Today is my last Sunday at Bryn Mawr this school year! Next week I’ll be at Young Life Lake Champion in New York for Chapter Camp, and the one after that I’ll be back in Beijing. I feel like I’ve been here in Bryn Mawr for forever, but at the same time it feels like no time has passed.
May Day is an all-day celebration that occurs the Sunday after the last week of classes. The entire college community comes together for a day of medieval festivity and a general good time. [more]
Surprise! I’m still alive. I’ve been done with classes for a week now, but I still feel as busy as ever. Over the past few days I’ve done a presentation, two papers, two interviews, two performances with my a cappella group (you can watch one of them here), and one final exam with two more left to go.
I decided that I’d take this weekend easy and just let myself enjoy May Day. Bryn Mawr is big on traditions, and May Day is most everyone’s favorite, right up along with Hell Week, so I’ve been anticipating this one for awhile now, especially after seeing my friends’ May Day pictures from previous years. I don’t know if I was more excited to join in on the merriment or to take those pictures myself!
Usually I try to keep faces off my blog because I’m too lazy to ask people whether or not they feel comfortable about me putting their face on the Internet, but WOW everyone just looks so beautiful! While I was editing these pictures I was overwhelmed by everyone’s cuteness.
And as it turns out, I didn’t get pictures of much else other than people, so these are the only photos I have to share. This is all thanks to the fact that I woke up this morning and thought, “HMMM… I feel like vlogging May Day!” So my day was spent switching between three different cameras (photography camera, vlogging camera, polaroid). I hope you enjoy the video though! #procrastinationproject
I took two back-to-back naps just now, but I still feel quite burnt out, so I figured since I made a video for this post and since this post is also so photo-heavy, I’m going to skimp out on the writing bit.
It’s starting to feel like summer. Finish off the year strong and then go have fun 🙂 Happy May Day!
PS: check out my first post about winter break ’15 (out of three) from earlier today if you missed it
Spring has finally sprung, and here I am throwing it back to winter. I considered pulling photos of campus from my archive spanning all the way from autumn, but while I was sifting through my photos, I realized that I hadn’t taken any pictures during autumn, which is extra weird because I love autumn, or at least my idealization of it: ugly sweaters, scarves, pumpkin spice lattes, cuddling because it’s cold, autumn leaves, hiking in the brisk air, and after that snow, hot cocoa, and malls decorated for holidays.
I’m kinda freaked out that I’m not freaked out right now. It’s Sunday morning, and instead of cramming in all the work I neglected to do earlier this weekend due to the fact that I was living life (Worship Night and visiting the Lego exhibit at the Franklin Institute, which I’ve taken many pictures of and you will be hearing about eventually, and which you can get a sneak peek of via my Snapchat story @auderoylin), I’m writing this blog post. But how can anyone freak out when the world is as beautiful as this? And how can anyone think of anything else but this when this is all you see?
I can’t remember the last time something in my life felt permanent. It was probably the summer after fourth grade when I got my ears pierced. But even then, I knew that if I didn’t like the piercing, I could always take it out and wait for my hole to close up. That summer, I moved with my family from Los Angeles to Beijing. I didn’t know how long we’d be there, but for some reason I knew it wouldn’t be for forever. It was temporary–just a little rest stop on the road trip of life.
Now I’m back in the States for college, but who knows where I’ll be after that? Probably not in the same place. Definitely not in this dorm. So I didn’t see the point of decorating my room with the faerie lights I always wanted to. I didn’t buy the posters I admired at the college poster sale. I didn’t even bring my favourite mug, because I figured it’d be easier to have something more portable like a tumbler.
Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it. -Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember.
The campus is looking beautiful with a fresh layer of snow, but don’t let its calm demeanor fool you. Something unseen threads its way through the spindly branches and rustles the fallen leaves. It finds its way to the hood of your coat and snakes past your scarf, seeping all the way down to the very tip of your toes. And you will know that one thing is true: you can sure as hell feel wind chill, and it’s a biatch.
So I guess it’s an accurate metaphor for love. LOL jk, hope you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day 🙂