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SkidMolly: Last Post Ever!

Hi y’all,

The time has come.  This is my last day of blogging, and I’m quite sad about it — you guys have been great readers and askers of questions, and I will miss this job a lot!  The next week will be filled with all kinds of senior shenanigans, followed by graduation day! Ack! I’m excited, and also very nostalgic, which is to be expected.

I’ve just made a slew of question-answering videos on topics from career services to the dining hall to parties to the psych department to activism to double majoring and everything in between.  You can check them all out here on my YouTube channel.

Thank you to everyone who has read this blog or asked me a question.  To the class of 2016, good luck, and have a blast!

I’ll end this post with a picture of my desk corkboard, a changing arrangement of photos and doodads that I keep to remind me of different things, and a Skidmore staple — after all, all the desks have these boards!

There are a couple of cards I’ve gotten in the mail from my parents (getting mail from my parents never gets old here), photos of me and my three sisters when we were little (at one point we were all in college at the same time!), a Vermont keychain (can’t forget my home state), a matchbook, a metro map and postcards from studying abroad in Prague (plus a map of the woods I got from a very nice Czech hiking guide), pictures I cut out of a book on Italian painting (culled from Skidmore’s annual free book free-for-all in the library), a beer label from Amsterdam (another abroad relic), a postcard my housemate Phoebe sent me over break (it’s from Nickelodeon magazine, hehe), my on-call calendar for Res Life (can’t forget these things), a photo of my boyfriend and I from this past Halloween (we met on the first day of college!), and of course, my “Work Hard & Be Nice to People” sign, which I’ve had since freshman year.  I think that’s what I’ve done during college: I’ve worked hard and been nice to people.  To me, that’s a huge success.

Skidmore has been a truly wonderful experience, and the best four years of my life so far.  I will miss so much about this place. Thank you to everyone who has made my time in college memorable, challenging, exciting, strange, and most of all, FUN.

See you later!

Love, Molly

SkidMolly: Fridays at Skidmore

Hi all!

First of all, congratulations to the Regular Decision admits!  I hope you’ll all consider visiting campus before the semester is over, either on your own or during an Accepted Candidate’s Day.  (Connect with other future Skiddies through the Skidmore 2016 Facebook community.)  When I went to an Accepted Candidate’s Day at Skidmore, it really solidified my feelings about where I wanted to go to school and what I wanted out of college; somewhere between the student panel, psychology professor Sheldon Solomon’s lecture, and the t-shirt that said “Creative Thought Matters” on the back, I had a gut feeling that Skidmore was the place for me.

Here’s a video I made last weekend detailing the INSANE NICE SPRING WEATHER and what all us Skid kids do when the sun comes out and temperatures finally climb above freezing:

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Today is Friday, a day close to my heart at Skidmore.  Here’s what you can see on a nice Skidmore Friday:

  • Big tour groups walking (veeeery sloooowwwly and attentively) around campus, led by enthusiastic student ambassadors.  Hi tourers!  If you see me, wave at me! I’ll wave back!
  • If it’s sunny, sunbathers abounding on the green.  Not to mention Frisbees.  And acoustic guitars.
  • A super busy and bustling Case Center: student markets, a senior art show in Case Gallery, people picking up packages in the post office, Saratoga Apple and the mini farmer’s market both selling their wares downstairs…
  • Students waiting for the bus (it comes every half hour, and it’s FREE) to go downtown to get iced coffee at Saratoga Coffee Traders, or take a slightly longer trip to Target/Wal Mart/the mall.  A little Forever 21 shopping trip before Friday’s social activities begin?  Indeed.
  • Athletic-looking individuals, done with classes for the week, trekking down to the sports center, clad in spandex and toting water bottles…yep, Fridays mean fitness for some folks!

As for me, I’m relaxing in front of the television (Food Network is on, of course) before I start getting into the weekend mindset.  Ahhh…

Got questions?  Ask!  As always, check out my Twitter and YouTube channel.  Happy weekend, everyone.

