As I was walking out of my sociolinguistics class the other day, thoughts of my group research project for the class nudging gently at my conscience, I noticed that massive snowflakes, which usually fall from above, were now
attacking aggressively falling horizontally into my eyes. A clever person would have understood this as an indication that the world was turning against him/her. Instead, I pressed on, refusing to bow down. By the next morning, however, there was at least two feet of snow in the ground and I was indeed bowed down, what with having to trek through the white stuff (fyi not a bad leg workout if it’s on the plushy side), go to work, actually finish problem sets for Bio so that I would be ready for the second midterm, attend the first workday for maple sugaring, cram practice for my violin lesson and have my violin lesson. Oh, and make time for Foco (our buffet-style dining hall) fondue because it was Valentine’s Day and yes, I was going to be there.
best type of store-bought cookies ever. Red-sprinkled for Valentine’s Day, green-sprinkled for St. Patrick’s Day, orange-sprinkled for Thanksgiving…
I had underestimated the snowflakes as weaklings that, “dreamt of being in my world/Don’t forget it, don’t forget it/Respect that, bow down” (Beyoncé, “Bow Down”). I’m no Queen B (Queen C doesn’t even work), but I’m not sure if even she could handle my world. As much as the media revels in portraying this institution otherwise, life here at Dartmouth IS difficult. It’s hard being young and figuring out how to balance your activities perfectly, only to have your schedule change in another 9-10 weeks and have to adjust again, it’s hard being unable to identify your passion, it’s hard to decide what to do in the real world post-college, it’s hard being in young society, and it’s really hard to deal with the fact that you feel bad about yourself because you may be squandering time and resources away trying to “find yourself” and blogging about how hard life is here when you are privileged enough to go to this school and there are people out there who literally have no clean drinking water.
So instead of reconciling any of this, I listened to a lot of Ke$ha and One Direction* these last two weeks (sorry I’m behind!) and did these five things:
1. Winter Carnival: On Friday, I went skating with a friend at Lake Morey, this crazy gorgeous locale a little ways away in Vermont that has 4 miles or so of solid ice to skate on. I was a legitimate horror, but once I started pretending I was vacationing at a ski resort in the Alps, I forgave myself for falling any time there was a small dent in the surface of the ice. Later that night I went to Programming Board’s American Authors concert (Programming Board is the student group that organizes, well, programs for students like discounted trips to New York, massages, and concerts like this one). I am not a groupie of the band specifically, but I find live music exhilarating, and it was a good opportunity to display my teeny-bopperness in beat-bobbing glory. Another one of my friends asked me to fill in an empty spot in her human dogsled team for the annual race on Saturday of Carnival, and I readily agreed. We lost, but it doesn’t matter because my zebra spandex finally made its Dartmouth Flair Debut… and I got to spend time with some people I hardly ever see outside of class or the library.
proposing in flair to my friend atop the winter carnival sculpture. she said no, don’t worry.
2. Deutsch Backen: I signed up for a baking workshop with a German baker on a whim. German Club was hosting the event, and seeing as I hadn’t been able to make any of the club events all term, I figured this was a prime opportunity since it meant I would be learning how to bake really good cake and then eat it too. The baker had high expectations for buttering the pan, but it was more hilarious than stressful and the quark cake turned out quite nicely. Yum.
3. Sugaring!!! I’m on maple sugaring crew, meaning I go out once a week to work our little sap forest across from the Organic Farm. Almost everyone showed up for last Friday’s workday, and we had a lot of fun deciding what and how to fix the maple sugar taplines. There was at least two, maybe three, feet of fresh snow that day, so we snowshoed up our hill to the trees, took photos, and looked pretty. Oh wait, here’s a picture of us walking back down to the road after working all afternoon. No, we did work, and apparently our system is half operational again, just on schedule!
Model CP, leaning for America’s Next Top Maple Sugaring Model. Check out the pack; I am in love with it.
4. XC Skiing, again! I have become addicted to spending time outside, gliding on short pieces of synthetic material across super beginner-friendly trails. It was another DOC trip out to Hartlands, here’s a picture as promised long ago:
5. Joshua Bell: Sex icon of the world of solo violinists. He performed last night at the Hop in his customary black button up. I listened to his Fritz Kreisler CD back in ’03, and even after all these years, I still adore him. Very grateful to Dartmouth for making it possible for world-class acts to perform here, though if it were up to me, I’d renovate the practice rooms at the Hop first. Keep your students classy too, you know? Still, Tartini’s Devil’s Trill Sonata was na$ty. You keep doing your thing, Josh <3
Coming up: Home stretch of term, or how grim the library’s Orozco murals are at 1AM in the morning (they’re pretty interesting already)
*linear relationship between the number of plays these two artists get on my Spotify and the extent to which I am struggling with life. If life’s not too bad, Haim and Disclosure are pretty great.