My aunt called me an hour before the game last night with two extra tickets, and my friend Mollie and I jumped at the chance to see the Big Red in the ECACHL playoffs. I needed to study for a quiz in my AnSci 160 class, but I just couldn't pass up free hockey tickets. As it turns out, I made the right choice. (Erm, actually, ask me about that again after the quiz...)
Not only did we beat Dartmouth, we wiped the floor with them! I don't know quite what happened out there, but Dartmouth just couldn't skate, and their goalie let in one after another. I love hockey for the fast-paced action, of which there was plenty, and the fans, who were in a great mood. We were seated behind the goal in section G, which meant that we got a clear view of the puck each time it got past the goalie... priceless. For those of you who require a bit more detail and statistics in your athletic reports, please see the official story.
I love hockey no matter what, but that was a really fantastic game. :)
10 March 2008
09 March 2008
Life on the Hill
Wow. An update here is long overdue. I'm halfway through my first semester at Cornell already!
First, a nod to last semester: I finished my TC3 coursework with finesse, earning a 4.0 GPA there. It was a challenge to keep work and school and life generally balanced; I'm glad I learned how to do it, but I also learned that I wouldn't want to do that again!
Being a January transfer has been another interesting balancing act so far. Most people secure housing for the following academic year in the fall, but I couldn't do that prior to getting to campus in January and figuring out what would work best and who I'd like to live with. In another year I'd start looking for summer internships in the fall or over winter break, but this semester I didn't have access to Cornell's resources and Career Development Office until I was here. In the last two months I've had to adjust to a new schedule/routine and new academic challenges, and worry about summer work and next year's housing on top of that!
Fortunately, finding an apartment turned out to be relatively easy. My friend Ana and I secured an apartment on North campus, right across the street from AGR (a frat that my dad, grandpa, and some other relatives are members of). It's surprisingly cheap for near-campus housing, fully furnished, and seems generally comfortable and cozy. I'm really looking forward to living off-campus and with Ana next year!
Since I mentioned it, the Career Development Office has some great resources online that are publicly accessible. The resume resource sheets have already been very helpful (see "Online Ready Reference Sheets")! The job/internship databases are only available to people with a Cornell login.
I seem to be getting B's on my prelims, which is satisfactory (not ideal, but...). I still have room to improve, which I believe I can do in future semesters. Lecture-style classes have taken some getting used to, and I'm finally getting the hang of the academic rhythm and expectations around here. I'm certainly doing better than my first Simon's Rock semester! Organizational skills seem to have sprouted in my head overnight, for which I'm thankful. Actually, I probably picked them up from my mom via osmosis, though I'm not sure why they make sense now when they never did before.
My credit transfer drama has been mostly resolved! The registrar granted me 59 credits with the promise of another credit for my AP US History if I had the official score report sent (it's in progress). They'll take a maximum of 60 transfer credits, so I'm maxed out. I'm not sure what went on behind the scenes, but they seem to have come to terms with my classification as high school dropout with an Associates. That's a load off my back. Once my AP credit comes through, I'll get them to certify my transfer credits in writing so there won't be any nasty surprises before graduation.
Life at Cornell is generally wonderful. I'm a tad bit older than the average junior, which is odd since I'm used to being young for my academic level. I have several groups of friends among students and locals and there is always something to do before, during, and after homework. Assuming I keep up regular posting, there will be more about my social life in the future... for now I have to maximize my Sunday afternoon homework productivity!
First, a nod to last semester: I finished my TC3 coursework with finesse, earning a 4.0 GPA there. It was a challenge to keep work and school and life generally balanced; I'm glad I learned how to do it, but I also learned that I wouldn't want to do that again!
Being a January transfer has been another interesting balancing act so far. Most people secure housing for the following academic year in the fall, but I couldn't do that prior to getting to campus in January and figuring out what would work best and who I'd like to live with. In another year I'd start looking for summer internships in the fall or over winter break, but this semester I didn't have access to Cornell's resources and Career Development Office until I was here. In the last two months I've had to adjust to a new schedule/routine and new academic challenges, and worry about summer work and next year's housing on top of that!
Fortunately, finding an apartment turned out to be relatively easy. My friend Ana and I secured an apartment on North campus, right across the street from AGR (a frat that my dad, grandpa, and some other relatives are members of). It's surprisingly cheap for near-campus housing, fully furnished, and seems generally comfortable and cozy. I'm really looking forward to living off-campus and with Ana next year!
Since I mentioned it, the Career Development Office has some great resources online that are publicly accessible. The resume resource sheets have already been very helpful (see "Online Ready Reference Sheets")! The job/internship databases are only available to people with a Cornell login.
