I spent this week having good-bye lunches, basking in the warm weather, and finishing my finals. As of Thursday, I’ve completed all the work for my bachelor’s degree. Graduation is six days away, so now is just vacation time. My last race was on Friday. I rowed harder than I ever have, and no part of my body hurt that…
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Sunshine, regattas, and MarMon
I had a busy week! The highlights include unseasonal warmth and sunshine, two regattas in two days, and my second and final Marathon Monday. Earlier this week, the sun came out blazing and temps hit the high 80s. Every minute I spent indoors felt like a waste. I went for a sunny bike ride, waded in the lake, and met…
Spring break rowing in SC
Over spring break, I finally got to experience the fabled spring training trip to Clemson, South Carolina! The crew team drives south every spring break to row on the big and beautiful Lake Hartwell, soak up some sun (maybe too much), and get away from Wellesley for a while. Classes ended Friday, and we took off that afternoon on an…
I went skiing in Vermont!
I’ve lived in Massachusetts my entire life, but I didn’t touch a ski until two weeks ago. I joined the club nordic ski team this year because I needed a winter sport. It was harder than I expected it to be, and I fell harder on my bum than I expected to. But I’ve gotten a little better at each…
The first week grind
I always expect the first week of the semester to be pretty easy and slow: professors go over syllabi and set expectations, and there aren’t big papers or tests. I am always wrong. Time blocks fill up with one-time meetings: a preseason check-in with my coaches, a lecture by a candidate for a tenure-track education professorship, a one-on-one with Career…
Still waiting on my newfound free time
I thought that once I turned in my Fulbright application, I’d be rolling in free time. I was wrong. Classwork has picked up, crew season peaked with Head of the Charles, and I’ve logged extra exercise to prepare for the half marathon I’m running next weekend. So… HOCR! This was my second time racing in the storied regatta. I went…
A slow march toward the end
It happened yesterday. On the bus ride back from my team’s first race of the season, down in southern Connecticut, one of my fellow seniors said it: shout-out to the seniors for racing our last Housatonic. It was my third Head of the Housatonic. Until that shout-out, I hadn’t thought about how it would be my last. I blogged about…
First times (in a long time)
It’s been a big week for bringing back things that have been on pause since the pandemic began. For one thing, reusable dishes are finally back in the dining halls. I’m so used to using my own bamboo silverware that I keep forgetting to pick up a fork and knife. This is half of the student body’s first time navigating…
In full swing
On Monday, my 4:15 alarm went off for the first time since October of 2019. I put on workout clothes in the closet, scarfed down an apple with peanut butter, and walked through the dark toward the Davis Museum, where the bus was scheduled to bring us to the Charles River at 4:45. The bus never came. Apparently this happened…
Learning to scull
On my bike ride yesterday, as I coasted past green fields and golden-orange leaves, I thought, wow, early September, the leaves are changing! Then I remembered that it’s going to be October on Thursday. Changing leaves and changing weather remind me that, contrary to how I’ve felt for the past six months, time is passing. I learned to scull this…