It’s Monday night, well Tuesday morning, 3:15, and I just figured that if I’m not sleeping, I might as well be blogging. And what is there to blog about? Why, Discovery Weekend, of course!

The weekend was really amazing, I had a great time with the specs. I picked up Victoria at 9:30…pretty damn early by my standards, especially since I had been up being unproductive since past 4:30 in the morning. But everything went off smoothly in Parrish, and I took Victoria back to Willets. Charlotte was up (of course, that crazy morning person), and we sat around in the room talking to her for a bit. Then we went off on a mini tour, and when we got to Tarble, we came across two specs that actually were being hosted by the wonderful Ben Starr. He was out driving the shuttle to Philly, so they tagged along for my unofficial tour. We hung out in the Kohlberg lounge for a while, I just answered questions about Swarthmore really. I took the three of them back to Willets where I was able to commandeer Ted into touring around with me. We took the specs to David Kemp/Alice Paul, and Mertz.

Then Charlotte called to let us know that she had found her first spec, Kayla, who had come all the way from Hawaii. It was around the time I was supposed to meet Marielle, my second spec, so Ted, Victoria, Eric, David, and I headed to Parrish. I couldn’t find Marielle, so we hung out and watched Juno in the admissions commons for a little bit. I decided to wait until the final host matching at 5:30 to find her. Charlotte and Kayla met up with us, and we all went to Sharples. (We had to assure the specs that the food and housing was an anomale, and that Swarthmore is actually an incredible place to go to school.) Charlotte’s second spec Sudie actually joined us for lunch.

From there we trekked over to Jeanie’s room and met her first spec Devica. Then it was time for all of them to go to the various activities that the administration had planned for them. So I hung out with Ted, Jeanie, Greg, and Rayan, and we decided to have a bonfire to welcome the specs. They ended up not actually coming to the bonfire, because there was also an ice cream social happening, but the Cabal had some damn good s’mores. By the time I got back to Willets, Charlotte and the four specs were all fast asleep in the room. It was pretty freaking adorable. I stayed up really late, and then also slept really late. As a result, I didn’t actually see the specs on Sunday until after dinner at Anna’s.

Dinner at Anna’s was nice, but I think the Barn has been crossed off of my “places I’d like to live” list. Wharton though, definitely number one on that list. I’ve decided that I really want to be an RA in Wharton, that’s my goal for next year.

I stayed up all night with a bunch of specs, namely Kayla, Asha, and two other guys. Jasper and Ted stayed up too, and we went out at four thirty or five to chase the deer that were running around the Willets yard. It was great, but my alarm was screwed up and I slept through everything I needed to get done today. Oops. And then I had to skip my gym class yet again because I had so much work. But at least I got both my Rilke paper philosophy and my paper on the presidential debate.

Oh yes. Friday. The presidential debate. Maybe my mind was still reeling from having served Eugene Lang red wine at the Board of Managers meeting, maybe my feet were swelling up and taking away my brain functions in an inexplicable and scientifically impossible phenomenon, but that debate felt like it was hosted in Crazytown. I could not believe some of the things both sides were saying. We’re either going to freeze all discretionary spending, or we’re going to send our troops out of Iraq into Afghanistan and Pakistan. Fantastic. Not to mention the bill that got shot down today in the house…you know, the only plan these two guys had. The next four years should be just great.

And on that depressing note, I’m hightailing it to bed. Oh, I revamped The Fort! The Fort is my awesome top bunk bed that is shrouded in sheer red curtains. Today I went to the bookstore (to use the coupon Kayla gave me), and I bought these little string lights and put them up inside the Fort. It’s pretty great, because it lights up my area while just casting a soft glow throughout the rest of the room, effectively solving the problems I have because Charlotte and I are on such different sleep schedules.

That’s all for now…hopefully this weekend will be just as fun as Discovery Weekend!

The Transfer Student


For those of you who skipped past the title, the impending weekend is going to be insane. And also…today marks one month of Swarthmore! I’m both seeing it as a very cool milestone, and a kind of horrifying realization that I’ve slept in Willets for a month straight with eight more to come.

I went to debate yesterday, and I was actually offered the opportunity to go to Columbia! I thought that was so awesome of the debate team to consider me. However, like an hour before they invited me, I had received an email telling me that I’m hosting not one, but two prospective students for Discovery Weekend. I would have Charlotte pick them up and take over when I get back from Columbia, but she’s picking up two specs as well! And Jeanie got two also! So I figured that would be too much craziness for one person, and had to cancel on the Columbia trip. It kind of sucks, but at least it’ll be a lucrative weekend. Besides hosting the specs, I’m also catering the Board of Managers luncheon at 3:00.

So today is devoted to catering and the presidential debates (though I still haven’t checked to see if they’re actually happening), Saturday is devoted to the specs, and Sunday will again be devoted to me locking myself in McCabe with my Econ textbook until I’m completely dazed after five or so hours of reading. Speaking of the presidential debates, I think the impending doom of our country has swayed me to the obvious solution for my unwillingness to vote for Obama: voter fraud. That’s right, voter fraud. (Admissions is slowly beginning to regret linking my blog to their site…) But hear me out. I’m going to absentee vote in MD for Kucinich, since MD doesn’t count absentee ballots unless there is a tie, and it’s a blue state that’s going to Obama anyway.