I seem to be getting B's on my prelims, which is satisfactory (not ideal, but...). I still have room to improve, which I believe I can do in future semesters. Lecture-style classes have taken some getting used to, and I'm finally getting the hang of the academic rhythm and expectations around here. I'm certainly doing better than my first Simon's Rock semester! Organizational skills seem to have sprouted in my head overnight, for which I'm thankful. Actually, I probably picked them up from my mom via osmosis, though I'm not sure why they make sense now when they never did before.
My credit transfer drama has been mostly resolved! The registrar granted me 59 credits with the promise of another credit for my AP US History if I had the official score report sent (it's in progress). They'll take a maximum of 60 transfer credits, so I'm maxed out. I'm not sure what went on behind the scenes, but they seem to have come to terms with my classification as high school dropout with an Associates. That's a load off my back. Once my AP credit comes through, I'll get them to certify my transfer credits in writing so there won't be any nasty surprises before graduation.
Life at Cornell is generally wonderful. I'm a tad bit older than the average junior, which is odd since I'm used to being young for my academic level. I have several groups of friends among students and locals and there is always something to do before, during, and after homework. Assuming I keep up regular posting, there will be more about my social life in the future... for now I have to maximize my Sunday afternoon homework productivity!
09 November 2007
Bruce's Brain Blog
My mom's cousin Bruce was knocked out of a tree by the limb he was cutting back in September. He spent some time in the ICU but is now home and recovering well. He started blogging about his recovery in November; check it out!
My favorite post so far is from November 4th in which Bruce writes about staring at "the tree that got me". He comments that "I didn't have any revelations, but it was good to look anyway." My thoughts are that if he (or anyone) can look the thing that got him in the metaphorical eye and keep right on living his life, he's going to be just fine.
My favorite post so far is from November 4th in which Bruce writes about staring at "the tree that got me". He comments that "I didn't have any revelations, but it was good to look anyway." My thoughts are that if he (or anyone) can look the thing that got him in the metaphorical eye and keep right on living his life, he's going to be just fine.
07 November 2007
Election Day / Local Politics
Yesterday was Election Day in New York State; my registration issues* being finally resolved, I was able to vote for the first time. Afterward, I felt like I was really part of something. I am skeptical of the difference one vote can make on a national level, but I see no excuse at all for not voting in local elections. Our participatory government is only as good as the participants.
That said, choices between candidates often come down to which candidate is the lesser of the evils. In two of the races that I voted on yesterday, the choices were a candidate who was honest but incompetent and a candidate who was clearly dishonest and of uncertain competency. From what I hear and read, meetings of the Cortland County legislature bear stronger resemblance to the crowd at a sporting event between arch rivals than to a civilized government meeting. I'm not aware of any particular legislator being more than normally corrupt and without integrity, but as a whole that body has done some highly questionable things in recent years. A man my family has known for decades served as a legislator for one term and did not run for reelection because he couldn't stomach the bullshit.
Both of my grandfathers held elected positions in their local governments for multiple terms; I believe my mom's father was chairman of the Cortland County legislature for a time. Others of my relatives and ancestors have been involved in government and public service as well. I've always been proud of this heritage but never identified with it. I've spent at least the last 6 years steadfastly ignoring politics because paying attention made me incredibly sad and angry and I didn't want to live my life that way.
Once again, I think my DNA and heritage are getting the better of me. I'm learning how to deal with the frustrating aspects of paying attention and starting to think that I might want to get involved with local politics someday. Of course, I'll have to come up with some sort of scheme to deal with the mess that is our local politics these days or I'll be like the man who didn't run for reelection. Well, it's definitely an ongoing process.
*Registration issues: They say that you can register to vote at any time in the year you turn 18. Well, if you're like me and try to register 2 months before your birthday, they put your form in a box and forget about it, and by the time you realize that you didn't receive any notification that you're registered, it's too late. Then, when you move to MA, they take your name off the registration list without telling you, and when you move back to NY and find this out, it's too late. The Board of Elections is not my friend. They're also not my friend because they couldn't be bothered to help me find out which races I could vote on. It's all better now, though.
That said, choices between candidates often come down to which candidate is the lesser of the evils. In two of the races that I voted on yesterday, the choices were a candidate who was honest but incompetent and a candidate who was clearly dishonest and of uncertain competency. From what I hear and read, meetings of the Cortland County legislature bear stronger resemblance to the crowd at a sporting event between arch rivals than to a civilized government meeting. I'm not aware of any particular legislator being more than normally corrupt and without integrity, but as a whole that body has done some highly questionable things in recent years. A man my family has known for decades served as a legislator for one term and did not run for reelection because he couldn't stomach the bullshit.
