Archive for May, 2010

Effortlessly Vermont
May 31, 2010

Happy Memorial day to everyone!

Audrey and I have had quite the busy weekend (what with the valiant return of our pals Gemma, Abigail, and Ava). We decided that this 3-day-weekend of ours would be full of the adventures and bubbly-make-you-smile-sun-shiny-goodness that is so quintessentially summer.

And, because we are located in the beautiful state of Vermont, our three days were filled to the brim with typical Vermontian activities, which are detailed below.

Saturday: The Farmer’s Market

At 9:00 AM every Saturday morning in Marble Works, one can find a plethora of baked goods (we like the croissants from the Vergennes Laundrey tent), herbs, cheese, and local Vermonters selling their wares at the Middlebury Farmer’s Market. Because it can sometimes (always) be somewhat tricky (extremely difficult) to wake up early on Saturday’s during the school year to go to the farmer’s market, Audrey and I decided that we would go every Saturday during the summer (it’s too quaint to pass up).

This particular Saturday was kids day, which meant that there was face painting, children decked-out in wonderful tie-dyed attire (you’ll have to excuse my passion for tie-dye here), and a large white rabbit (I’m not sure if the rabbit was there for the children or not. Audrey and I almost seemed more fascinated by it than the kids).

There is nothing like being able to engage with the community in which you attend school. For me, it makes the experience of going to college all the more authentic and interesting.

After our Farmer’s Market adventure we met up with Gemma, Abigail, and Ava and eventually ended up at the Farmer’s Diner munching on cheese fries and laughing at the lack-of-sleep-induced desperation that our three friends were experiencing. We hung out for the rest of the night in preparations for the frivolities of Sunday.

Sunday: Bristol

Bristol is one of those Vermont communities gushing with that small-town nostalgia that beckons city-dwellers and the occasional band of college students to breach its picturesque boundaries. We decided to venture to this lovely town on Sunday because while Middlebury is a fantastic place to be, it’s pretty easy to get stir crazy here. So we piled into Gemma’s macchina (I need to brush up on my Italian in preparation for Language School in a few weeks) and headed onward.

When we arrived in Bristol, we made our way to the Bristol Café and Bakery, an eatery in the style of Carol’s Hungry Mind Café in Midd. After spending $ 2.25 on a tea pot (which you could then fill with the tea of your choice and refill whenever you wanted to. Which happened to be about 8 times for us) we nestled around a table on the street. With books and tea in hand, we spent the better part of 2 hours soaking up the sun and enjoying the various people that came in and out of the café (including a group of elderly bicyclists and a particularly cool young boy with spiderman sunglasses).

While not particularly exciting, the outing was nonetheless gratifyingly relaxing, providing us all with that feeling of leisure that, as we age, seems more and more fleeting.

Our day concluded with trampoline jumping back at Middlebury and a late night showing of Mulan (in which we rediscovered Disney’s inability to accurately represent politically correct ethnic situations).

Monday: The Middlebury Memorial Day’s Parade

I am a big fan of parades, so when I heard that Middlebury was going to be having a Memorial’s Day parade today, it was like my destiny had been revealed unto me. Or..well at least the destiny associated with what I was going to do with my 9:00 AM – 10:00 AM window of time this morning. I, and the rest of my parade-loving patriots, marched onward into Middlebury this morning at 8:50 AM only to find that half of the town (you’d think I was exaggerating) was already there, lining the streets in eager anticipation for the candy that was sure to come their way. We were surprised at the crowd as evidenced by Ava’s exclamation, “WHERE HAVE YOU ALL BEEN HIDING?”

The parade was a smashing success, full of all the things good parades should have: candidates for governor, war veterans, cub scouts, marching bands, and bagpipes (?) The only strange component of the parade was when this truck drove forward with a trailer attached to it, which held the contents of what I could best assume was a very angsty group of high school (?) boys singing a rather depressing rock song. The band name was Departure and as they drove forward, you could feel the raw emotion pouring out of every ironic guitar chord they strummed (as pictured below).

Also, for your enjoyment, is a short video of one of the more exciting parts of the parade when a group of clowns burst forth with drums and crazy dancing. A feast for the eyes some might say.

All in all, the weekend was a delightful preview into what a Vermont summer can truly be.

