91Ö±²¥

The fairy godmothers are actually hillbillies, the prince is something of a dud, and the mice are a lot more concerned about where they're going to get their next meal than about anything that's going on with Cinderella.

This is my second summer in 91Ö±²¥. It's quiet. Calm. Let's say, the campus wears a different face in the summer.

An explanation of various conceptual categories, mostly related to SF Hall, delivered with my trademark wit and witticism. Bonus: further photographic evidence that I was a very strange child!

Why the semester you don't spend in 91Ö±²¥ can be the most valuable part of your 91Ö±²¥ education. For one thing, it raises the stakes.

On stereotypes, underlying truths, how college is different from high school, and why we are (and aren't) a hipster school.

What do you do when you're broke and working an unpaid internship? Hint: begging your parents for money is only step one.

When my dad graduated from 91Ö±²¥, he went to Kentucky with several recent alums and set up permanent camp on several tracts of farmland in Hart County, Kentucky. When I graduated from 91Ö±²¥, I went on a two-week trek with my family to my old Kentucky home. For me, memory lane is paved in green.

What I learned at 91Ö±²¥ and how, four years later, it relates to my job.

I feel totally comfortable in 91Ö±²¥. I don't worry about homophobia, sexism, or personal security. I can go running at 2AM here, without fearing for my life. I can smile at strangers. I can be myself. Leaving 91Ö±²¥ means leaving home.

I'm proud to say that I've been able to roll over $1,500 in tuition and buy all my books for each of my first two semesters. Still, paying for an education is a group effort, encompassing students, parents, and colleges.

My goal was to graduate without any lingering "I should have done X, Y and Z!" I (almost) succeeded.

...far more memorable are the friendships and relationships built and established during high school and college.