Mawrter Musing

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Hell Requests, Sister Visits, and Yuletide

Christmas is in the air…

Christa pretending to be a mannequin.

My Bryn Mawr Thanksgivings tend to be rather dull events. It always seems a rather strange–and short–break. There’s no one here and not much to do.

This break was a bit different. My elder sister, who goes to school at Calvin College in Michigan, came to visit and invited one of her friends who goes to Penn State along for the ride. We spent Thanksgiving with an elder friend of mine and navigated the public transit system (the High Speed Line, cuz we’re cheap) to get into Philly. It was quite wonderful having her around. I’ve really felt and come to grips with the “sophomore slump” this year. My best friends (and Heller) were seniors and graduated last year. I’d just come to view Bryn Mawr with jaded eyes. Christa really brightened things for me. To her, everything was beautiful and novel. She even claimed she wanted to stay just for the juice machines. I think I understand better, too, the idea of living vicariously through someone.

Before City Hall!

Before City Hall!

Sometimes it takes an outsider to give the insider a refreshed view of her situation.

Another cool thing is this: the Yuletide Hogwarts Feast!

I was so frighened I would miss it (they apparently only happen once every 4 years) as I have a Chamber Singers concert at the same time.

And I’m one of a solo trio so…

BUT I found just the perfect arrangement of Blue buses and mealtimes! I’ll be sippin’ Pumpkin Juice with the best of them!

Though I had wanted to be Ravenclaw, at the time slot I needed there were only:

If being a Hufflepuff = living by the kitchens, then I'll take it!

If being a Hufflepuff = living by the kitchens, then I’ll take it!

Hufflepuff.

I really don’t think I’m a super happy person and all that but, hey, maybe the yellows are where the Sorting Hat wants me to be.

*Shrugs*

Hell Week:

Now, I’d thought I was destined to be Hell-barren (a term I made up)–namely that I would have no Hellees. (All this has to do with Hell Week, a way to welcome first year students). However, all that changed on Tuesday.

I’d just gotten back from getting my Yuletide ticket and encountered my suitemate on the way back to the room. She stopped me and asked if I’d been to the room already.

Now it’s probably a measure of my greed, but the first thing I thought was that she’d gotten me a Yuletide ticket (you could get one for an absentee friend). I prepared myself to say I already had one only to be dumbfounded when she said, “[Our other suitemate] had asked us to be her Hellers.”

So, when I got back to the room I saw this:

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And I checked my answer: Yes.

Get ready for Hell Week, little one!

Author: Zubin Hill

The writer from whom posts come.

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