Cody

Writing on the Wall
May 29, 2010

Today, Cody and I made a great discovery. While attempting (and ultimately failing) to lower the other bed in my room, we found writing under the windowsill. It is clear that there used to be much more writing but it has worn off. Some interesting excerpts from the chronicles of Battell 152 include:

  • Roman Maoaya was here in 1984 from Costa Rica.
  • I wish they all could be California girls.
  • (In reference to above) I agree!
  • Drink on the 50 yd line. Stay at bars all night.
  • And our own addition:

Summer 2010 "2 Front Teeth" Audrey Tolbert Cody Gohl

Excuse the writing of a kindergartner. Who knew it was so hard to write upside down, in the dark, while trapped under a bed?

Audrey

Check, please
May 28, 2010

We are a very spoiled bunch at Middlebury College.

Why? We have no meal plan and, therefore, eat as much food as we want whenever we want. Which is fantastic.

When the dining halls are open.

But, when they are closed like they are now (as the school transitions from the regular year to Language Schools in a few weeks), the average Midd student is faced with the real world dilemma of having to feed him or herself, a task that I thought would be easy enough. I am, afterall, a 19 year old who got into Middlebury, I can plan meals for 2 weeks!

Right?

Wrong.

First, a little background: From the time I was old enough to use scissors, my dad had me cutting out grocery store coupons. Some would call my dad ‘cheap’ but I like to think of him as a man who knows how to feed thousands of people with only 2 loaves of bread and 5 fish (even if the bread happened to be 3 loaves of day-old bakery bread and the fish was 25 cans of buy-1-get-4-free tuna). So, like my father, I am wary to spend money on anything, including food (I was, however, more than happy to pay $10 one time for a complete tuxedo that I picked up at my local Goodwill, an anecdote I feel is appropriate here).

This natural pension for all things cheap and inexpensive led me to pillage as much food as I could from Ross before it closed last Saturday. With a large tote bag (full of ziploc bags ) around my shoulder and several paper cups, I ‘stole’ (I hate to use the word steal because, after all, we are paying A LOT of money to go here) half a loaf of bread, three bagels, 2 bananas, 3 apples, a cup full of strawberry preserves, a cup full of peanut butter, a cup of salad dressing and a bag of lettuce. I looked extremely suspicious, not because of my over-stuffed tote, but because I frantically ran from food station to food station with shifty eyes and even shiftier movements.

I think, in my own mind, I wanted to make what I was doing feel really dangerous (what with all the Ross dining staff in the vicinity) when, in actuality, they could not have cared less. With my stash, I hurriedly sped-walked back to Battell while Audrey calmly walked beside me. Our deviant acts did not phase her.

The rest of my food I purchased at Shaw’s, which included a large quantity of brie, tortilla chips, wheat thins, salsa, a bag of spinach, and a bag of grapes. For those not keeping track, that means my food consisted of…

  • A large triangle of Brie Cheese
  • A box of wheat thins
  • A bag of tortilla chips
  • A jar of salsa
  • A paper cup full of strawberry jam
  • A paper cup full of peanut butter
  • 8 slices of bread
  • 3 bagels
  • 2 bananas
  • 3 apples
  • A bag of lettuce AND a bag of spinach
  • A paper cup full of italian salad dressing

All together this pretty much adds to..nothing. Unless you’re incredibly innovative, I can’t think of a way to make an actual meal out of brie, bananas, or wheat thins.

So, for the past week, I have had the diet of a rat: cheese, bread, the occasional piece of fruit, and anything that anyone was willing to throw my way (thank you admissions for that lovely piece of cake).

I’m about 3/4 of the way through my food (with a small wedge of brie, maybe 10 tortilla chips, 2 pieces of bread, and a banana left) and still have 14 days until the dining halls will be open again.

Sounds doable, right?

My dad always said that anything left on someone’s curb was free game for taking (albeit an office chair, a trampoline, or any other strange object). So I’m left wondering, does this same rule apply to the fridges of my neighbors?

I certainly hope so.

Cody

True Life: I Live in Battell
May 26, 2010

Before coming to Middlebury, I actually thought I wanted to live in Battell. Tour guides will tell you that it’s the place to be when you’re a freshman; that it’s the most social and popular dorm on campus. They talk it up so much that when I found out I was not in Battell for freshmen year I was genuinely upset.

But here’s the secret:

They lie. Whoever tells you living in Battell is fun and the ideal situation for a freshman is lying to you and lying to themselves.

