Hello, spring term.
I love your weather; I dislike your work.
Yesterday: poetry analysis in German. Result: I now know how to say “iambic” in German. I have challenged myself to somehow make this knowledge useful when I go to Berlin in the fall.
Today: essay defending liberal intergovernmentalism. You’d think it would be easier to write about something with which you agree. You’d be wrong.
Tomorrow: completing the first installment of one of two TKS projects for this term. I’m following four of your lovely peers around for the term, documenting their relative workloads and how they manage their time. It’s as close as I’ll ever get, I feel, to somehow quantifying the college experience. Should I even attempt it? Maybe not. I met a freshman at SNu on Friday night/Saturday morning who had never heard of the Tunak dance (a SNu tradition, for the unenlightened) and watched her wide-eyed amusement as everyone started jumping around and screaming what sounds like gibberish to those unfamiliar with Tunak. While it may be our academics and extracurriculars that shape our career paths, it’s our experiences that shape who we are, from the grand and life-changing to the seemingly ridiculous. It’s a truth I’ll hopefully be able to communicate in my pieces.
I interviewed Andrea Houlihan yesterday for an article, and she said that what drew her to journalism the most (she’s a self-designed International Journalism major) was the opportunity to share stories. To Ari, Sam, Mackenzie, and Marcus: thank you for agreeing to essentially let me stalk you. I hope I can do your stories justice.