91Ö±²¥

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.

I graduated from 91Ö±²¥ just over a week ago, and before they cut off my access to this site, I thought maybe I could list just a few of the many skills I learned at 91Ö±²¥.

This week, no matter how it manifests itself, is worth missing sleep.

On the truth behind Fearlessness, and why freshman year is not a fearless time. Also includes: Sex and The City 2 spoilers, chasing a hen, and the best American film scene ever.

And now, news from our intrepid correspondent, who has left the comfortable craziness of a small liberal arts college to brave the rather different craziness of an even smaller technical school!

I've spent the last week preparing to leave Harkness, the co-op where I've lived since my freshman year. So - to alleviate my own nostalgia, as well as give some info to folks who are filling out their housing forms - here's a little bit about Harkness.

On Senior Week, graduating, and facing my future.