It sucks. Fortunately I currently do not have a roommate (and thank you Karin Hall-Kolts for not telling me if I’m going to be getting one), because I do not think my room will logistically fit two people. I have already taken up most of the space, and I have down-sized A LOT from how much I had in my room in Stewart. I’m afraid some girl will show up one day to move in and there will be no room for her.

Interesting observations on Battell:

  • The building gets progressively better as you move from North to South. I’m not just saying this because I live in B1N and I want everyone to feel sorry for me, it’s simply a fact. The north end of Battell is horrible: the lounge has no DVD player, there is no microwave in the lounge, and it does not have those cool murals in the stairwells. Battell Central is alright, if only because of its proximity to Battell South. And if you have to live in Battell, pray you live in the South. They have a nice lounge, complete with flat screen TV, DVD, and working microwave. Clearly Wonnacott is somewhat on the ball.
  • Battell gets progressively better as you move from the ground floor to the nunnery. Living on the first floor is a legitimate fear of mine. Like at hotels I specifically request to be on the second floor or above. Middlebury did not know that however when they chose my housing. So for the past few nights, I have had to deal with strange people wandering directly outside my window, and with hearing the annoying ringing of the front doors being propped open as people moved in (all the way till one in the morning last night…I’m not bitter or anything). The only advantage I can think of, of living on the first floor this summer is that it will not be as hot as the upper floors.
  • Whoever hangs out in the hallways of Battell is very strange. My tour guide told me that because the rooms of Battell were so small, most people ended up hanging out in the hallways to socialize. After living here, I have no clue who in their right mind would hang out in a Battell hallway. They’re dark, dingy, and I have no idea what drunk freshman might have peed/puked/bled in these hallways.
  • The doors/walls of a Battell room are very thin. You like to sing “Bad Romance” repeatedly as you get ready in the morning? You better hope your neighbors don’t mind. Also don’t be surprised if the custodial staff wakes you up as they start work at what seems to be 5 in the morning (alright it was actually 6:30 and just once, but you get it).

So these observations might be a bit exaggerated, and I should be happy that I have a roof over my head at all. And we’ll see how the rest of the summer goes. Who knows, maybe by the end I’ll be hanging out in the hallways every night, talking about how weird those Stewart kids are, like a normal Battell kid (but I highly doubt it).

Audrey

Notes from the underground…
May 25, 2010

…of admissions.

This summer, I am working at Middlebury as an Admissions Intern. Now what exactly does this entail? I’m not entirely sure but, thus far, it has consisted of a lot of filing, a lot of inputting data into computers, and a lot of walking (two guided tours a day, what?)

To retain my sanity, I have found myself scouring information request sheets, files, and actual prospective students for anything relatively zany, off-the-wall, or interesting to laugh at or store in my memory for later conversation with my fellow summer employees as we discuss our (not-so-lazy) summer days to each other around the proverbial water-cooler which is the Battell double.

I thought it might be interesting to share tidbits of interesting things I discover in the dark underbelly of Admissions every week both to warn prospective students of what not to do and to allow current Midd students to reflect on how ridiculous they probably were when applying to colleges.

1. SillygirlLYKEStOmAtOeS@hotmail.com is not an appropriate email address to use for College Admissions (or ever really)

In the past few weeks, I have been shocked by the number of truly ridiculous emails that prospective students write down on their information-request and tour-guide evaluation forms. When I was applying to colleges, I had a very simple email address (cogohl@hotmail.com) which I used for all of my correspondence. Someone long ago had warned me to create something simple and professional because somebody somewhere in ____ College’s Admissions Office would be seeing my email account. Little did I know that that person would, eventually, be me.

It’s not that I care about what your email address is, but seriously? How hard is it to come up with something even slightly mature? I guess very considering the following examples of email addresses I have seen thus far:

  • funkychipmunk@____.com (what exactly makes someone a funky chipmunk? Are chipmunks funky?)
  • blindpeoplecannowsee@____.com (um…what?)
  • briannasuperstar88@____.com (unless you’re truly a super star, let’s stick with brianna88)
  • RAYbroughtsexxayback@____.com (although I do applaud her creative spelling of the word ‘sexy’)
  • IAMPERFECT@____.com (nice use of subtle subliminal messaging to admissions counselors)
  • and my all time favorite: iamkendraFOOL@____.com

2. Mothers, you need to take a chill pill

This is probably the oldest college-admissions-related issue in the book: pushy moms aggressively attacking tour guides and admissions counselors for information and/or bragging extensively about their offspring. We get it, your kids are wonderful, intelligent, and will one day probably save the world. But let them tell us that. There is nothing more annoying than a parent who just doesn’t get it.