 

SkidMolly: Facts ‘n’ Tips You Won’t Find in a Skidmore Brochure

You won’t have to walk farther than ten minutes to get anywhere, but everybody whines about how looooong it takes to get places.  “I have to walk allll the way from Jonsson Tower to Zankel!” — it takes seven minutes.  Most walks won’t even last one Black Keys song on your iPod.

Really?  You can’t find anything to eat in d-hall?  Well, go scavenge some rice (there will be rice, somewhere) (There Will Be Rice starring Daniel Day-Lewis) and soy sauce (at Global Café), bring them to the DIY station, and mix ’em together on the grill.  Then crack an egg over it and stir it around.  Instant fried rice.

If you’re going to make that life-altering decision to get a tattoo — perhaps a tasteful flower or a tribal armband à la Sporty Spice — don’t go to True Tattoo on Broadway.  Head further down the road to Needlewürks on Congress St.  The people there are quite friendly.

Join Student Entertainment Company (SEC) if you want to get up close and personal with your favorite musicians.  Some SEC members get to work backstage at concerts and meet the performers.

In typical liberal arts college fashion, many Skid kids wear plaid shirts in an astonishing array of hues.  Don’t spend 30 bucks for the ones at Urban Outfitters — go to Goodwill or Salvation Army and there’ll be plenty of choices for a couple of bucks a pop.  By the way, I’m convinced paisley will be the next big thing.

That's me in the middle flanked by fellow seniors Margaret and Jack. We didn't plan this. It was super serendipitous.

The North Woods is the perfect multipurpose locale.  Seeking “privacy”?  Need to “be one with nature”? Want to go on a romantic walk?  Feel the urge to let out a primal scream but don’t want to embarrass yourself by doing so on the main green?  Head to the Woods.

Honesty time: step on campus and you’ll probably see a small but noticeable chunk of Skidmore students smoking cigarettes.  Take my advice and don’t start smoking.  Half the smokers at Skid probably do so because they came to school and imitated the people they saw doing it.  It’s a trap! Cigarettes are ten bucks a pack in New York, and you’re going to want to spend your cash on other things.  Plus you’ll already pick up a bunch of habits that’ll make you feel like crap (not sleeping, eating Cheetos for breakfast, ingesting caffeine as if it were crack cocaine) so skip this one.

Quirky hobbies and talents are rewarded here.  Don’t be embarrassed about being the only guy in your high school who knows how to unicycle.  (We have a circus club, so don’t you dare forget your unicycle at home.)  Harmonica and ukulele players, balloon animal makers, obsessive arts and crafters, people exceptionally good at ping-pong: welcome to Skidmore.

You will notice posters for dances at Falstaffs every other weekend.  While these dance parties mostly attract first-year students (I certainly got down at a few of ’em in my day), there is nothing wrong with going as an upperclassman, especially when the dances are sponsored by Skidmore Pride Alliance (the LGBTQ club on campus).  Those parties are usually epic.

Got a hot date?  Skip Uncommon Grounds — you’re going to have half the Skid population staring at you.  Go off the beaten path to The Local in the Beekman Street Arts District.  They’re cozy, they have an impressive tea list, and their fish and chips meal is huge.

Hey dudes, if you have questions about classes, professors, facilities, clubs, social life, sports, food, or the meaning of life, you should definitely ask me.  Right here.  I will answer literally anything as long as you don’t ask me for my Social Security number.  And I might even give you that if you ask nicely.

SkidMolly: Five Reasons to Apply to Skidmore

Holy cow, regular decision and ED II applications are due in a mere two days.  This post can serve as either a well-deserved break/distraction from putting the finishing touches on your app, or as a final kick in the pants for you to decide if you’re applying to Skid.  Without further ado, may I present five reasons to apply to Skidmore that actually pertain to you and your current mindset about school.  These reasons don’t have much to do with the academics at Skidmore (hopefully you already know the academics are stellar!) but they do cover the slightly less academic factors that make Skid an application-worthy college.

