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MisterWives

November 7, 2014 by Zubin Hill | Comments Off on MisterWives

Cool band. Filmed at Bryn Mawr (so obviously that the first time I watched the MV I was like, but that looks like Carpenter Beach…and that looks like the Cloisters…IT’S BRYN MAWR!). Further, the Bryn Mawr Concernt Series is hosting them and the band is COMING TO CAMPUS NEXT WEEK! What-what!

October 31, 2014
by Zubin Hill
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UPDATE

Zubin Status Update:…Beep…BEeoP….BeeeEEeeP… …Al1ve <Current Activities:   <<User was briefly disconnected. <<<Searching… …Investigating Study Abr0ad Pr0gr@ms => Likely options: Morocco France or Denmark …Poss1bly Peeking 1n @t R@dn0r H@ll0ween …Vaguely G1v1ng Up 0n L1fe => User: zhill remains unsure about … Continue reading

Birthday Wishes

October 23, 2014 by Zubin Hill | Comments Off on Birthday Wishes

GrimaceAh, my much belated birthday post.

Due to my tardiness, I think it shall end up a combination post. My 19th birthday was spent on the West Virginia trail…metaphorically. It was during the overnight part of my service learning trip. And though I had intended to keep everything on the down-low and focus on why I was in WV to begin with, somehow the others found out. It started with a sly, “Happy Birthday” that morning and ended with one of our trip leaders walking into the room where I was and asking, “What day is today? And is anything important happening today?” This last resulted in a round of the Happy Birthday Song and a chocolate cupcake with 19 written in chocolate sauce. It was quite sweet of them (though I actually forgot to eat the cupcake) and pleasantly unexpected as well. Now, hold on before you cry ungrateful! The reason I forgot to eat my cupcake is that I was busy hurrying painting a watercolor picture. It turned out as well as can be expected when I’m painting quasi-from memory.

My birthday picture

My birthday Picture

To other matters, the return to Bryn Mawr has been fairly good. Classes have been as fun as they can be and I feel like there is tons to do–which for me is a pleasant experience. It’s funny, though. I don’t really feel like I go to Bryn Mawr. When I say this, I mean that first-year was the year of Gifts and Traditions. Every time I turned around someone was giving me something, and another Tradition was being described and partaken in. This year, because I was feeling somewhat curmudgeonly, I didn’t go to Parade Night and opted out of getting tickets to Lantern Night. I think I will go to the Step Sing though.

[Brief BMC trivia: Parade Night = 1st Tradition of the year, welcome for the first years that’s at the end of the first week of classes. Lantern Night= 2nd Tradition, when 1st years get their class colored lanterns. Step Sing = a time when all the classes gather, sing, and generally make merry.]

Anyway, it’s just been a really different experience from last year. People assume I know stuff, which I like, but at the same time no one organizes celebrate-you! nights for me either. That’s about it. I’m still trying to bring up my grades to Zubin-approved levels, working out where I’ll study abroad, and applying for externships. [More on these at a later post.]

Wild and Wonderful: Fall Break in the Misty Mountains

October 16, 2014 by Zubin Hill | Comments Off on Wild and Wonderful: Fall Break in the Misty Mountains

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There are many ways to pass your Fall Break. Last year, I opted for the lounge-in-a-home-with-extended-family route. This meant I slept (late), watched TV (Korean dramas—too much), and harassed my young cousin (often). This Fall Break has been different, notable not only for having one cancelled international trip but also for my service-learning trip to West Virginia.

Self-proclaimed as “Wild and Wonderful,” West Virginia was a state I had heard/known little about. Now, I’d say I have a better understanding of it as a place. The Weather: English—lots of mist and rain but with random bouts of sunshine. The landscape: like a Thomas Kinkade painting. The people: Southern, in all the best ways. Alabama is called Alabama the Beautiful but…we seem to be outclassed by WV. It’s a lot like something that’d appear on one of the “valley”s—Nature or Hidden (that is). IMG_4107

Or it could just be that I’ve become desensitized to Alabamian beauty.

I got onto the service-learning trip in the wake of the cancellation of my other trip. It’s a partnership between Haverford (and Bryn Mawr) and High Rocks Educational Corporation. High Rocks is a (mostly) girls camp and academic-year program which aims to foster motivation, leadership, and connection by hosting group meetings and the intense summer camp.  Haverford (and Bryn Mawr) are here to help build/fix things on the main camp site, participate in the monthly overnight, and just generally learn about High Rocks’ mission and place in WV. We’ll be here until Saturday and through my birthday (the 17th).  I’ve decided to keep that last fact on the down-low as I don’t really want it to be a thing. Nineteen is not one of the “Big” blah-blah ages.

Anywho, it has been pretty nice. The mist on the mountains has been somewhat constant but has left by midday almost every day we’ve been here (I like to think it’s because of us). In WV I can see some of Alabama, even as the ruggedness of the terrain tells me otherwise. The Misty Mountains song (though I have no pictures of the actual mist) seems quite appropriate considering I watched a wooden shed burn today. “The trees like torches” can thus be changed to “the sheds like torches in the (day).”

October 1, 2014
by Zubin Hill
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Crushing Disappointment

Remember how I told you I was going to South Africa? As it turns out, it looks like I might have been dreaming: it looks right now like the South Africa trip is off. Apparently, several Nobel Laureates are boycotting … Continue reading

September 19, 2014
by Zubin Hill
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Conflicted

I’ve been feeling a combination of numb and contrary. I still haven’t decided what I feel. The #BecauseIAm/ #IfIWere campaign has honorable goals, that I will never deny. But something in it renders me the one standing by the wayside, … Continue reading