That is why, when I was applying to colleges, I always told my parents to remain quiet (although not always in the nicest of ways) on tours. I didn’t want them, or myself, to become ‘that family’ on the college tour who asks too many pointless questions aimed at making their child look fantastically amazing. I knew then, as I know now, that my parents (and most parents you will find on tours) were genuinely interested in finding out as much information as they could about the various colleges that they visited, but I always told them that the tour guide would take care of giving us all the information we needed. Now that I am a tour guide, I still hold fast to that belief: we are tour guides for a reason, people!

Nevertheless, I have experienced a lot of pushy moms. Some of my favorites include…

  • A mother from Virginia who was forcing her twin daughters to apply to all the same schools. She claimed that college admissions would ‘eat the twin thing up,’ at which point both of her daugthers rolled their eyes. And we thought OctoMom was bad.
  • One mother from a small town in New England who spent 20 minutes talking to me about all the awards her daugther had received for some scientific research she had done. I wasn’t even giving a tour, nor had I asked any questions that would prompt her to respond in that way (the conversation went along something like “Hello, my name is Cody and I’m from Texas. Where is your daughter from?” “We’re from ___ and she’s very interested in science…). Let the applicaton (or the applicant) speak for itself.
  • One mother who, on a small tour where she and her daughter were the only ones attending, bragged about how the Ivies had been courting her squash playing child for months, at which point I asked the daughter if she was interested in attending an ivy league school. She responded that she preferred a small liberal-arts environment, but that her parents wanted her to go ivy. I predict therapy with a side of familial attachment issues in the future.

And I thought that I came from a crazy family.

Until the next mother verbally attacks me,

Cody

“I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye, it’s a time to fly.”
May 23, 2010

Whenever I think of graduations, my mind automatically goes to Vitamin C, the singer of the cheesy “Graduation Song” that we all loved and listened to a decade ago. (Whoever thought that was a good idea?) As the class of 2010 walked across the rather impressively-constructed-tarp-like graduation stage this morning, the air was thick with nostalgia and humidity.

Seriously though, it couldn’t have been hotter.

While we listened to speeches and attempted to see the stage around one mother’s large, lime-green umbrella, we reflected on the impending end of our collegiate career at Middlebury. But we’ll save the sap and reminiscing for later (well three years, May 2013). For now, a rundown of today’s commencement:

Student speaker: Peter Baumann

Short, sweet, and to the point, Peter’s speech mixed real-world issues (the economic recession) with personal anecdotes (a story about how two students, during the time lapse photo every class takes after convocation, ran from one side to the other, discussing how maybe we should stop trying to ‘run out’ of situations and learn how to ‘run back in’) in an effectively non-boring way that was both compelling and hilarious.

I don’t know who chose him to speak, but they made the right choice, because as much as we love Ronnie Liebs, it was great to hear a student speak honestly about his experiences and what he hopes his fellow students will accomplish as they go out into the vaguely-constructed ‘real world.’

Props to Peter and will someone please tell me where I can snag a copy of his speech?

Commencement Address: Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn

While not exactly on the level of David Foster Wallace at Kenyon in 2005 or Ellen DeGeneres at Tulane in 2009, this power couple gave an entertaining and mildly inspirational speech. The tag-team approach was unique and the two complimented each other very well (probably why they’re married…). It was just the right mix of personal narrative and inspiration and advice. In short, the speech had two main messages:

1. Discomfort. “If you’re enjoying every moment of life, you’re not growing enough.” They challenged today’s graduates to leave their comfort zones, whether it be by traveling to a foreign land or by taking a risk. We have “won the lottery of life” by being fortunate enough to obtain an education at such an institute as Middlebury. Their message was for us to break away from the warmth and fuzziness of college and to not be afraid to go out and make ourselves uncomfortable.

2. Use these experiences to give back. Every liberal arts grad wants to save the world. According to Kristof and WuDunn, we all can. They referenced the cliche Hawaiian story of a little boy who attempts to throw back all the starfish that wash up onto the beach. When a man comes by and tells him his work won’t make a difference, that there are too many starfish, the boy throws another back and says, “Well it made a difference for that one”. Making a difference doesn’t have to be as grand as achieving world peace or solving global warming, it can be done everyday through the smallest acts of kindness.

