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SkidMolly: The Insider’s Guide to Majoring in English at Skidmore

The professors are incredible

Caveat: I figured out I was going to be an English major around the time I started to read — reading and writing are my two major talents, besides being pretty good at Skee-Ball.  But my choice was solidified once sophomore year started and I got a sampling of how killer the English professors are here.  Class sizes are usually quite small (English classes have either a 15:1 or a 24:1 student-to-professor ratio) and that means professors have more time to give you individualized attention.  Each professor has office hours where you can go in and talk about whatever’s due soon, or just check in.  And these people aren’t just amazing thinkers — they’re published writers and experts in their respective fields.  My Ulysses seminar professor, Tom Lewis, has written and directed TV documentaries that have been nominated for Emmy awards; Linda Hall, with whom I took a cultural criticism writing class, has written for Vogue and New York magazine.  Next semester I’m taking the senior advanced fiction workshop with Steven Millhauser, who just had a story in the New Yorker.  Needless to say, you’ll be learning from the best here.

Get ready to read a lot — and a little bit of everything

Be prepared to read upwards of six or seven novels in a typical semester-long literature class.  Taking multiple English classes inevitably results in a hefty amount of reading per night — a few hundred pages a week, maybe — so staying on top of English work requires diligence and careful plotting.  Lucky for you, the courses offered each semester are quite diverse, from Milton to Willa Cather and everything in between.  I’ll go ahead and say there aren’t many writers, genres, eras, literary forms or literary movements that go overlooked.  Sample course titles for next spring: the Victorian Illustrated Book, Queer Fictions, the Wild(e) ’90s (that’s the 1890s of course), Environmental Journalism, Chekhov, American Gothic Fiction, Food Literacy.

Some of my reading this semester, Punk Planet book not included.

Oh, get ready to write too

The first big essay I ever wrote was my senior year of high school; it was a five-page comparison of Frankenstein and Wuthering Heights, and boy, did it stink.  “Get ready,” said my AP Lit teacher, “It’s going to be like this all the time in college.”  He was right!  There’s a lot of straight-up word hustling going on in English courses, but you won’t be assigned one-size-fits-all papers every time.  I’ve had to write everything from blog-style reading responses to 15-page research papers.  Right now my African-American Novels professor is all about the two-page assignments — long enough to get the point across but short enough to have to choose the right words and topic.  So be prepared for everything, including the 25 – 50 page capstone writing project your senior year, and don’t worry — you’ll have plenty of professors who will help you with style and grammar and all that tasty mumbo jumbo.


^ Rick Moody reading at Skidmore’s Summer Writers Institute

Your future is going to be AMAZING!!!

Hmm.  That subtitle is a little heavy on the exclamation points, but still, it’s the truth.  If you decide to be an English major, you might get a lot of people either wrinkling their nose and telling you that you won’t get a job, or else assuming you want to be a teacher post-graduation.  I’m of the mind that the English major prepares you for all kinds of jobs because it teaches you how to communicate ideas.  Communicating ideas well happens to be a very useful vocational skill; plus, we’re all regressing from phone calls and meetings to emails and texts, so writing skills are essential.  Plus, Skidmore is a liberal arts school and encourages all kinds of academic exploration during undergrad, so don’t be shy about majoring in a subject for which you have a passion.

Four words: fruit and cheese platters

The English department brings amazing writers to campus for readings and Q&As, both internationally known authors like Lorrie Moore and Dave Eggers and home turf heroes like Daniel Swift and Greg Hrbek.  These department events are usually accompanied by the renowned Skidmore Catering fruit and cheese platter.  It is sumptuous.  Splendid.  The peak of luxury.  Perfectly ripe grapes, cellophane-tipped toothpicks, Muenster cubes AND cheddar cubes.  There’s nothing better than walking away from an Allan Gurganus reading with a swirling brain and a pocket full of cheese — that really sums up the English major experience for me.

Skid Vid: A Walk Across Campus

Hello all!  It was so warm out today that I saw a theater class rehearsing some sort of kinetic performance outside near the science building, so balmy that people put on shorts and lounged around on the green while a DJ…er…DJ’ed.  It was too hot to wear tights with dresses, and way too hot for winter coats.  I’m not complaining.  Winters here are cold and snowy, so I’ll take as much freaky global warming weather as I can get.

Here’s a video I made for you guys.  It’s basically a li’l story about walking from the gym back to campus at night.  Sounds dull, but it isn’t!