Anna and Esther, my CAs, sent all of the transfers an email asking if we wanted to go to Anna’s apartment for a homecooked meal to celebrate the fact that we’ve all made it through the first month. The answer to that is of course YES, because it means a night with real food rather than Sharples.

That’s about it, tons and tons of updates to follow.

Frenzied and yours,
The Transfer Student

The Hump Day Update.

September 24, 2008

Alright, well I am buried up to my desperately-in-need-of-a-wax eyebrows in work for just about every class, so I’m going to make this a super short update. I can’t believe it’s Wednesday already! Time is flying by so ridiculously fast, only sixteen days are left until fall break and my dreaded Econ midterm.

But back to what’s happening in my world:

1. Columbia limited the number of people that could go to the tournament, so bascially all the novices got screwed out of it. Oh well, next time. Swat novice is in a week and a half, so that’s something to look forward to.
2. Since I’m not going to Columbia, I’ll be working the Board of Managers dinner on Friday. That should be pretty, well, if not fun, at least lucrative. Although it hasn’t been specified how much I get paid…
3. Also since I won’t be going to Columbia, I might get to host a speculative student this weekend! Yay! Eleven museums are free to students on Saturday too, so it should be a fun weekend regardless.

Well, time to put my nose to the grindstone regarding Rilke, American Elections, the worship of therapy in our culture, and production and consumption in economics.

Harriedly yours,
The Transfer Student

The Ugly Econ Major Inside.

September 23, 2008

This blog entry has absolutely nothing to do with Swarthmore, although it has been my time here that really brought my love of economics to a boil.

I was just on Yahoo!, and this is the top news story: “Design Changes Unveiled for Lincoln Penny”.

…we’re in a completely new, possibly the worst economic situation to date, and we’re changing the PENNY?! FOR LINCOLN’S BIRTHDAY?!? WHAT THE HELL US MINT. Are you SERIOUS? I mean come on…can you say rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic? The Mint honestly has nothing better to do than redesign the penny. They are fiddling (with one cent pieces no less) as Rome burns.

Everybody say hello to the most hilariously useless bureau in our government…The US Mint!

Exasperatedly yours,
The Transfer Student

P.S. Getting a little frightened by the frequent sounds of what could either be crazy wind/a jet taking off outside of Willets. Anyone know what that’s all about?

The Weekend…and Also Monday.

September 23, 2008

A disclaimer: this blog is going to be roughly 1/2 cautionary tale, 1/2 crazy rant.

So this weekend started as most weekends do, it was the close of a crazy week academically, and I was looking forward to both letting loose at various parties, and cozying up to my good friend Milton Friedman (and Paul Krugman, author of my Econ textbook, though we’re less close than Milty and I), and getting my Peaslee chops at the in-house debate on Saturday. That plan has not entirely come to fruition. So begins the cautionary tale…

I slept for the better part of Friday during the day, allowing my sleep-starved body to languish in my top bunk fort for much longer than I ever have before. It was fantastic, and after slinking out of the bed and into the shower, I went to Peaslee office hours with Rich, and we hashed out our two cases with Alex, Cyrus, Arly, and some other Peaslee people. They’re really great, and a lot of fun. Arly is actually originally from Fallston, which is literally right next to Bel Air. (For anyone that’s wondering, Arly is still living in the 19th century and does not have a Facebook, hence the lack of link.) It was pretty cool to meet someone who went to a rival high school, Swat is such a small, diverse place that you wouldn’t even expect it.

After that, I went to dinner with some Caballers, then Erick, Ted, Greg, Rich and I went in search of fun happenings. We attempted to get the movie shuttle, and failed. We attempted to take the free train to Philly, and failed. Then we found Rayan and Michael at the free sushi event (talk about sketchy, free sushi in a trailer? No thanks.), and wandered around for a while, conceding that there was absolutely nothing fun to do. I went back to Willets, dejected, to snuggle up with Milty, and actually get some work done. But I passed by Taleah’s room, she was a fellow stranded Biden-goer. She and her friend Grace let me in on the info that Paces was having a party, so I was able to round up Ted and Michael and hightail it there.

There I consumed more than my share of “mango passions”, which is where the cautionary tale begins. Always know what you’re drinking…and how much…and your limits. The night did not end well. Nor did the morning begin well, since I was violently ill and had to miss the practice debate tournament. 😦

Things did take a turn for the better when I went to the library and put myself on lockdown Sunday. I spent four and a half hours plugging through Milton Friedman, and as dazed as I was afterwards, it felt great to accomplish something.

And then today…oh, Monday. Econ and Aerobics went well, as did my meeting with Vivaan, but after debate, everything went to pot. I went to the library with Ted, not so much to study as to get out of Willets, and we went in search of the free tea we had heard about. We located it, all was well, and then…my cup collapsed and I scalded my arm. Ted suggested I sue Swarthmore for exactly $150,000 for their faulty cups…sounds like a plan to me! 😉 Anyway, tonight was my first trip to the very nice, very competent night nurse at the Worth Health Center.

Let’s just recap this: don’t overdo it on a Friday night, do read Milton Friedman/accomplish lots of academic goodness, and be careful with the cheap cups at McCabe.

Blistered, battered, and still yours,
The Transfer Student