When we last left off, you were still reeling from your out-of-body-transcendental-info-session experience, during which you learned about the cosmic wonder that is the Hurford Center for the Arts and Humanities Student Seminars Program. One semester later, one semester wiser, you now find your yourself having declared a major, secured some kind of skill-building summer internship, and contemplating…Junior and Senior years.
Checking Faceb—er, finishing a serious multimedia visual studies presentation in the Instructional Technology Center, you notice the lights begin to dim. The faces of the helpful Digital Media Specialists working with you begin to fade, until all that remains visible is Continue reading →
I’m not too worried about you. I think you may have it figured out already.
True, freshman year was a little rocky. Yes, your dorm really *was* worse than the other dorms, it’s not subjective or something like everyone says. And whoops, that wasn’t the whole semester’s reading, it was just one week of Intro to Western Civ., don’t skim Tacitus, Linda Gerstein will know. The whole “knocking over 30 folding chairs while trying to sneak out of the anime club screening of My Neighbor Totoro” incident–we’ll just try to forget that happened (no we won’t).
But you soon caught on and came to understand the laws of the strange bio-dome in which you found yourself. You finally figured out which side of the Dining Center is the cool side (the left, duh). You tried every variant of pizza bagel in Lunt Cafe, and they even named one after your goofy Customs Week nickname (“The Dr. Moose II”). Your Go Boards posts were read, enjoyed, and grudgingly respected by the obscure, thesis-procrastinating seniors who only communicate with each other in a complex parrying of animated gifs.
But just when you think it’s safe, right when you’ve clawed your way into some vague position of campus authority (gallery assistant, Honor Code Orienteer, English major), you’re about to undergo yet another amazing Continue reading →