Happy Wednesday! For those of you applying ED I to Skidmore, may the force be with your applications!

SkidMolly: 10 Things To Bring To College

  1. Christmas lights: The lights in your room are not warm, glowy, happy lights.  They are fluorescent.  Bring some warm, glowy, happy lights-on-a-string and hang them up in your room.  Every room I’ve seen with Christmas lights in it automatically seems more cheerful and better-decorated than rooms lit by dreary fluorescents.
  2. Pictures of friends and family: Going away to college means you will (probably) miss your family and friends back home.  It’s always nice to have reminders that they exist apart from Skype and Facebook, so get a bulletin board or one of those weird ribbon-board things and put up a photo collage.  Plus, you can edit your memories — if you had the Prom Date From Hell, by all means omit that picture of the awkward corsage-pinning.
  3. A flashlight: Skidmore, like the world, is not perfect.  Things malfunction.  Often these things are the lights.  Blackouts and power outages aren’t uncommon here, so a flashlight is your best friend.  You can also use a flashlight to hike into the North Woods (yes, real woods, not to be confused with Northwoods Apartments) and tell ghost stories.
  4. Your childhood stuffed animal: Don’t be ashamed.  If you’ve got a Piggie or a Star Blankie or a Winky (yes, those are my friends’ names for their own stuffed animals) you will absolutely regret not bringing he/she/it to school.  I’ve had Dog (he’s a dog) and Fuzzy (she’s a blanket) with me here at Skidmore since freshman year.  I thought about leaving them behind when I was packing — “What if my roommate thinks I’m weird? What if everyone is all mature and sleeps with body pillows instead of stuffed animals? I’m a huge baby” — but ended up bringing them.  I’m so happy I did.  Both my roommates had brought their own too.  Turns out being mature and loving your own personal Piggie are not mutually exclusive.

    Hattie Young '12 (one of my housemates last year) and I say hello to our little friends.

  5. Winter items: Snow pants, winter coat, snow boots, plastic sled, whatever you have.  If you’re from a warmer weather area, Saratoga Springs in the winter will knock your Humid Subtropical socks off.  It’s cold and it snows, so be prepared.  You never know when there will be a snow day or if you’ll end up joining Outing Club and going snowboarding at a nearby mountain.  Brrr.
  6. Dinnerware: Plates, cups, a knife and fork and spoon.  It doesn’t have to be fancy — actually, it really shouldn’t be fancy.  College students break stuff.  This is why we can’t have nice things.  Just some plastic stuff from Target will do; it’s always nice to have a plate onto which you can dump your takeout lo mein.
  7. Fuzzy slippers: The dorm rooms have carpeted floors, but it can never hurt to bring cozy things.  Bathrobes, Snuggies, extra blankets, and those squishy slipper-sock things also apply.
  8. DVDs/board games: Necessary for downtime — we’re busy bees at college, but sometimes an amount of time opens up that’s perfect for playing Apples to Apples (or Bananagrams, my favorite) or watching a movie.  If you have Jenga or Battleship in your room, you’ll be the coolest kid in school.
  9. Planner/calendar: You don’t necessarily need to bring one to school.  You can buy one at the Skid Shop if you wish.  Just have something that can help you to plan your life, write down your classes and exam schedules and otherwise make sure you’re organized enough to deal with the logistical succubus that college often is.  You don’t want to wake up one morning and discover that your a capella rehearsal and your neuroscience study group are at the exact same time on the exact same day.
  10. Alarm clock: In the same vein as the planner/calendar, this is for your academic benefit.  Bring something that will wake you up in the morning.  In fact, bring three different alarm clocks and put them in different parts of your abode.  Your roommates will hate you when all three alarms go off, but if you’ve got an Intro to Psychology exam at 9 am and you stayed up ’til 4 am studying for it, you’re going to want as many alarm clocks as can fit in your room.  Brrrring brrring!  Beep beep beep beep!!!

SkidMolly: Res Halls and Apartments

So you want to know what your res hall/dorm room/living spaces are going to be like?  My journey through Skidmore res hall living is similar to the trajectory of most other students here, so to give you an idea of what it’s like, here’s a year-by-year tour in words and pictures of the different places in which I’ve lived at Skidmore.

FRESHMAN YEAR: A triple in Howe-Rounds.

