Hello hello, welcome to third week and blossoms!
This past week was the first of two Accepted Student Weekends. About 150 high school students from all over visited campus, staying with Carleton student hosts for a day or two. My dear friend Hans Peterson from the admissions department (if you can, I highly recommend getting to know him sometime. I haven't done that yet, but it's definitely on the bucket list) set my roommates and I up with a great girl from San Rafael, CA, who is deciding between here and Pomona (who wants sun all the time anyway?). Another girl on our floor had a prospie as well, so we had a nice little group. Thursday night was so gorgeous and clear - we all went and explored a bonfire at Agro and threw a Flashlight frisbee on the Bald Spot fields.
I'm trying to remember exactly what I did when I prospied here. I know that I spent two days and two nights here and stayed with soccer players the winter of my Junior year in high school. I attended an intro linguistics class called The Theory of Syntax, where we talked about the phonetic derivations of the words "then" and "than" for an hour and fifteen minutes. To be honest, I think Carleton had me hooked right then. The first afternoon, I went to practice with the soccer team and spent the night hanging out with some people in my host's dorm. I can't remember - I think she had a Russian paper to write or something - but I ended up down a floor from her room, talking and playing cards with another prospie and a group of Carleton kids. The second day I went to another class, talked with the coach, was transferred to another soccer player (who is now my soccer and ultimate frisbee captain) and went with her and her friend to the Carleton-Olaf hockey game. If I was ever worried I'd be going to a "normal" school with cheerleaders and what not, my fears were squelched there. I was met by Carleton's very own "Gender Neutral Cheerboys," given a small inflatable frog (this still baffles me) and sent on my way. I can't remember who won the game, or if anyone really cared, but the bleachers were packed and the cheering was deafening.
Carleton was really the only school I seriously visited. I did a brief East Coast college tour with my mom, but didn't stay overnight anywhere and quickly realized the East Coast was not the place for either of us (I think we had 11 schools on the agenda to visit and only made it to five or six before changing our flight and flying home a few days early. To be fair, it was the awkward, cold, wet time between winter and spring and we did what we like to call the "Hartman-Filson Motel 6 Tour of the East Coast," where we failed to have a night when the cops were not called to our Motel 6 (each night a different one. In a different city. On a different state.) This is NOT the way to do a college tour, kids). But I loved my Carleton visit. The community was comfortable, fresh, and alive. The location was totally different from any place I'd lived before. The weather was exciting (keep in mind that I visited when it was approximately -15° plus windchill out). The professors seemed like they genuinely wanted to be teaching their expertise here. I have to say, as of yet, the school has only surpassed my expectations.
On a different note: some images from the Drag Show last Friday night! Performers from the Cities came down and put on a show for students - there was a great turn out (Sayles was packed!), including a good number of prospies!