schoellkopf field.

i have been to schoellkopf field three times in my undergraduate career

the first time i was a mere sophomore watching a few of my friends intoxicate themselves from the 7 & 7 concoction being passed around in a camelpak during a sprint football game.

the second time i was listening to maya angelou speak (ps she was absolutely hilarious...the woman is now in my top five people i want to sit down and have a drink with) about how "courage is the most important virtue, for without it, no other virtue can be practiced consistently," at my senior convocation.

the third time i was sitting amongst my fellow design major loves and my best friend of the senior class listening to our president david skorton talk about social responsibility, particularly social entrepreneurship, one of my great passions, at my undergraduate commencement from cornell university.

a strange feeling caming over me that third time sitting on schoellkopf field...it seems as if all of the dumb drama and bullshit i was dealing with over the past four years just disappeared and renewed sense of accomplishment and purpose came over me. i have a college degree, an incredible support network, and a ridiculously strong energy...

i can do anything. now lets see what i do with this anything.

the irony of it all

senior week is an entire week-long fiesta of debauchery where all cornellians attempt to kill the braincells they worked so hard to develop over the past four years...


off to wine tour number uno.

going out with a bang

this semester has come to an end. and here is the final deliverable i have to show from my cornell career (the final product of my previous work in progress):


and here's me with my woodworking love child:


and here's the best woodshop piece of machinery EVER:


it is referred to as snuffy, as in snuffleupagus, and was given this name by paul, the most adorable "i want you to be my grandpa" professor ever. and this is him with my woodworking lovechild:


thanks paul and all the other amazing professors who have helped me figure out where i fit in the world over these past four years. you make me paying over $120,000 for my education well worth it.

and im out.

funny is just a great way to jiu jitsu reality

i stumbled upon this while exploring the dvd of bickford shmeckler's cool ideas, a movie i netflixed because i have a huge fantasy crush on patrick fugit. not only did i get my dose of lovin from mr fugit, i also got an amazingly thought provoking dose of reality...

humor is one of those human universals that really can trump anything if you let it. scott lew seems to understand that best, articulated perfecting in the title of this post.

vent.

senile old men at the age of 78 should not be allowed to be solely responsible for your grade due to their tendency to be contradictory in their feedback, not get back to you in a timely manner about meeting, have grossly messy handwriting, have no understanding of current technology, and are uncompromisingly set in their ways.

this one credit pass/fail sustainable development class has given me more grief than i thought was humanly possible, and my professor needs to get off his fuckin high-business-school horse, be consistent with his feedback, respect other people's schedules (aka show up when he schedules a meeting with you), understand our inability to meet him with only 15 minutes warning, and clean his office...

ok its 230am. im done now.

she said it more beautifully than i could ever...

college is a stepping stone, not the edge of the cliff.

thank you elise cordell.

in...out...

lately its been really hard for me to breathe. i dont mean that metaphorically, i mean i actually have trouble breathing. at first i blamed it on the change in weather, but its three week consistency leads me to believe its more than allergies...

i believe its a physical manifestation of the ridiculous mental and emotional strain that is graduation. everyone around me is viewing it as such a finite end, as if our best years are now behind us. people are starting to call each other more to squeeze in that last lunch or coffee date or chapter house thursday. my friends have been finishing their last final/paper/project of their undergraduate career and having near breakdowns when they realize thats it...thats college.

thats right thats college. and now im ready for some new adventures.