Triple rooms might be the bane of many a first-year’s existence, but I look at my triple experience as a county fair of sorts: sometimes it was easy and fun (like a carousel), sometimes it was a little uncomfortable (like riding the Tilt-a-Whirl after eating a corn dog) and sometimes it was absurd (like watching the pig race) but it was always entertaining and we all came out alive.

Awww, baby Molly! So eager to start college!

That's my freshman roommate Rae, drinking caramel sauce with a straw.

To use another extended metaphor, decorating when sharing a room with two other people is like making a smoothie.  You’re mixing all of your individual flavors together.  Sometimes your design senses are in harmony — like a mango peach pineapple smoothie, yum.  Sometimes your aesthetics aren’t so compatible and that’s when you get the dorm room equivalent of putting bananas, spinach and pomegranate in the blender together.  My room, Howe 134, often clashed.  It was okay.  Part of the experience and chaos of freshman year.

Oh, and it should be said: all dorm rooms come with a bed, desk, and closet/wardrobe space for each resident.  The Tibetan peace flags, octopus lamps, wall pops and posters of Bob Marley/Audrey Hepburn are all up to you.

SOPHOMORE YEAR: A single in Jonsson Tower.

I was an RA in a single room — living the sophomore dream.  My room had a killer view (I was on the tenth floor) and I was living by myself at school for the first time, which means many a night was spent making hot chocolate and enjoying the relative silence.

Badly lit, but check out that window seat.

The downside of not having a roommate is missing that special roommate camaraderie, but it was easily remedied by turning my single into a haven of tranquility, a little Zen room in the sky, a place to recover from the stress of the sophomore slump.  The sunsets from the tenth floor certainly did the trick.

JUNIOR YEAR: Scribner Village, woo wooo!

Scribner is one of the apartment complexes Skidmore has for upperclassmen, and it’s an upgrade and a downgrade at the same time.  Upgrade: living in a Scribner apartment means getting your own kitchen and living room, living in a community with fellow upperclassmen and picking the people you want to live with. Downgrade: Scribner was built 30 years ago as temporary housing and as such has a very “temporary” quality, to put it kindly.  My apartment, Hickory A, was like a bunk at a summer camp.

Part of a birthday celebration. We were all happier than we looked.

Scribner is down in the middle of a wooded area, so acorns rained down upon our roof and squirrels terrorized the Dumpsters.  Things flooded, things broke.  Some of it was our fault, like the time my housemate put dish soap in the dishwasher and white fluffy foam gushed out onto the kitchen floor.

Scribner was an exercise in survival.  We decorated it the best we could, had potlucks and movie marathons, and made it our own.

Soooo many DVD covers. 'S what happens when Blockbuster goes out of business.

Hickory A and the rest of Scribner are like Charlie Brown, or the Mets: lovable losers.  By the time you prospective students get here in the next couple of years, Scribner will be bulldozed and replaced with shiny new apartments, but it will always be remembered fondly by those who lived in those dingy boxes.

SENIOR YEAR: Northwoods — the ultimate.

Northwoods is the other apartment complex.  Living in the Northwoods apartments is like Swiss ski chalets without the pain of actually having to go skiing.  Note the recycling bins and compost buckets.  Also that door under the big 5 leads to the laundry room.  Huzzah!

Here is our kitchen/dining room.  Note the squishy butterfly chair, chili pepper lights and surfeit of coffee-making appliances.

The living room.  Note the Skidmore blanket (school spirit, cozy-style), neutral-colored couches and chairs that avoid offending anyone’s sensibilities, and  rolling hill/grassy knoll in the background.

My bedroom.  Note the book and notebook sitting on my bed, representing several hours of library work.

So that’s where I live now.  This little tour has made me nostalgic…hope you’ve enjoyed it!



SkidMolly: Skidmore A to Z

Here’s a li’l A-Z guide to some Skid vocabulary; know this stuff and you’ve practically got a college degree already.  Study up y’all.

A Capella — Skidmore has six a capella groups: the Sonneteers (all-female), the Accents (all-female), the Drastic Measures (co-ed/charity), the Dynamics (co-ed), the Bandersnatchers (all-male) and the Treblemakers (co-ed/all-inclusive).  These groups sing without any instruments in the background.  They sing all the time.  You’re going to leave a capella jams singing things like “dooo be dooo be dooby” and “la la laaaa shoom ba da ba” for the rest of the night.

Burgess — the café in Case Center.  They sell coffee and snax.  If you have a class before 10:10 am you will absolutely hit up Burgess on the regular, as early classes necessitate replacing at least 60% of your blood with caffeine.