1. Saratoga Springs: the cutest town you’ll ever meet . Quick overview of why Saratoga Springs is the ultimate college town: it’s beautiful and quaint, it has nice and relatively inexpensive cafés wherein one can drink Americanos and eat bagels and lox, the bar scene is unbelievable for those who are legal, you’re close to Saratoga Lake, Lake George and the Hudson River, it doesn’t die in the summertime (that’s when the race track opens and both the NYC Ballet and the Philadelphia Philharmonic come to SPAC), and boredom is generally not a problem.

Me and a few friends at the Hudson this past summer. 'Tis a 20-minute drive from Skid, and 'tis refreshing indeed.

2. Resources: for people who like resources. Skidmore takes care of you in a way that is impossible at larger, more anonymous schools.  If you catch swine flu, you head to Health Services.  If life is not going well, you can talk to someone at the Counseling Center.  If Organic Chemistry is killing you, you can snag a tutor at Student Academic Services.  One of the first things I noticed upon arriving at Skidmore is that no one wants you to fail.  It’s a great environment because you learn how to be independent and how to ask for help at the same time.

3. The FYE: a boon for frightened freshmen. Ah, the First Year Experience.  Skidmore doesn’t say “whazzup?!?” to their first-year students and then send them to the wolves; the FYE provides a support system that happens to be really good at getting freshmen to assimilate into the college environment.  All first-years take a Scribner Seminar (click here for this past semesters’ cool course offerings) and are housed with their seminar classmates (instant community! instant way of finding someone to eat with!); the seminar itself combines interesting academic topics (crime fiction! Italian food!) with advising from professors and upperclassmen peer mentors, plus an introduction to all of the resources Skidmore offers (the library! the Writing Center!).  The FYE does not coddle you, but it does make you feel warm and fuzzy during the scary time of transitioning to college life.

That's my Scribner Seminar during First-Year Orientation! We had just painted that chair. I'm third from the left -- why so shy, Molly?

4. Chicken Finger Friday: lunch is truly served. Every Friday.  In the dining hall.  11 am to 4 pm.  Chicken fingers.  Veggie chicken nuggets for the groovy vegetarians.  It’s a bacchanal of golden, deep-fried, sauce-dipped, crispy chicken goodness.  I know i’s weird to tell you to apply for the chicken fingers alone, but…seriously.  They are that good.

5. Nocturnal events: good luck even trying to be bored.  Your nights, when not occupied by work or late classes, will be stuffed with such a ridiculous amount of concerts, theater and dance performances, a cappella jams, comedy shows, student bands, open mic nights, lectures, readings, panel discussions, fashion shows, cultural gatherings, apartment shindigs, off-campus parties and other assorted events that you will literally not know what to do with yourself.  If anyone at Skidmore can find a single night devoid of things to do, I will buy them a very large Plum Dandy fro-yo sundae.  This college keeps you busy…be prepared.

That’ll do it: five non-academic reasons to apply to Skidmore. If you already know that Skid’s business major is fab, or that the theatre program is right for you, perhaps one of this reasons will sway you.  Personally, I feel Chicken Finger Friday would sway anyone with a pulse and a set of working taste buds.

SkidMolly: Surviving Tripledom

I’m not a huge fan of the oft-dubious Princeton Review lists, but Skidmore has received their “Dorms Like Palaces” honor a few times, and rightfully so.  The double-occupancy rooms at Skidmore are luxuriously portioned in comparison to those at other colleges I’ve visited.  Sizeable closets, carpeted floors (no cold feet) and window seats with comfy, spongy cushions are all Skidmore dorm amenities.  (Room service and minibar not included).