The speech was cute and Kristof’s horrible Chinese accent was even cuter. Overall, the ceremony seemed to go off without a hitch and ended with a wonderful luncheon outside between Proctor and Mead Chapel. (Midd sure knows how to pull off an outdoor picnic, just sayin’.)

Other exciting things:

  • Beth Robinson, whose work as a leader of the freedom to marry movement in Vermont resulted in the passage of a bill extending the right to marry to same-sex couples, was awarded an Honorary Degree by the college. The entire crowd erupted into applause, definitely a very cool moment.
  • Warner was completely decorated with the flags of all the different countries represented by the 2010 graduating class, a reminder of the wonderfully rich diversity on campus.
  • The random beating of Painter-cane-replicas (remember the cane that we were all forced to stroke during convocation?) on the stage during the ceremony made us feel like we were about to fight the Huns, à la Mulan.
  • The most touching point of the ceremony, for us anyways, was when the entire audience (graduates and families alike) began to sing the Midd Alma Mater and the graduates embraced one another, swaying and singing the song together. We almost lost it completely.
  • We’re starting an “Ellen DeGeneres for Commcement Address 2013” campaign. Care to join?

A bittersweet day for all, we’re sure. Congratulations to the Class of 2010 and we wish you the best of luck!

Audrey and Cody

A Summer Bucket List
May 22, 2010

You know all those things you want to do during the year but never have time for?

Well welcome to summer and the season of enormous amounts of free time, baby. So without further ado, we give you the bucket list of us summer Midd kids:

(In no particular order):

– Bike to Ticonderoga. (Okay so it’s like 4o miles roundtrip, but it involves a ferry, and maybe some free pencils.)

– Roadtrip à Montreal.

– Infiltrate Language School events.

– Roadtrip to Boston (Paul Revere’s house + cannolis from the north end + Sweet Caroline at a Red Sox Game = magic)

– Go cliff jumping at Bristol Falls.

– Hike the TAM.

– Take a shower in Hillcrest (If McKibben can do it, so can we)

– Go on the roof of Bi Hall/any roof on campus (Possibly shoot fireworks from here on the 4th of July?)

– Visit Shelburne Farms/ Hold a small goat.

– Sing at the Middlebury Farmer’s Market (with ukulele accompaniment).

– Visit the secret room under Battell Beach. Oh yes, it exists.

That’s it for now. But expect more to come, and feel free to send us any suggestions!

Life without Proctor…
May 21, 2010

…is not easy.

After classes ended and Senior Week began, the college decided to close Proctor and have Ross act as the only operating dining hall on campus. I call this a mistake of the highest degree.

It’s not that Ross food is horribly disgusting or that Proctor food is especially delicious, but, as a self-identified Proctorite, there are definitely more than a few things that I miss about good ol’ Proc:

1. Absence of Proctor granola: Proctor granola is quite possibly the most delicious food that is produced on campus. In fact, there are students on campus whose only responsibility is to prepare Proctor granola. With a special recipe that includes toasted oats, sweet walnuts, slivered almonds, brown sugar, and butter, Proctor granola has sustained me through many a breakfast and late-night study session. At times, I have found myself eating granola for all three meals, substituting real food for this crunchy, sweet manna. How difficult would it be for Ross to supply me with the only food that I would say I have ever been addicted to? As one of my friends (Hillary Chutter-Ames) would say, “Oh..there’s no granola? Then I’m not eating breakfast today.”

2. The Panini: There is nothing more satisfying after a hard day of school work than going to Proctor at 7:00 PM and making a panini. It’s something that’s completely and totally in your hands: you create the sandwich from scratch and after a few minutes you get to reap the tasty rewards. This is the kind of instant gratification that we at Midd rarely get to experience with professors who take months to grade papers and expectations from parents that rarely seem filled. The panini grill is a place to experiment, a place where creativity and originality are not only valued, but encouraged. The panini is more than just a sandwich; it is a representation of the hard-work and determination that comes from putting forth the effort to create something out of nothing. And melted cheese is always a plus.

3. Seating variability: At Proctor there are a plethora of seating options offered to students: the main dining hall for sports teams or those in a hurry, the booths for hipsters and hipster-enthusiasts, the upstairs for large groups and loners, the redfield room for that one guy, the lounge for those who want to  make it look like they’re studying, and the terrace for febs, mountain club kids, and smokers. Proctor diners are given the option to become whoever they want to be, simply by where the choose to sit. At Ross there is, really, only the large open dining hall, with smaller options located on the periphery. Not only does this make Ross a less dynamic dining hall, but I suspect that sooner rather than later the small (but powerful) demographic of hipster Asians will begin to war with the lacrosse players from New England and the midd kids who go green on many sides.