Chicken Finger Fridays — it sounds silly.  Or mundane.  What’s the big deal about chicken fingers, right?  Wait until you hit up D-hall on Friday and see mounds of perfectly golden chicken fingers as far as the eye can see, complete with the dipping sauce of your choice.  These aren’t your mushy, super-processed, high school cafeteria-grade chicken fingers either.  These are the real deal.  When I was a junior I got a modified meal plan just so I could eat at Chicken Finger Friday.

D-hall — the dining hall.  I did SCOOP for my Pre-Or (see below) and all of the upperclassmen PAs were talking about “D-hall”.  “What is D-hall?” I, the naive first-year, asked.  “Uh…the dining hall,” they said.  So that’s the great story about how I learned to call the dining hall D-hall.

Elevator (Jonsson Tower) — Jonsson Tower is a residence hall and, at eleven stories, happens to be the tallest building in Saratoga.  Thus it is the only res hall with elevators, making it the top choice for lazy people everywhere.  Hot tip: take the ‘vator all the way up to the Penthouse and check out the nice mountain view.

Fun Day — on one of the last days of the spring semester, SGA puts on a massive daytime event involving student bands, bouncy castles, “sumo wrestling”, freeze pops, and the longest barbecue grill-line I’ve ever seen.  Everyone has gone stir-crazy from staying inside all winter so the ladies put on their bikinis, dudes wear lacrosse pinnies (whether or not they actually play lacrosse), and everyone enjoys the sunshine and eats hot dogs and does other stuff.  So Fun Day is…the best day at Skidmore.  Hot tip: snag the free sunglasses ASAP.

The Green — the huge stretch of grass closed in by Howe and Rounds Halls, D-hall, and Case Center.  Good hangin’ out place.  Frisbees everywhere.  Occasionally someone will bust out a slackline and that’s when things really get crazy.

Health Services — they’re in the basement of Jonsson Tower.  They do a little bit of everything: take care of you if you have swine flu, prescribe meds, do physicals for people about to go abroad, test for STDs, dole out birth control, and generally make sure the Skid population is happy and healthy.

Intramural Sports — people play them.  Tennis, softball, basketball, volleyball, whatever.  Quidditch practice has started too.  Don’t abandon your shin guards and lacrosse sticks just because you’re not playing at the varsity level.

Junior Ring — a semi-formal dance at the end of fall semester.  Hot tip: save your prom dresses, ladies.

Keurig Coffeemaker — when you go to the Admissions building for your tours and interviews, the coffee maker uses K-cups!  If you don’t drink coffee, might as well start now.  Sorry, this was a stretch.  I couldn’t think of anything else for K.

Lucy Scribner Library — the source of all student productivity on campus.  Come to the library to Get. Stuff. Done.  There’s a café, a ton of computers (both Mac and PC), a writing center where you can get help on papers, great librarians, a s*&#load of books, individual and group study rooms, and window seats with cozy chairs.  Oh, and the third floor is silent.  I’m blogging in the library as we speak.

MB 107 — the intro class you need to take if you’re going to be a Business major.  It involves making/presenting business plans and from what I’ve heard, it’s really intense.  Not for the faint of heart.  When you see girls wearing business casual skirts and boys wearing ties and suit jackets, that’s when you know it’s the presentation day for MB 107.

Off-Campus Study (Office Of) — where you go when you want to study abroad or do an exchange.  Here’s a sampling of places you can study: France, England, Spain, China, Australia, the Netherlands, Peru, Ecuador, Ghana, Senegal, Vietnam, Turkey.  59% of the class of ’11 studied abroad. That’s a lot of people.  Hot tip: study abroad.

Pre-Or — programs you can do before starting your freshman year.  SCOOP is probably the most popular; it’s an outdoorsy camping/hiking/canoeing program with different degrees of outdoorsiness depending on how willing you are to live for three days without an actual toilet.  There are on-campus Pre-Ors with the theater (theatre?) department, the Skidmore newspaper, and programs involving volunteering, music writing, and other good things.  Great option if you want to leave for college a few days early!

Questions — have more?  Ask me! I don’t bite.

RAs — your res hall will have an RA on each floor.  You can tell your RA lots of stuff: “I’m homesick,” “I hate my roommate(s),” “My ceiling light isn’t working,” “I’m struggling with an eating disorder,” “The people next door are making too much noise,” “I’m stressed ouuuuutttttt,” and so on.  RAs are concerned with your wellbeing and safety; they are not police officers or party poopers.  I was an RA in Jonsson Tower my sophomore year and can say with experience that RAs are special people who are there to help.  Hot tip: when you meet your RA, give ’em a bear hug.