And these days, Res Life puts the extra space in our res halls to good use — double rooms are usually triple rooms for first-year students.  A majority of the class of ’12 was placed in triples freshman year, and that has increased in the past couple of years.  I was in a triple and our room ended up de-tripling near the end of the first semester; because my room situation was an epic fail, hindsight has given me a few ideas for succeeding in tripledom.

ACCEPT YO’ FATE.  Excessive complaining about being placed in a triple — “Awww, dang! This sucks!” being one example — or referring to your newfound housing situation as a “forced triple” will not magically spirit you away from tripledom and toward a suite in the Waldorf.  Not to sound all New Age/Oprah/Dr. Phil, but positivity is a good tool for learning to deal with being in a triple.  Don’t think of it as a prison sentence — consider it an easy-to-overcome inconvenience, a little pothole on the road to college awesomeness.  Plus, there are monetary incentives for staying in a triple; this past semester, those assigned to triples received $200 on their Skid Card and an extra $300 tuition credit if they stayed in a triple past October 15th, and that incentive will be repeated this semester.  $200 goes a long way toward large coffees and multiple laundry cycles.

ACCOMMODATE.  The worst attitude to have is this: “Being in a triple is annoying.  I don’t care about my roommates at all, and I’m going to live life exactly the way I want to.  Everyone else can kiss my tush.”  Remember that you will be living with two other people, both of whom have needs and desires and habits and requirements.  One person will want to Skype with their significant other at 3am; another will need extra sleep because they have crew practice early in the morning.  Someone will have a peanut allergy; someone else will show up to school with an economy-size jar of Skippy.  This is how life works.  Compromise is very, very necessary.  Which leads to…

COMMUNICATE.  This amalgamation of needs can’t be addressed unless people express those needs!  That guy who’s allergic to peanuts has to speak up to his roommate, lest he face a horrible Death By PB & J.  Talk to your roommates.  It’s the quickest way to find out how to fix things.

RELATE. Your roommates will probably be different from you in some way.  Maybe they’re from the opposite side of the country, or from another country entirely.  Triples have a way of bringing science geeks and theater freaks and philosophy nerds all together in one small space, so embrace those weird combinations.  You don’t have to be best friends with your roommates — sometimes it’s better if you aren’t — but take the time to hang out with them outside of the room.  It’s easy to bond over a plate of fries from the Spa.

In the words of Blue Öyster Cult, don’t fear the reaper triple.  If anything, living in a triple is a learning experience: I discovered a lot about myself and even more about human nature, plus I got that sweet t-shirt pictured above.  It’s a scientific fact that free t-shirts make everything better.

Have questions about the logistics of living situations? Ask away, my dears.  Good luck to everybody applying ED II and Regular Decision — apps are due in nine days!

How Was…Studying Abroad in Prague?

Okay.  I know.  Right now you’re not thinking about studying abroad; you probably aren’t even thinking about studying period.  You just want to figure out where you’re going to be next year, right?  Bear with me.  You might not realize it now, but by the time your junior year of college rolls around, you might get a hankering to take classes somewhere a bit warmer, like Peru, or perhaps somewhere colder, like Russia, or even somewhere with toilets that flush counter-clockwise, like Australia.  (Just kidding, that myth ain’t true.)  Studying abroad may seem absurdly hypothetical at the moment, but who knows — you might already be hankering to take classes somewhere a bit exotic.

I studied in Prague last spring (soon it will be a year since my plane took off for the Czech Republic) and, to use a very hackneyed expression, it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life.  Skidmore offers direct programs in six cities (Paris, Beijing, Shanghai, Madrid, London and Alcalá) as well as 128 approved programs through other schools and institutions.  You can study in the fall, the spring or the summer; Skidmore also offers travel seminars (there’s a cool-looking textiles course this summer in Kyoto) and domestic university exchanges, as well as the London First Year Experience.  Does this sound like a lot?  It is.  Ideally there’s some sort of study abroad experience for everyone.  After all, almost 60% of the class of ’11 studied abroad.

