I’m sure I’m going to piss off half the Ivy League by comparing Cornell to Columbia, but let’s pretend–just for a moment–that all Ivy League students are comrades as we wade through the treacherous final exam periods at our respective fine Northeastern institutions, okay?

Bwog, an awesome blog over at Columbia, went around and took pictures of various students’ workspaces in Butler Library (what I assume is Columbia’s Uris equivalent). What they found looks at lot like what Cornell students have been seeing & experiencing this week. Also awesome:

“A boy, having noticed our camera, went up to Bwog and informed us that somewhere on the fourth floor, a creature was dwelling who had taped pictures of her family on the walls.”

The post, aptly titled “A Dark Night of the Soul”, and more photos like the one below, can be found here.

TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR PHOTOGRAPHS OF A RITUALISTIC BURNING OF ALL MY FINANCE COURSE MATERIALS. [I hope.]

First, I am alive. Sorry for the lack of updates, but I literally need every single credit to graduate on time, and when you’re dealing with finals and/or papers for seven (!!!) classes while trying to navigate the senior-class event & celebration schedule, well … little luxuries like sleep, showering and blogging must be sacrificed in the name of passing Finance class. In hindsight, I should have taken half the courseload and would have been better off taking an extra semester here — because, much to the dismay of my parents, I refused to give up any of my on-campus activities. But all that is another story for another day, and extra semesters ain’t free. Anyway, I’ll be back in full-force soon.

Ah, Hotelie Senior Prom. As the Hotel School has long been teased for its high school-like structure — small size, intimate classes, lockers in the hallways and a healthy gossip circuit — the seniors [independently of the school!] have thrown themselves a Hotelie Senior Prom to appropriately celebrate their reputation as well as their own awesomeness. I could fill an entire book with the events that transpired at Hotelie Prom last week, so I’ll sum it up by saying that taking all the senior Hotelies — who, individually, are traditionally the life of any party — and throwing them together in one room with formal wear, music and refreshments results in … the world exploding. Below, a shot of the girls (and the animal print makes an appearance once again):

And last night, another prom! The Class of 2008 started a new tradition, a Cornell-wide Senior Class prom held in the incredible Duffield Hall atrium space. Open bar + charity + pretty outfits = amazing, of course, but there was more to the experience than that.

I was on the Prom Court (giggle!) and the dozen (or so) of us on Court went up on a balcony overlooking the whole prom for the King/Queen crowning ceremony. As soon as we got up there, though, the entire place busted out in the Alma Mater together and from where we stood, we held hands and looked down to see the whole graduating class singing our school song together. It was just so … moving.

I recognized so many faces in the crowd and realized just how much this place has given me, how profoundly Cornell has changed me and how truly unforgettable every moment of the last four years has been. It was a sad moment, but, truly, a fitting end to my four years here. I guess it’s ironic that this moment occurred while I was teetering on my high heels, wearing a dress and standing on a balcony inside the atrium of an Engineering building on a Saturday night, but it was a memorable moment nonetheless. I understand how potentially lame and Tour-Guidey this may all sound, but feeling such a connection with my Cornell graduating class was one of the most heartwarming moments of my college experience. . . even though I didn’t win Prom Queen.