Every year at Wellesley, most cultural organizations offer the student body a window into the culture in the form of a massive, showstopping event open to the entire college. These events participate in a time-honored tradition of using coveted non-dining hall food as an attendance hook for the college crowd. They provide a celebratory backdrop for a window into cultures shared by the community.
Yuki Matsuri, Wellesley Japan Club’s yearly cultural show, started at 5 on a chilly Saturday evening in February. Planning to meet friends at the event in Tishman Commons, I arrived right on time — or on Wellesley time, 15 minutes late. My timing was underscored by the fact that the line for food already stretched out of the room, down the hall, up the stairs, and onto the main floor of the campus center. I got through a half-hour-long podcast episode by the time I reached the entrance to Tishman. After flashing my student ID, I picked up a paper plate and made my way down the line of student volunteers dishing out a variety of Japanese specialties in the smaller side room. Balancing a full plate with a cup of green tea, I finally caught up with my friend Sarah as we walked into the large performance area. There was a stage in front, more food and activity booths against the wall in the back, and floor seating/standing room in between. We ate our carefully rationed agedashi tofu and sweet potato maki in the dark as we watched student performers spin colorfully lit yoyo-like objects to Japanese pop music.
As the house lights came up, a kabuki performer began her dance and we moved across the crowded room to check out the rightmost food stations. We ate beautifully plated takoyaki and a rice cake with red-bean filling as we watched the performer don three very expressive masks as she acted in the roles of three different characters. One booth featured a box with gift bags dangling inside and a sign that read “Thousand Strings.” The two people ahead of me in line each pulled a random string, which released a bag filled with goodies. One student collected a small cookie, and Sarah received cute stickers. Curious what my turn might bring, I carefully selected my string. I was presented with a piece of paper that read “Watch out – bad luck may befall you.” I wasn’t surprised – Yuki Matsuri joined a long list of Wellesley events, from raffles to bingo, at which I was consistently luckless. I grabbed another red-bean cake and sat down with Sarah in anticipation of the next performance.
Aiko, the college’s beloved Taiko drumming group, performed next. The steady yet lively beats reverberated in my chest. You might expect a group that constantly needs to be in perfect sync to be somewhat solemn – but every performer wore a confident grin as they drummed and chanted. I think this is the secret to why the student body loves Aiko so universally – they look like they are having so much goddamn fun onstage, and that energy is infectious. Sarah leaned over and told me “I have a crush on every single person on stage right now.” I laughed, knowing she spoke for every attendee.
I recognized the faces of many members of student organizations who performed, like my friend who led Shotokan Karate in a demonstration. Each audience member cheered for the friends we came to support. The room constantly held a few simultaneous layers of noise, whether from the performers, audience, or shaved-ice machine. I didn’t recognize one performer, however, who brought the room to silence. Older than a student, she came alone, save for a man who seemed like an assistant, or possibly coach. She wore a stark white gi top with flowing black hakama pants, and carried an archery bow that was easily taller than herself. The man asked people in the direction she would shoot to move; for a split second, I wondered if this is when my forecasted bad luck would befall me. With the audience rendered motionless, she meticulously approached her position, arranged her posture, notched each arrow, aimed at the target, drew her bow, and fired. Each step in this process was deliberate and memorized, and she shot twice. Her sober bow acted as a foil to the audience’s eruption of applause. I overheard another student’s commentary on the performance: “If she killed me, it would be an honor.”
Yuki Matsuri provides windows into a large variety of aspects of Japanese culture, from the lively to the solemn. Many cultural organizations at Wellesley host flagship events like this, open to the student body free of charge. A bite of non-Wellesley fresh food may be the hook, but these shows are a meaningful part of the college’s experience. They offer some Wellesley students a chance to celebrate their culture, while others get to learn about a culture shared by many of their sibs.