4. The sense of family: Probably the  most important thing that I miss about Proctor is the close sense of family I feel every time I eat there. Maybe it’s the low ceilings, warm colors, or the family portrait of the Huxtables that hangs in the lounge but, for some reason, Proctor always feels like a very close-knit community of extended family members who are gathering together for a large and, probably, hilariously dysfunctional reunion. I can confidently walk into Proctor and know that I will find someone to sit with, a sense of security that I don’t feel from Ross. Ross truly feels like a collegiate dining hall with its clean lines and sleek finish, something that makes my nostalgic tear-ducts sob. There is truly nothing like cozying up to a table of 15 close friends at Proctor after a busy day, knowing that, even for the smallest of moments, you’ve found a place where you belong.

While these are the four things I miss most about Proctor, there are definitely others, including:

  • Proctor food staff drama- Seriously. Watching the staff at proctor interact is like watching a soap opera, filled with love, betrayal, and secret rendezvous in the dish-washing room.
  • The Proctor crush- Never heard of a Ross crush? It’s for good reason.
  • The salad bar- The Ross salad bar doesn’t even begin to compare (note the absence of specialty pasta, rice, and vegetable salads and cold foods).

So wish me luck as I continue to dine at Ross. For every single meal.

Anxiously awaiting Proctor to return,

Cody

(Not So) Senior Week
May 21, 2010

There are currently large inflatables outside my window.

This is what Midd does for their seniors. But really, it has been Senior Week here at Middlebury, and not being a senior, I have definitely felt excluded more than once. They have shut down whole streets for dinners, and security to enter a senior week event is more strict than London Heathrow Airport (okay…they just require two forms of ID). Last night there was a “pub crawl” in downtown Middlebury; cause when one thinks of downtown Midd, the first thing that comes to mind is bar hopping.

The idea of a Senior Week is interesting to me. On one hand it will be nice to spend a week, stress-free, with all of my college friends before we scatter to various parts of the world, maybe never to see each other again. But on the other hand, I find it hard to believe that the college spends money on something like this. I would much rather see the school devote the funds to something else more worthwhile during the year. I’m sure my friends and I could manage to plan the week after graduation to do something fun together. All in all though, I think it’s a nice gesture by the school to thank all the soon-to-be alumni for their hard work during their 4 years here.

Expect more graduation posts to come as Commencement Weekend approaches. I’m going to go see if I can join in on this foam jousting action.

Audrey

Hola! Bonjour! Buongiorno! Gutentag! 你好! こんにちは! مرحبا! Привет! Olá! שלום!
May 21, 2010

Just kidding.

Who are we: A group of Middlebury College students working at Midd for the summer. No, we’re not doing language schools.

Why did we decide to stay at Midd: We didn’t want to go home.

Why are we writing this blog: To give a voice to the English-speaking minority on campus.

Current bloggers:

Audrey Tolbert (2013): Hailing from Perryville, MD (haven’t heard of it? Neither has anyone at Middlebury), Audrey is working as a Helpdesk minion this summer at midd. With no previous experience with computers (aside from frequent tweeting and watching youtube videos of Celtic Women), Audrey is your go/togirl (try it) for all things related to pressing the computer’s on button. Her passions? Pretentiously speaking French, listening to classical madrigal music, and drinking 13 cartons of orange juice a day. Her life motto: “There’s no half-singing in the shower, you’re either a rock star or an opera diva.”

Cody Gohl (2013): Cody (meaning “cushion” in Old English), is from Dallas, TX, and yes all stereotypes apply. Working for Admissions, he woos prospective students with his witty banter and charming shaggy hair? His plans for the summer include: whistling annoyingly, learning to play the ukulele, learning Farsi (so he can whisper sweet nothings to his roommate), no longer being angsty (to see previous angst see his middle school Xanga), and other hipster things that will probably never happen. This blog is dedicated “to all his real gorillas thuggin’, on top of corners everyday strugglin’, all the beautiful womens gettin’ money, washin’ them dollar bills like laundry.”

Expect more blogging (and more bloggers) to come!

(Additionally: Translations in title came from Google translate…don’t blame us.)