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A classic canopy tree on one of those crisp, not yet spring, but not winter days
I'm consistently surprised every year at the pattern of snow melting to show off the steam tunnels connecting Taylor and Thomas halls
I remember being told that Canadian geese migrate and not believing it. In NJ, there are geese hanging around all year. In PA, there's a little more recognizable migration...
Robins always come a little early for the spring...but they certainly foretell it
it's not just students being helled, 1st and 2nd year professors can also be helled
some advice for junior year
A treasured moment for seniors is getting to read their favorite bedtime story to the underclasswomen
the freshwomen have be in confinement. They cannot see the light of day and generally spend the afternoon in their dorm common rooms. If they must walk from one place to another, they will be blindfolded.
My college is best known as a studyholic school. With a rigorous academic reputation, you better believe we feel it. So every year, when Hell Week rolls around it's a very happy break from routine. For one week, the campus is insane in all kinds of goofy, non-harmful ways. basically, each freshwoman gets a Heller from the sophmore class. Their hellers create a schedule of tasks which can range from stealing the president's (of the college) toilet seat to doing something every time a professor says a certain word (like say, economics in a macroeconomic class), etc. Classes are constantly interrupted and since the libraries are hell-free zones, they're the emptiest they'll be all year.
The rugby and crew frosh arguably have the most complex, action-packed, collective tasks. They are technically in rivalry but for the returning of the laundry detergent task, they collaborate. (Social honor code says that since you label your detergent, it's fine to leave it in the laundry rooms.) Last year, the notes apparently admonished you for leaving your stuff lying around.
It hasn't at all melted away...
The East Coast doesn't really get much powder but this winter has brought us some which blows out dramatically whenever the wind blows
I love summer berries, they're my favorite fruit and I'll eat them as meals. Winter berries aren't quite edible but they always remind me of the bounty yet to come.
I used to live in the dorm next to Goodhart. Behind the dorm is a giant hill just the right steepness to go "traying." So to escape the shrieks of people falling off their minuscule cafeteria trays but still enjoy the winter snow, I used to instead hang out right next door. This time...I really needed a path...there are steps under there but there was so much snow it didn't really matter.
I actually dislike straight, 'clean' lines. I much prefer curves in photography, the books I make, the architecture that I admire. Here's a curve at Goodhart, accentuated by the remains of a light snowfall
So when my friend didn't know what to do with the birdcage she brought back from Afghanistan, I offered to hang it in my window. Now if I'm in my room at the right angle of sun...
Some more evidence that we could benefit by some animal friends at my college! I mean, when we resort to sculpting them out of snow...
