***The First Post***
(In which I tell a mysterious story and subsequently introduce myself.)
About an hour ago, I set out with a few adventurous confederates on a short journey. Our destination was a place called Dacie Moses House. None of us had ever been there, but we had heard stories about it- fables about what goes on within its walls, and legends of what awaits those who make the pilgrimage there.
Just as the stories said, the House was left unlocked, and we were able to get in by the front door. As the stories said, the supplies and tools we needed for our upcoming work were set out, waiting for us. We met others there, groups of people drawn by the same stories, and motivated by the same purposes. We took inventory, set up the necessary implements, and began our work.
We started with flour, baking soda, and salt. Later we mixed in vanilla extract, sugar, butter, eggs, water, and chocolate chips. Some of our group played cards while the mixture baked in the oven, and afterwards we vied for the privilege of washing the dishes.
As the legends said, the cookies were delicious.
My name is Collin Hazlett. I just baked cookies with my floormates at Dacie Moses House. I have been at Carleton College for two weeks, and stuff like this happens ALL THE TIME.
I should backtrack a bit. A year ago, I was in my senior year in high school and I had absolutely no idea what college I was going to, or even where I was planning on applying. My family and I had amassed waist-high stacks of data and publications and rankings from sources such as US News and World Report, but the endless charts and graphs told me only that the colleges I was looking at had great academics. Unfortunately, on paper, the top academic colleges are indistinguishable.
What I wanted to know, but what US News and World Report would not tell me, was the personality of each college; what sort of people go there; what it is like to be a freshman there.
One year later, I am here, a freshman at Carleton. As previously mentioned, I just got back from Dacie Moses House, a townhouse stocked with baking supplies where Carleton students can always drop in and bake cookies, and I’m going to try to convey a sense of what it is like to be a freshman at Carleton, by writing about my life in this very blog.
If you are curious about freshman year at Carleton, this is as good a place as any to find out. If you are wondering where you are going to apply to college, and you’ve heard about this “Carleton” place and you find yourself even mildly intrigued, this will hopefully give you a taste of Carleton’s unique flavor. Then you can decide for yourself if you like that flavor, and whether Carleton is tasty enough to actually eat. (Note: this is a metaphor. Please do not eat Carleton.)
With my fellow admissions bloggers, I hope to give you some insight on the question of whether Carleton is the school for you. And if you’re not in the college decision process and you’re still reading this, by all means, keep reading. It’s going to be a good time.