absolutely melted when I found out my professor’s four-year-old, whom I normally babysit, asked about me the other day. That said, though I am physically thousands of miles from my Haver-life, this is absolutely enriching and deepening my college experience.  I am so thankful for this time abroad, and owe Haverford much for enabling this adventure.  Bis bald, und viele Grüße!

Finals Week Fun

To most students, the words “finals week” set off reactions of fear and anxiety. While final week is a time of papers, tests, and getting to know the library very well, this year I’ve been noticing all the little things around campus that make finals, well, pretty fun.

FAB, or Fords Against Boredom, is the club on campus largely responsible for the excitement of finals.  Every year, for nearly every day of finals, they throw a fun event that provides a well-deserved study break for everyone on campus. The first event, held on Sunday night, is the infamous “Midnight Breakfast.” At midnight, FAB opens the dining center and, with the deans, serves eggs, bacon, French toast, coffee, fruit, and bagels to any hungry students who want to come for a break or revitalization. Perhaps one of the most popular finals week events, the line was out the door but was most definitely worth the wait before heading back to the library. In addition to the deans’ participation in Midnight Breakfast, they also make the rounds to all of the libraries and study spots on campus handing out candy.

The second FAB event, which I went to last night, was “Ben & Jerry’s Bingo.” FAB orders an enormous supply of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, of a huge variety flavors. Students can come grab some ice cream, stay for bingo, and potentially win gift-cards to several off-campus favorites, such as Wawa, Kiwi Frozen Yogurt, Brueggers Bagels, and Milk Boy café.

Tonight is the last of FAB finals week events, but definitely not the least. At 11:30 tonight, FAB will take 50 hungry students to Philadelphia on a Philly cheesesteak run. They provide a bus that goes straight into Center City where students can buy cheesesteaks before coming back to Haverford after their midnight adventure.

These events, however, only represent the tip of the finals iceberg. Our Office of Academic Resources has extended their hours so students can use their study rooms as well provided study break opportunities, such as holiday card making. Tonight, they are hosting a “Willy Wonka Chocolate Extravaganza,” including make your own s’mores.  On another chocolaty note, another club just made their rounds around the library giving out free cookies and candy canes to anyone in need of a pick-me-up. Earlier today, our mindfulness club, HaverMinds, threw a “De-Stress with Dogs” event in conjunction with Haverford’s Pre-Veterinarian club, where they brought dogs from a local shelter to campus for students to play with throughout the day. And tonight, my friend made coffee for me at her carrel in the library when we both were gearing up for a study session. It struck me tonight, in thinking about all of these events and activities on campus, that both students and faculty take the time this week to make sure that everyone has a positive finals week. The self-scheduled exam times, meant to accommodate everyone’s schedules, and professor’s extended office hours this week also make it easier for students to manage their schedules and access the resources they need before going in to take a test. As I received my free candy cane to aid me in my history studying, I realized that it’s the little things this week—encouragement from a friend or a warm cookie—that make finals a way to close out the semester with your friends before heading home for the holidays.

 

New Holiday Traditions: Pho in Philly, Foreign Fruits, and Dimpling Dumplings

Even with my Christmas Pandora station playing, it hasn’t quite felt like the holidays for me just yet. Maybe it’s because finals loom, or because it’s 62 degrees today. Or probably, it’s because my family is 3 time zones away, and getting a Skype view of the Christmas tree isn’t quite the same as smelling the pine in person. All that Debbie Downer stuff being said, I just had a wonderful weekend in the city; this outing might just become my own holiday tradition.

My friend and recent alum, Juliana, just moved into South Philly, so she’s just a few dollars and half hour train and/or bus ride away. She had been meaning to try pho (rhymes with “huh”), the quintessential Vietnamese noodle soup, for some time, so having spent significant times in Viet Nam myself, we ventured to the Vietnamese district. Our lunch soon arrived, with giant bowls of noodles, beef, and delicious broth steaming. Pho is a Giebel family dinner outing staple, and I hadn’t had it since August, so I reveled in nostalgia and happiness as we slurped.

Pho Pho Pho

Next up, a quick walk over to the giant Asian market (fun fact: I wrote my college essay on ethnic markets and multiculturalism). Memories from Viet Nam continued to flood, as mangosteen, rambutans, and dragon fruit greeted Juliana and me. See if you can spot all three in the photo below:

Mangosteen is my absolute favorite fruit; if you ever stumble upon some, it’s worth the probably exorbitant price (it was $7.99 a pound when I was there)! Whole roasted ducks hung a few aisles down, and I contemplated purchasing one and reincarnating a Christmas tradition from my mom’s side of the family. As tempting as that was, Juliana and I opted to recreate my family’s other Christmas recipe: homemade pot stickers/in Chinese, jiaozi. I won’t divulge the full family recipe, but some combination of napa cabbage, garlic chives, pork, ginger, soy, sesame, and TLC summate to the filling; the wrapping entails some carefully cultivated folding techniques.

Note that Juliana made one in the shape of empanada – talk about fusion cuisine!