SGA — Student Government Association.  Class presidents, secretaries, treasurers, social chairs, and so on.  They plan events, they regulate regulations, they do lots of stuff for the student body.  Last weekend we had Oktoberfest — the cats at SGA had games on the green, a dance at Falstaffs, a Dunkin’ Donuts study break, and even a beer tent for us legal folks.  SGA has that whole “of the people, by the people, for the people” thing going on.

Thoroughbreds — that’s us.  We used to be the Wombats but wombats aren’t very distinguished or intimidating (still charming though).  Our mascot goes to games and wears a horse suit and will give you a high-five if you want one.

Uncommon Grounds vs Saratoga Coffee Traders — the ongoing battle of where to go off-campus for coffee.  Uncommon Grounds has a crazy selection of bagels and a good, studious/comfy atmosphere but sometimes the service is rough.  Coffee Traders has wrap sandwiches named after famous racehorses, not to mention amazing hibiscus iced tea and a miniature candy store in the back, but it doesn’t have as much seating as Uncommon Grounds.  I like to split my time between the two.  Both of their bacon-egg-cheese bagels are a Saturday morning necessity.  Also, don’t you dare go to Starbucks.

Vagina Monologues — the Feminist Action Network puts it on every year, student-acted and student-directed.  Great for people who love theater and people who love women.

WSPN — the Skidmore radio station.  You can host your own radio show (first-time DJs usually get a time slot at like 4 in the morning) and theme it or just play whatever random songs you want to play, but beware putting your music on shuffle and risk playing “Aaron’s Party (Come Get It)” for all the world to hear.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

X-ercize Science — NOT how it’s spelled, but the Exercise Science major is one of the fastest-growing majors at Skidmore.  We’ve got some crazy bone density measuring device that’s only at two colleges: Skidmore and Stanford.  ‘Nuff said.

Yoga Club — we have one.  Join it.  Downward-facing-dog your life away.  Namaste.

Zankel — our new music building, replacing a sweaty, humid old music building.  Zankel looks like the world’s most beautiful hospital.  The main performance hall is supa dupa fly.  Also it’s another place to bring performers (as if we needed any more); last year we had Jenny & Johnny and Ani DiFranco, plus a bunch of classical concerts I happen to have missed.

There you have it.  Any further questions about any of these entities, drop me a line in the comment box or ask me via Formspring.

SkidMolly: Sundays

I have a feeling that when I look back on my Skidmore life, Sundays will be what I’ll remember most fondly.  A Skidmore Sunday is special, alternately anxious and dreamy, usually revolving around coffee and light naps and wide wooden library tables.  Sunday is when you catch up on all the work you said you were going to do on Saturday but didn’t do because you decided to watch ten straight episodes of Boy Meets World with your friends instead.  Sunday is when you go to Burgess Café and get a large Pumpkin Spice coffee and eight packets of sugar.  Sunday is when you hit the library unshowered in a flannel shirt and sweatpants, dragging a backpack full of Shakespeare and sociology up the stairs like you’re Sisyphus on the hill.  Sunday is when you write astounding amounts of a paper in record speeds only to follow it up with a silent Skype chat with your best friend at a different school.  Sundays are pleasant and exhausting.


When I lived in the res halls freshman and sophomore year, my Sunday routine was set.  I’d wake up too late, scarf scrambled eggs in d-hall, then hole up in Scribner Library for the next five hours until the dinner hour arrived.  D-hall (that’s what we call the dining hall, seeing as “Murray-Aikens” and “the dining hall” both have too many syllables) has a pretty great track record for serving sushi on Sunday nights, so after six pieces of California roll and a trip to the Sunday Sundae table (that’s right — buckets of ice cream, zillions of toppings) it was back to the library.  Late-night — the period of time between 8pm and 11pm during which all kinds of fried and cheesy goodies are up for grabs at d-hall — was optional but preferred.  My Sundays were long bouts of schoolwork punctuated by meals.  It was awesome.