Both of my grandfathers held elected positions in their local governments for multiple terms; I believe my mom's father was chairman of the Cortland County legislature for a time. Others of my relatives and ancestors have been involved in government and public service as well. I've always been proud of this heritage but never identified with it. I've spent at least the last 6 years steadfastly ignoring politics because paying attention made me incredibly sad and angry and I didn't want to live my life that way.
Once again, I think my DNA and heritage are getting the better of me. I'm learning how to deal with the frustrating aspects of paying attention and starting to think that I might want to get involved with local politics someday. Of course, I'll have to come up with some sort of scheme to deal with the mess that is our local politics these days or I'll be like the man who didn't run for reelection. Well, it's definitely an ongoing process.
*Registration issues: They say that you can register to vote at any time in the year you turn 18. Well, if you're like me and try to register 2 months before your birthday, they put your form in a box and forget about it, and by the time you realize that you didn't receive any notification that you're registered, it's too late. Then, when you move to MA, they take your name off the registration list without telling you, and when you move back to NY and find this out, it's too late. The Board of Elections is not my friend. They're also not my friend because they couldn't be bothered to help me find out which races I could vote on. It's all better now, though.
22 October 2007
Holding Jessie's Hand
Last Wednesday, I walked across the TC3 campus holding hands with a girl who is in my Creative Writing class. I have no idea if people were looking at us, but it was definitely a unique feeling to know that I was doing something unusual even for me (and you know that if it's unusual for me, it's definitely unusual for the general population).
Holding hands with Jessie was a spontaneous moment of friendly affection, and my remark at the time was "If we were doing this in Europe, it would be totally normal." The excited/nervous feeling I had came not from who I was holding hands with, but rather from the knowledge that by holding hands, Jessie and I were challenging all sorts of stereotypes and preconceptions. I sure didn't get that feeling when I walked around Brooklyn holding hands with my friend Adam.
Who says that two people of the same sex who identify as heterosexual (or bisexual, in Jessie's case) can't hold hands in public? This feature of American culture has been bothering me lately. Any of the people who saw me walking hand-in-hand with Jessie who have no prior knowledge of either of us likely assumed that we were in a romantic relationship; I've made the same assumption myself about others. I think that it is becoming more acceptable, even in middle-of-nowhere Central New York, for same-sex couples to hold hands in public, but doing so automatically "outs" them to everyone who sees.
I've said many times that people are free to believe whatever they want about me. It doesn't bother me that anyone who saw me holding hands with Jessie might assume that she and I are lesbian; what bothers me is that such an assumption is still uncomfortable or unsafe for so many people.
Stereotypes were challenged all the time at Simon's Rock: a male student could wear a skirt and no one would blink or assume him to be gay unless he was known to be (and if he was, so be it. People were supportive and accepting in any case). If I had walked around the Simon's Rock campus holding hands with Jessie, it wouldn't have been an unusual event, and I was acutely aware of this last Wednesday. This contrast made me miss Simon's Rock on the one hand, and wish that the rest of the world was more tolerant on the other hand. If a little friendly hand-holding on my part makes any kind of difference at all, even if that difference is just for me and my friends, I'll be doing more of it.
Holding hands with Jessie was a spontaneous moment of friendly affection, and my remark at the time was "If we were doing this in Europe, it would be totally normal." The excited/nervous feeling I had came not from who I was holding hands with, but rather from the knowledge that by holding hands, Jessie and I were challenging all sorts of stereotypes and preconceptions. I sure didn't get that feeling when I walked around Brooklyn holding hands with my friend Adam.
Who says that two people of the same sex who identify as heterosexual (or bisexual, in Jessie's case) can't hold hands in public? This feature of American culture has been bothering me lately. Any of the people who saw me walking hand-in-hand with Jessie who have no prior knowledge of either of us likely assumed that we were in a romantic relationship; I've made the same assumption myself about others. I think that it is becoming more acceptable, even in middle-of-nowhere Central New York, for same-sex couples to hold hands in public, but doing so automatically "outs" them to everyone who sees.
I've said many times that people are free to believe whatever they want about me. It doesn't bother me that anyone who saw me holding hands with Jessie might assume that she and I are lesbian; what bothers me is that such an assumption is still uncomfortable or unsafe for so many people.