The finished product!

 

This is normally a huge family production: my aunt will roll out the dough, my uncle and grandma will make the filling, and my mom, cousins, and I are responsible for folding.  It’s a process I associate deeply with family and holiday.  I still feel that way, but I joked that I felt like I was completing a rite of passage, gaining ownership over a tradition that’s been passed through my family.  I feel so fortunate to have been able to share this tradition with members of this collegiate community; it really is cultural fusion — of my familial culture with my emerging independent one — embodied in a tidy little dumpling.

Happy Holidays to all; I hope everyone is reveling in and sharing their own familial traditions, whether they’re currently together or not!

 

Catching Up…

Well it’s been a bit, and a lot has transpired. To facilitate the most efficient and accurate summation of this past month and a half (sorry guys) I’m going to descend into a bit of a stream of consciousness. Let’s see how this goes…

October brought the usual flurry of papers and midterms, but it also brought my family over from Seattle. Whilst here, I joked that they had a quintessential Haverford experience. First, we had dinner at the very delicious and local Peruvian Barbeque restaurant, Barbacoa. The family platter, complete with a whole roast chicken, pulled pork, ribs, and 2 pounds worth of sides, sufficed in feeding us all. So good. The next morning, we had bagels with my advisor and her family (she conveniently lives on campus, as do about half of our professors); my dad, a professor himself, joked that this would never happen at our house. Well, dear Papi, this is how we do it at Haverford. It was a thoroughly enjoyable brunch, with conversation ranging in topics from digitized course offerings to Boobah (look it up if you dare – I’ll just say it’s fitting for a three year old’s imagination). Next up, the fam and I watched our Centennial Conference champion men’s soccer team take on Gettysburg, whisked our way through a field hockey game, and gabbed with my friends from my freshmen year Customs group. And to conclude, we made the obligatory stop at WaWa for subs…

Hurricane Sandy punctuated October’s end, closing the college for two days. The campus was extraordinarily lucky and managed to escape any real damage. We lost power for maybe an hour in sum, and the only physical effect was some excessive pine needle blanketing. Our campus arboretum stood strong, and classes were back in swing on Wednesday. Those two days brought some welcome extra hours of sleep, movie marathons, and lots of parental phone calls (my dad called every other hour, though he insisted he wasn’t worried about me). Those phone calls weren’t unnecessary, as it turned out, and my friends and I were aware of how devastating the storm really was. The college has come together and many students are proposing various avenues for the Haverford community to aid those affected. Here’s the link for those interested:

www.haverford.edu/news/stories/65711/51

…Soon after, Gloria Steinem was on campus! I don’t throw exclamation points around often, but Gloria Steinem was seriously incredible. She shared a lot of simultaneously inspirational, insightful, and often satisfyingly sarcastic musings. My favorite? “We are linked, not ranked.” The societal (and feminist) implications of this statement are massive and incredibly important, but it really resonated with me as a Haverford student. This is something that the college really tries to embody, in the ways in which the student voice is, essentially, just as important as the administrative one, to our heavily discussion-based classrooms, to the interconnectedness of our alumni network. This isn’t a college predicated on hierarchy, and it’s one of the aspects of Haverford that I appreciate the most. Thank you, Gloria, for a wonderful visit and reminding me of yet another reason why I adore this college…

The election kicked the college into high voting gear. All partisanship aside, I’ve never seen so many Facebook statuses in my life telling everyone to vote. Various groups on campus set up voter registration tables, students were shuttling students to and from the local polling places all day, and sorry professors, absolutely no homework got done on Nov. 6; we were all glued to various screens. I made a huge pot of chili for my friends and myself, and we all huddled around my laptop, flitting between CNN and old SNL clips, as we awaited results. The election ended many group viewing sessions of debates, lots of late night political discussions, and canvassing by Haverford students… until the next four (more) years!

…Amongst all this, our fall sports teams were fantastic, bringing home half of the available Centennial Conference championships! Again, note the exclamation point. Both soccer teams, as well as our Men’s Cross Country teams were crowned champions this year, with Field Hockey and Women’s Cross Country winning second place, and our Volleyball team making the semi-finals before falling to the eventual champion, Franklin and Marshall. Those championships meant NCAA’s, so I decided to take all three extension days on one of my papers and head to Arcadia University for the Men’s Soccer games. There were so many Haverfordians there, from tons of students, to very vocal families, to professors and deans. We didn’t have any national championships (though the Men’s Cross Country team was close! 2nd place – congratulations, Goats!), but the whole college is so proud of all of our teams. Well done, well done, black squirrels!

The coffee I’ve been sipping as I’ve been writing is almost gone, so I guess it’s time to conclude. The holidays are upon us, and that means it’s getting to be crunch time at the college. Bring on those finals! But also, bring on that holiday music; I’m going to listen to Mariah Carey and relish my remaining few weeks of Haverford life until Winter break. Cheers, everyone!