I still don’t know why I chose to study in Prague.  I’m a French minor and Paris seemed like the obvious choice, but something about Prague was calling to me, sort of the same way Skidmore was calling to me when I was choosing a college.  I met with one of the associate directors at the Off-Campus Study & Exchanges office and told her what I was looking for in a program: independence, the opportunity to learn a new language, cultural immersion, and some sort of creative writing component.  She suggested SIT (School for International Training), which has a program in Prague called Arts and Social Change, all about how the political and social climate of the Czech Republic has intersected with the arts over the past century.

I had no idea what to expect when I got to Prague, which as it turns out was the best possible mental state for entering a new country.  Over the course of four months, SIT provided me with a zillion opportunities to consume (often literally) Czech culture.  I drank a lot of beer (“pivo,” in Czech) — the Czech Republic has the highest beer consumption per capita in the world.  I read Kafka novels and Vaclav Havel plays (RIP, Vaclav) and discussed them with the other fourteen students in my program.  I lived with a host family in the suburb of Roztoky and took the bus every day into Prague.  I ate smažený sýr (fried cheese) on a bun with curry ketchup after a night on the town; just about everything I digested was fried or covered in gravy or served with a side of pickles.

Café culture is very strong in Prague.  I spent a lot of time with a book and a steady stream of espresso and cake in various kavarnas, and no one ever shooed me away for staying too long.  I went on bike rides with my host father (who is a carpenter and adores Batman), and my host sister took me to a fashion show in a giant warehouse.  In early March there was Masopust; Masopust is a pre-Lent celebrations that involves costumes, puppet shows, drum circles, and parading several miles to a village where everyone drinks mulled wine and dances.

All gussied up at Roztoky Castle before the festivities began.

The SIT experience also involved mini-excursions to different cities across the Czech Republic.  I went with two other students to a post-industrial city called Ustí nad Labem, and we later visited a farm-turned-art-studio in the tiiiiiny town of Litoměřice.

In Ustí we became amateur experts on Communist architecture (hint: concrete blocks painted crazy colors).

In Litoměřice I said hello to a pony hanging out by the wayside. Miss u, pony.

Our group became very close, especially on the extended trips that were a part of the SIT program.  We explored in Poland, museum-hopped in Vienna and spent a very weird night singing and dancing with a folk band in Slovakia.  The last month of the program was spent researching, creating and presenting independent projects (ISPs) that reflected what we had learned.  Having taken a writing workshop with Petra Hůlová, a Czech novelist, I decided to interview people about their favorite places in Prague and write short stories set in those places.  The ISP was a lovely end point to my study abroad experience.

Writing this, I actually find it impossible to put everything into words — it isn’t easy to summarize four months of living in a foreign country.  Studying in Prague was the perfect mix of discomfort (weird showers, too much sheep’s cheese) exhilaration (chatting with Czech writers and artists, going to a circus show and a punk concert) and cultural dissonance (explaining the concept of a PB&J sandwich to my host mom).  If you have any questions about studying abroad (or anything else), please ask!

SkidMolly: I’m On Winter Break!

Owing to a luxurious winter break (December 21st to January 18th for me — no classes, no reading, no tests, no nuthin’) I’ll be posting a little less frequently on Ye Olde Skidmore Blogge.  Once I get through a slew of family visits and catching up with friends over fondue, I’ll be back to it.  In the meantime, why not take a stroll through the archives?  It’s my treat: these links below are a one-stop shop for all your college needs.

Sample some examples of the Skidmore motto, Creative Thought Matters.

Check out a couple of the performances at Zankel this past semester: Atlas Sound and Beatlemore Skidmania.

Learn about what it’s like to be an English major.

While you’re at it, see what the French classes are like too.

Here’s a recap of Halloween at Skidmore in all its glory.

Unsure of what to bring to college?  I have a few ideas for you.

Artist Whiting Tennis and writer/editor Caroline Busta gave great talks at the Tang Museum.

