1999


Sophomore year, and still alive. I realize now how much of a carefree life I had lead as a freshman. Ah those were the days... Well being a sophomore isn't all that bad. Swarthmore is feeling more _comfortable_ this year. But I have doubts I'll ever feel _right_ here. It's a struggle to piece together myself, my swattie self, and then my home self all into one person here at Swarthmore or anywhere else at the moment. However, I feel that the experiences that I have had here have been worthwhile, thought-provoking, and actually a little fun. I wonder whether it's just because I'm 19 and away from home that I'm struggling about who I am and I want to do (I mean really want to do). Or is it just Swarthmore that makes me feel out of place. I've got to admit sometimes I'm surrounded by people and just wonder if somehow I've slipped into some dimensional world from the twilight zone. But no one ever really feels like they fit in at Swat, or if they do they're one of those 5-year students that love the place so much they want to stay another year--I don't plan on being one of those (:

If anything Swarthmore is about individuality which can work for or against you. There's just something about Swarthmore that you just can't place. It's weird here, that's all I can say about it. But I was told by a friend as I talked to her once about how misplaced I felt at Swarthmore and she replied that I shouldn't worry so much about what it means to "be a Swattie" but just work on being myself and finding out what that means.

But life isn't always like the twilight zone at Swat, I've made some great friends here, and when we do all get together (at an ungodly hour of the night) and just gab about whatever. Most of the time we just end up talking about everything from our lack of love lives to just making faces at eachother. A good part of the time is spent laughing our heads off about some kooky think or other.


4/27/00
So it's nearing the end of the year. Sophomore year is due for an evaluation. I learned a few things and had some good times. I must admit that first semester and second semester were totally different worlds. I was actually having some fun this semester but now it's coming to an end. Swarthmore doesn't seem like the twilight zone anymore. But still, it's a land full of individuals with unique viewpoints on life, to say it mildly. These strong viewpoints can mean strong criticism. If your views conflict with theirs you're in for some time in defending yourself, but hey that's cool--more to talk about in sharples.

So what are the substantial things I've learned this year? Silverware can speak (Anna a spoon with an identity crisis , Shiela Spoon the nicotine addict, Dashing Knife, Knife's buddy Roger the Opera singing fork). Interesting things can come forth when five people of different lifestyles live in one three room block. Xylem on the inside Phloem on the outside. Getting a job is about finding out what you really want to do then applying, not the other way around. The walk from Pittenger to campus can be quite pleasant at times. Enrique Iglesias has a real sexy voice. Bean plants run on a circadian rhythm. I've probably learned some other things to but they slip my mind at the moment...


4/29/01
Junior Year. Sitting comfortably in the seat of upperclassman-ness. Didn't realize how miserable I really was as a sophomore. A lot probably attributed to the fact that I really lacked sleep last year. I still am lacking sleep this year but am less bothered because I've decided to just allow my academic/social pursuits to take precedence to my health, c'est la vie. Way too much time spent this year trying to figure out what to do with my life and why love life is so lackluster. Making resolutions to talk less about work when I'm with my friends has been really positive. Along with the fact that I've decided to take less crap from people and not be less afraid to be on my own. This has sometimes made me feel somewhat like a hermit but also has given me a greater independence and freedom in pursuing those things that I really care about. The feeling of college life and life in general is merging and smoothing itself out finally. Categorizations in life have become less and less important to me, and am looking forward to finding more unity in being thinking, etc. Personal criticisms too sentimental, too critical, and too much time spent on looking for deeper meanings. I think I might like to travel after graduation.
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