Concluding thoughts on my quinquennial term.

On Carleton night life.

Presidential pickles, bays and breads, and esculent alliteration: on food, the person who probably has the biggest refrigerator in the country, and the time a whole body of water was frozen.

On wise decision-making.

St. Olaf and Carleton, philosophy and religion: going between the horns. On overlaps between classes, beasts of yore, and one very special analogy that shows just how excited I am for spring (or something).

In honor of midterm break (yes, we do get just this excited about our one day off), a bold and temporary format change: my friend Anna’s Carleton experience has been “a cornucopia of awesome.” In which I attempt to do an interview and discover color theory, Don’t Forget The Lyrics, East Asian studies, tots, Ferris Bueller, and the sheer awesomeness of one (semi) randomly chosen Carleton student.

On the Goodhue laundry room, patience, who will help us in an apocalypse, and what you should do until then.

One of my professors said "in media res" in class today (I don't remember when, but it was in the central and action-packed part of a discussion). The phrase means "in the middle of the thing" and it inspired this post.

On second grade, Baranorak Obama, and why the future is nuts.

On the Carleton RAD Requirement.

On Winter Term! (And hidden clues to my seventh-grade musical taste)

On Thanksgiving.