A Different Type of Marathon
In honor of Marathon Monday and the numerous papers, projects, and tests that will consume everyone's time from now until the end of the semester, I present to you a different type of marathon...
Reasons to Love Tufts (right now): John Piermarini
The cookie man.
Since the beginning of the semester, I have heard mutterings amongst my hall mates and classmates, comments in Carm on Friday evening and at frat parties, and mentions on facebook and twitter of the cookie man.
I thought it was fundraising for a club, but as it turns out, it is John Piermarini’s new business: biking around campus on weekend nights in an orange jumpsuit delivering chocolate chip and snickerdoodle cookies to Tufts students with a sweet tooth.
Six cookies, five dollars, and me and my roommate are set for the night.
Procrastination Nation
For the last week and a half I have been struggling with the WORST case of procrastination. I have managed to convince myself that there are about a hundred things that are more important to do than study for my finals.
These things have included: cleaning my room multiple times; watching GoldenEye and then Casino Royale; writing two thank you notes to people that I stayed with during my gap year; making a Christmas shopping schedule, complete with gift ideas for people and possible stores where I will find them; reading Feminist Ryan Gosling over and over and over again (http://feministryangosling.tumblr.com/); and writing this blog entry.
I can almost convince myself that I have been productive. After all, I have all of my shopping done, my room is nearly spotless, I am all packed to go home on Tuesday, and this blog entry is half done! But then I remember the exams I have tomorrow and Tuesday and that one last paper of the semester (also due Tuesday).
I even went off Facebook for...
Granite State of Mind
You should know that I am from a very, very, very small town in NH. It’s smaller than Tufts, smaller than the class of 2015; counting in at somewhere around 250 residents, it is smaller even than many of the dorms. As you can imagine, I am unbelievably excited to be living in Boston.
My mind is still blown by the fact that at 10:30 in the evening, a group of us from Miller can ride the Joey down to Davis for ice cream. Nightlife in Northern New Hampshire wraps up around 8:00 and by 9, we’re all snuggled into our beds. I love that my friends and I can spontaneously hop on the T and in 5 minutes be in Harvard Square and in another 15 be in downtown Boston. Decent shopping in NH is at least an hour away from where I live. And streetlights! There are so many here in Boston. But there isn’t a single one in my town, and all I have to guide me to the outhouse is the clear night sky (just kidding. About the outhouse anyway).
You must be thinking, where does this chick live? Let me direct you...
Divided Loyalties
This debate is not to be taken lightly. It divides friendships, determines what social scene you fit into, and is an important factor in choosing where you live during each of your four years at Tufts.