Reflections and Photos from a Quaker Consortium Traveler

I can confidently say (read:type) I’m an expert at traveling from Haverford to Bryn Mawr to Swarthmore to the University of Pennsylvania. Our four institutions form the Quaker Consortium, schools all founded by the Religious Society of Friends, once upon a time. I have a course at each institution this semester and am thoroughly enjoying the experience, in and out of the classroom. The time I spend gazing outside at the passing ‘burbs and city streets on the Blue Bus, Tri-Co Van, and SEPTA train make me appreciate how small and intimate our 220-acre campus is. At the same time, I consider myself privileged to see so much of the Philadelphia area, especially as I have memorized the street signs and unconventional placement markers (e.g. Wendy’s).

Before you and I get too hungry, I may also say (read:type) how much I enjoy eating at Bryn Mawr by swiping my OneCard (the same gateway for eating at Haverford) and at Swarthmore by passing along a voucher I procured from the Haverford Dining Center Office. When in Philadelphia, I go frolicking for gelato at my favorite spot, Capogiro. As a student receiving financial aid, I appreciate Haverford’s policy of covering transportation to and from University of Pennsylvania to erase the cost of commuting to class. I sometimes rationalize that the money I might have earned in order to pay for my transportation can instead be invested in gelato…

A sunny, breezy afternoon @ Capogiro with Ananda Coleman '16 and photographer, Damon Motz-Storey '16, capturing our moment of glee

Stay tuned for future info and photos documenting my Quaker Consortium travels!

When I make my way back to Haverford, this is the beauty I behold.

Diary of a Foodie

Summer has once again manifested that achingly wonderful temporal twirl; the days are slow and simple, but we find ourselves on the cusp of August, less than a month from the inception of a new Customs Week and school year. In keeping with the time-twist, my recollections of this summer have centered on Bachelorette happenings (one-f-Jef?!) and memorable meals.

I’m a huge foodie. I feel supremely at home in the kitchen, experimenting with and crafting formal and imagined recipes, and going out to dinner at some delectable eatery is always my choice excursion. These past few weeks have been a foodie’s dream; here are some highlights:

A couple weeks ago, I met my dear friend and former blogger, Franklyn Cantor, in the city for a belated birthday meal. I hopped on the Paoli/Thorndale SEPTA train-line (there are two stops just a few minutes off campus) and 20 minutes later, Franklyn and I were standing outside Banana Leaf, a Malaysian restaurant and our dining venue for the evening. Our friend Juliana joined us with a friend from her abroad adventures along with a couple orders of roti, a crispy Malaysian pancake with a rich curry dipping sauce, Malaysian style spare ribs, spicy water spinach, and beef chow fun. Supremely delicious and inexpensive, Banana Leaf embodied both elements of my ideal dining experience. Ignoring our burgeoning bellies, Franklyn recommended/ensured a trip to The Franklin Fountain (all vanity aside, he made sure to emphasize) for the best ice cream in the city. We ordered the Mt. Vesuvius:

“A mountain of CHOCOLATE or VANILLA ice cream ERUPTING with chocolate brownie pieces, CASCADING with hot fudge and BLANKETED in malt powder. A dollop of whipped cream indicates her smoking signal.”

Get it. It’s so good. As we were walking back to the train station, some belated fireworks erupted. Happy bellies, lovely company, and a free light show – what a magical night.

Juliana’s mom came to visit the other week, so I had the absolute pleasure and honor of joining them for dinner. We walked to Verdad, a “Latin-influenced tapas” style restaurant in neighboring Bryn Mawr (also the college locale), and indulged in strawberry, habañero guacamole (the exact right balance of heat, sweetness, salt, and hints of acidity) and the most incredible paella. Mounded in a massive wok, perfectly golden brown, and literally swimming with chorizo and maritime goodies, this paella is as beautiful as it is delicious. And a whole lobster chills on top. Juliana and her mother were wonderful company and our evening together was one of my favorites of the summer.

As part of a CPGC internship (see www.haverford.edu/CPGC/ for more information on the CPGC’s mission and offerings), my friend Stuart has been dutifully tending to the HCA garden. The garden has very kindly spared me much produce shopping, as fresh cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, zucchini, herbs, and more have been spilling out throughout the summer. I’ve enjoyed many a delicious stir-fry, salad, and pasta dish courtesy of the produce. My favorite has been homemade tabouli salad – cous cous, onions, cucumbers, peppers, tomato, feta, garlic oil, lemon, and fresh mint. Eat. It is good and good for you too!

Food locales — ranging from urban escapes, to suburban strolls, to my literal backyard — are also a wonderful representation of the urban-suburban balance here at Haverford. It’s perfectly easy to stay in the immediate area and sate cultural and culinary cravings, but Philadelphia offers an urban jolt whenever necessary. Beyond food, being able to take advantage of Philadelphia’s vast offerings while maintaining a suburban home has been one of my favorite aspects of my Haverford experience.

The summer’s close is coming hard and fast, but I intend to soak up as many rays of the sun and indulge in as many further food indulgences as possible. And then it’s back to Seattle for salmon!