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Posts tagged Williams College

Jan27

I was already pretty excited to go see the Williams kids run at Reggie…

Because I love my team and I love track and I haven’t seen any pole vaulting in far too long.

BUT THEN I realized that I can totally make Coach crack my back, which has been sorely needing a cracking for days now. So now I’m like, extra excited.

2 notes #miss you fletchy pants #williams college #track and field

Nov13

I took this picture on an afternoon in June, one of those empty ones right before graduation where the only thing to do was wait for it to be drinking time.  Wait, and also try to figure out how to say goodbye to everything and everyone I’d loved for four straight years.     I took almost 200 pictures that afternoon.  It began as a practical project—I wanted a reference, a way to look back at the Williamstown that I knew even after it began to change.  I envisioned showing these pictures off at my fifty-year reunion.   Back in my day, there was a huge ugly library in the middle of the humanities quad.  It had these things called books in it.  They were like ebooks, but they weighed more.   Also, sometimes people would have sex in the monkey carrels.  Don’t ask me what a monkey carrel is, I’ve never used one*.  Look.  See.  I have proof.   But underneath all that, the photography mission was really about closure.  It gave me an excuse to walk the bounds of campus one last time, to revisit the physical spaces that are the backdrop to so many of my memories.  We used to make fun of Steve** for “saying goodbye to the track” every year before leaving for the summer, but the sentiment makes sense.   Tonight I’m looking at these pictures in an attempt to wade through the emotional-hangover that is the day after Homecoming.  When I started this post I assumed that, by the end of it, I would be able to come to some sort of concise summation of how incredible, and how strange, and how also surprisingly not-strange this weekend was.  But now I’m realizing that I don’t have the distance on it yet to do anything but ramble.   So, I’ll spare you and instead just confirm that L. Frank Baum was right— for better or worse, there’s no place quite like home***.   *It’s true.  Never ventured to that particular section of Sawyer. **Standard practice ***Please excuse the corniness, but what can I say?  I bleed purple.  Plus, I’m working on like 4 hours of sleep here.  My body hates me so you don’t have to. 

I took this picture on an afternoon in June, one of those empty ones right before graduation where the only thing to do was wait for it to be drinking time.  Wait, and also try to figure out how to say goodbye to everything and everyone I’d loved for four straight years.    

I took almost 200 pictures that afternoon.  It began as a practical project—I wanted a reference, a way to look back at the Williamstown that I knew even after it began to change.  I envisioned showing these pictures off at my fifty-year reunion.  

Back in my day, there was a huge ugly library in the middle of the humanities quad.  It had these things called books in it.  They were like ebooks, but they weighed more.   Also, sometimes people would have sex in the monkey carrels.  Don’t ask me what a monkey carrel is, I’ve never used one*.  Look.  See.  I have proof.  

But underneath all that, the photography mission was really about closure.  It gave me an excuse to walk the bounds of campus one last time, to revisit the physical spaces that are the backdrop to so many of my memories.  We used to make fun of Steve** for “saying goodbye to the track” every year before leaving for the summer, but the sentiment makes sense.  

Tonight I’m looking at these pictures in an attempt to wade through the emotional-hangover that is the day after Homecoming.  When I started this post I assumed that, by the end of it, I would be able to come to some sort of concise summation of how incredible, and how strange, and how also surprisingly not-strange this weekend was.  But now I’m realizing that I don’t have the distance on it yet to do anything but ramble.  

So, I’ll spare you and instead just confirm that L. Frank Baum was right— for better or worse, there’s no place quite like home***.  

*It’s true.  Never ventured to that particular section of Sawyer.

**Standard practice

***Please excuse the corniness, but what can I say?  I bleed purple.  Plus, I’m working on like 4 hours of sleep here.  My body hates me so you don’t have to. 

2 notes #homecoming '11 #zero-year reunion #Williams College #love love love

Dec16

Four Years Ago Today

I went to the bank to cash in my piggy bank.

In actuality, it was a painted glass decanter that I’d kept my change in for years; it wasn’t shaped like a pig at all.  Despite its lack of snout, there was $94.77 inside and so I can’t say that I complained too much. While I was in the middle of pouring all those nickels and dimes into the change-counter thing at Commerce bank, my mother called to tell me that an envelope from Williams had arrived.

And here we are.

This afternoon, I signed an initial contract for the next year of my life and mailed it off to Boston.  The mixture of excitement and nervousness in the pit of my stomach felt exactly the same as that day I was accepted Early Decision to college.  

In many ways, I am no longer that girl who clutched that purple folder to her chest so many months ago, and imagined her life in Williamstown.  I am more sure of myself, more sure of the person that I want to become.  I am more aware of the world and of my place in it.  

But still, I am a soul in transition.  Still, l am trying to figure it out.

Here’s hoping the next year is as incredible as the past four have been.  

EDIT: I JUST FOUND AN IT’S/ITS MISTAKE IN HERE AND, WELL, LET’S JUST SAY I’M NOT TOO HAPPY WITH MYSELF. ahem. 

2 notes #hallelujah i'm employed #Williams College #where does all the time go?