Stereotypes were challenged all the time at Simon's Rock: a male student could wear a skirt and no one would blink or assume him to be gay unless he was known to be (and if he was, so be it. People were supportive and accepting in any case). If I had walked around the Simon's Rock campus holding hands with Jessie, it wouldn't have been an unusual event, and I was acutely aware of this last Wednesday. This contrast made me miss Simon's Rock on the one hand, and wish that the rest of the world was more tolerant on the other hand. If a little friendly hand-holding on my part makes any kind of difference at all, even if that difference is just for me and my friends, I'll be doing more of it.
19 October 2007
A Day in the Life, Part 2
Once again, I'm a few minutes before my morning TC3 classes. I have a persuasive speech due on Monday, and I'm actually looking forward to it. My dad will be so proud: the speech will be an attempt to get all my classmates to open a retirement account. He made me start one when I was 17; at the time, I thought he was insane, but now it's really fun to get my statements and watch the account grow.
It's this kind of planning for the future that I'm trying to take into consideration on a fairly regular basis. I've been learning how to balance my expectations and wishes with what actually happens, but it's becoming clear to me that it is far better to have a plan than to just wing it. For example, I've been in touch with some of the Agricultural Science professors at Cornell, and they've put me on their mailing list. Through the list, I've already found out about several job opportunities. It's amazing to me that people will want me to work for them because of the college I attended. Simon's Rock is an amazing place, but it just doesn't have that kind of recognition.
My chemistry class this semester is about survival. It's CHEM 101 and I'm taking it to make the Cornell admissions office happy. They won't accept the CHEM 107 and 108 that I took in high school because a) it wasn't taught on the TC3 campus and b) it counted for both high school and college credit. This wouldn't be so bad if my professor actually knew what he was talking about and made it interesting; as it is, I'm taking notes out of the book and doing my homework in class.
Again, to be continued...
It's this kind of planning for the future that I'm trying to take into consideration on a fairly regular basis. I've been learning how to balance my expectations and wishes with what actually happens, but it's becoming clear to me that it is far better to have a plan than to just wing it. For example, I've been in touch with some of the Agricultural Science professors at Cornell, and they've put me on their mailing list. Through the list, I've already found out about several job opportunities. It's amazing to me that people will want me to work for them because of the college I attended. Simon's Rock is an amazing place, but it just doesn't have that kind of recognition.
My chemistry class this semester is about survival. It's CHEM 101 and I'm taking it to make the Cornell admissions office happy. They won't accept the CHEM 107 and 108 that I took in high school because a) it wasn't taught on the TC3 campus and b) it counted for both high school and college credit. This wouldn't be so bad if my professor actually knew what he was talking about and made it interesting; as it is, I'm taking notes out of the book and doing my homework in class.
Again, to be continued...
17 October 2007
A Day in the Life
Each day brings me one day closer to Transfer Orientation at Cornell. Almost none of my daily activities center around that anticipated event, except that I wouldn't be at TC3 if I weren't trying to make the admissions office happy. Each day, however, is part of the journey; so, here is what the last day or so has been like.
This semester I am living with a family that I babysit for. Jason and Rebecca are the parents; Aspen, Lucas, and Ava are the children. A bit of trivia for background: Aspen is blind. Henry the Jack Russell cross puppy joined the family a couple weeks ago; he's 10 weeks old now. This, of course, makes life with the Pooles quite interesting.
Jason's grandparents got a puppy from the same litter and named her Princess. (I have an opinion on this, but I'll keep it to myself.) Jason's grandpa has been sick for a couple years and has gotten worse since the arrival of the puppy (correlation, not causation). Grandma can't deal with both. Guess who got Princess.
Basically, I've cleaned up so much puppy waste in the last two days that my skin is perpetually dry from washing my hands so much.
Right now I'm a few minutes away from my morning classes at TC3. Public Speaking class comes first, followed immediately by Chem 101. Later today I'll go to Creative Writing, after spending the intervening two hours editing my short story.
To be continued...
This semester I am living with a family that I babysit for. Jason and Rebecca are the parents; Aspen, Lucas, and Ava are the children. A bit of trivia for background: Aspen is blind. Henry the Jack Russell cross puppy joined the family a couple weeks ago; he's 10 weeks old now. This, of course, makes life with the Pooles quite interesting.
Jason's grandparents got a puppy from the same litter and named her Princess. (I have an opinion on this, but I'll keep it to myself.) Jason's grandpa has been sick for a couple years and has gotten worse since the arrival of the puppy (correlation, not causation). Grandma can't deal with both. Guess who got Princess.
Basically, I've cleaned up so much puppy waste in the last two days that my skin is perpetually dry from washing my hands so much.
Right now I'm a few minutes away from my morning classes at TC3. Public Speaking class comes first, followed immediately by Chem 101. Later today I'll go to Creative Writing, after spending the intervening two hours editing my short story.
To be continued...
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