Now I no longer have an unlimited meal plan, so d-hall doesn’t have much of a place in my Sunday, but the same relaxed, overtired, work-stimulated mood persists.  They aren’t Sundays, they’re Sun-dazed.  Everyone’s tired, still in pajamas sometimes, nodding to each other.  “How was your weekend?”  Sundays have a wonderful progression of time.  I can finish reading a novel for class, catch up on the news, outline an essay, read a few classmates’ short stories for fiction workshop and still have time to go to my friend’s house off-campus for chocolate cake and the new Family Guy episode.  Sundays are wide swaths of space for both work and play.  Monday’s due dates loom, but I still float through the day like one of the Frisbees whizzing softly across the green.  Skidmore Sundays are special because they make the busy weeks worth it.

A Day in the Life

Thursdays: for me, they’re way busier than Wednesdays, kind of busier than Mondays, and not as busy as Tuesdays. Here’s my Thursday.

9:25 Accompany friend Caroline to the Atrium for pre-class coffee. The Atrium is the front segment of the dining hall, a little convenience store where you can buy coffee, snacks, Hot Pockets and delicious tubes of chocolate chip cookie dough. And hey, Dunkin’ Donuts donuts for sale.

It’s rainy today. Rain at Skidmore means half the campus is prepared and the other half forgets to look outside before exiting the res halls. There are rain boots and soggy sneakers in equal proportion. The tree on the green is turning all autumnal!

9:40 Go to class – Shakespeare’s Comedies, Histories and Romances. Professor Cahn likens Richard II to today’s politics. If Henry Herford has the charisma of a Clinton or an Obama, our friend Richie the Second is more like…John Kerry. Class is entertaining; at one point, Prof Cahn waves his hands around and says, “You can’t miss this line! Your whole day will be ruined!”

So much stuff to do: submit art for a gallery show, vote for Student Government Association Positions, go to a concert at Putnam Den...

11:10 Go to next class – 20th Century African American Novels. We’re reading Their Eyes Were Watching God. Discussion is good – our professor guides us without getting dictatorial. I also love that this course is taught by the head of the English department and he still managed to learn all of our names. He even went around our circle and got ‘em all right. We golf-clapped for him.

12:30 Go home and eat a quick grilled cheese sammich before hitting the library. I’m writing up some discussion notes for my senior English seminar and working on a review of the latest Das Racist album. Library is peaceful.

3:40 Senior seminar on James Joyce’s Ulysses. We all have to take turns leading the discussions and today’s my turn. We talk about nightmares, Hamlet, the Odyssey, milkmaids, med students, Catholicism, drinking black coffee, and making fun of poets. It goes well. The nine of us in the class all have to write 40+ page papers by the end of the semester. SCARY STUFF INDEED.

5:15 The annual Fox-Adler book arts lecture is the next building over: Irvin Ungar talks about the Polish artist Arthur Szyk, who did everything from medieval-style illuminated manuscripts to anti-Nazi propaganda cartoons to an illustrated Haggadah. The colors Szyk uses are brilliant – Ungar shows us a really charming picture of men with cotton candy hued turbans.  Once Szyk’s art was on a billboard in Times Square — does that ever happen anymore?

Ungar also tells us a story about how he got Szyk (who died in 1951) a show in the German Historical Museum in 2008 by sheer luck; the museum director had just had a cancellation, and Ungar proposed the show to him at the opportune moment. The whole lecture was fascinating, especially owing to Ungar’s oratory prowess. Real books aren’t dead, y’all.

6:30 Snag complimentary cheese cubes from lecture reception, then head home just in time for massive rainstorm. It is dumping buckets outside. Make tea and watch telly.


I’m Molly O’Brien, class of 2012.  Welcome to my blog!  I’m so excited to start introducing all of you prospective students to Skidmore College.  A personal introduction is probably in order so you can get to know about the person who’s transmitting all this information to you across the blogosphere.

I’m an English major and French minor.  My involvement at Skidmore is all over the place: I’ve been an admissions ambassador, I’ve worked in the dining hall, I’m involved with Residential Life, I’ve been in Cabaret Troupe shows and occasionally I dabble in the Random Acts of Crafts club.  When not partaking in school things, I write fiction and music reviews, get lost in fashion blogs for hours, and occasionally go bowling.

I consider myself a "creative" bowler.

There will be a little bit of everything on this blog: interviews with students and campus leaders, profiles of cool clubs and organizations, recaps of Skidmore events, fun things to do around Saratoga Springs (Skidmore’s upstate NY home), and personal stories.  Any suggestions you have are welcome — pop ’em in the comments section.  And of course, feel free to ask me anything about Skidmore.  I’ll be updating regularly, so check here often.