Take a tour through the on-campus housing options and see what it’s like to live at Skidmore.

Stay tuned for some brand spanking new content in the next week or so!

SkidMolly: The Ins and Outs of Work-Study

Greetings earthlings.  I write to you in a very good mood, having just turned in the last paper of the semester — two exams and I’ll be 7/8ths finished with college.  Occasionally I’ll think of a question that you prospective students might have, and I’ll try to pre-emptively answer the question so you don’t have to go all the way to my Formspring box and ask it.  That’s right — I’m trying to READ YA MINDS.  Spooky.  So here’s some basic information on work-study, that hallowed institution intended to get some cold, hard cash into student wallets.

THAT MONEY IS FOR YOU, KID

When I first saw my financial aid package included a work-study agreement, I didn’t understand what work-study was.  I thought it was some baroque way of slowly funneling minimum wage paychecks to help pay tuition or room and board.  Nope!  At Skidmore, the money you make from work-study goes straight to you and is meant to cover the extra costs not included right on the bill: textbooks, art supplies, travel costs, doing your stinky laundry.  Working at an on-campus job means having a little extra cash for all the predictable and unforeseen costs of going to college.  Plus, you can receive your money by direct-deposit into your checking account, or it can be put on your Skid Card payroll.

GIDDY UP FOR DINING SERVICES

If you are a first-year student who got a work-study agreement as part of your financial aid package, you can pretty much expect to work in the dining hall or another dining services location for your first.  It’s not so bad, and if you’ve ever worked a food service job before, it’s actually easy as pie in comparison — easy as a slice of d-hall blueberry pie.  Jobs include making sandwiches in the deli station, swiping people into d-hall, selling coffee at the Burgess Café, washing dishes, flipping burgers, you get the idea.  It might feel like drudgery, especially in comparison with all the cool academic and social stuff you’ll be doing, but don’t fret.  It is as fun as you make it.  I loved working at the deli station because it meant I could interact with dozens of people without having to move!  Like speed-dating, except not!  And now I pride myself on my sandwich-making abilities.

THEN YOU CAN WORK ANYWHERE!

Well, you can’t work as a professor…I hear you probably need a PhD to do that.  But the job opportunities really open up after freshman year: you can work as a tour guide/student ambassador in Admissions, an office assistant in Career Services, in the box office of Zankel, as a TA for a studio art class, as a student caller for the Annual Fund…anything goes.  You search for job opportunities on the Skidmore site, apply, and start working.  Simple as that.  I started as an Admissions ambassador, giving tours to prospective students and parents (thus mastering the art of walking backwards) and filing paperwork in the office.  Then once I became an RA, I chose to start working as an office assistant in the Res Life Office, doing administrative tasks, researching other schools’ residential life policies, and occasionally wrestling with a paper shredder.  (I still work there, too.)  And blogging for Skidmore is my latest employment experience…needless to say, it’s grand as sand.  So there’s a lot you can do to make money at Skidmore, and because they know your first priority is being a student, on-campus employers are really flexible with class schedules and other concerns.

AND YOU DON’T NEED TO RECEIVE FINANCIAL AID, EITHER

I happen to get financial aid, so my work-study experiences have been from that end, but you can also find student employment at Skidmore without receiving financial aid.  Money for everyone!  Dollars raining from the sky!

Hope this gives you a good picture of what work-study and student employment are like here.  If you have questions about this or any other subject, ask me!  And a little bird (aka the WhySkidmore Twitter) told me Skidmore will send out Early Decision I decisions this week.  A big hearty good luck to everyone — please, please, tell me if you got in so I can say hello and congratulations!

 

 

CTM: My Skidmore Experience in Ten Photos

Right now the “Show Us Your Skidmore” CTM photo contest is in full swing and lots of folks are sending in their photographic evidence of awesome Skidmore-osity.  I thought I’d share a few pictures with you that represent my cumulative Skidmore experience in various weird ways.

 

A silly/serious sign on the third (silent) floor of the library. I was all about the silent floor freshman year. It has a womb-like feeling of tranquility amid all the academic stress. The perfect place to write a ten-page research paper the day before it's due (oops).

 

One of the first nice days in spring '09. People flocked to the green like ravenous seagulls to a crumbly baguette.

The Skidmore Dynamics a capella group performing an interpretive-dance version of "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots" in 2009.

 

This one time I loved the d-hall chocolate-chip scones so much I took a picture of one. And then I ate it. With fake butter. It was great, I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

This is my friend Victoria. She's a Filene scholar and she plays the violin beautifully. This was from a Skidmore orchestra concert my sophomore year.

I took this at a Tang Museum art party; "art party" mostly means looking at student artwork and dancing to the sweet tunes (read: '90s pop song covers) of student bands. Not a bad way to start a Saturday night.

 

First semester junior year I participated in a business competition held by Skid alum Ken Freirich. I won one of the categories (by writing about my dream career) and the prize was two VIP tickets to a Jets game! Obviously my dad and I were psyched.

Then I went abroad to Prague second semester of junior year. My program involved a lot of cool and random excursions, including one to the middle of nowhere Czech Republic. Here I am hanging out with some new friends. On the left is Radim, eating a schnitzel sandwich. Petr, our mountain guide, is watching him. Frauke seems to be wondering why her picture is being taken. I hope this picture conveys how much I loved studying abroad.

 

A variety of frozen yogurt sundaes at Plum Dandy, the dandiest frozen yogurt joint in the land. (They're off-campus but I really wish they weren't. Plum Dandy kiosk in Case Center, plz?) They have College Tuesdays and you can get two fro-yos for the price of one. Yum.

 

The Northwoods Village Res Life staff for 2011-2012. We are an athletic crew. We eat success for breakfast...with skim milk.

Happy Monday everyone! November 28 is Panama’s Independence Day!

SkidMolly: The Best Things About Thanksgiving Break

HOME!

I didn’t appreciate my hometown nearly enough until after I went to college.  Skidmore is grand as sand, but there’s nothing like driving up 22A back to Burlington past the kind of snow-covered mountains you usually only see on postcards.  If you hate where you live at the moment, chances are going off somewhere else for college might change your mind a little.  Saratoga Springs is my second home, but Vermont will always be my first.  I’ll stop gushing — there’s probably some Robert Frost poem or Neil Young song that says this stuff a little better than I can.

TURKEY DINS!

As a freshman and sophomore, I spent a lot of time each semester gorging myself on chicken fingers and other d-hall delicacies, so coming home to my mom’s cooking was very, very necessary by Thanksgiving break.  And now that I’m cooking for myself, having someone else cook for me feels weirdly luxurious.  Thanks, Ma.  This year’s turkey-cranberry sauce-gravy-mashed potatoes-stuffing-pumpkin pie extravaganza came at just the right moment…no, really…the only food I have in my apartment is a lonely box of linguine.

NO CLASS!

This is a no-brainer.  Literally.  I have no brain right now.  Thanksgiving break is the perfect time to recover from Skidmore burnout.  I will return to school with my mind all minty-fresh like it’s been dipped in a bucket of Listerine.  Promise.

NO JUDGEMENT!

As I write this, I’m sitting in my house, wearing my glasses and a pair of pajama pants that are at least six years old.  I haven’t showered or done anything to my face to make me look like a real human being.  It’s awesome.  At school I’m pretty relaxed about the whole grooming thing, but before leaving I usually put on a pair of real pants, or, you know, comb my hair.  But at home, my mom doesn’t judge me.  The world is my oyster.  Hopefully you guys won’t judge me either.

I hope everyone had a fabulous Thanksgiving and, for those applying ED II or regular decision, I hope all of your applications are looking fly.  As always, feel free to ask me your burning questions.  Happy Black Friday, or as I like to call it, Buy Nothing Day!