Around the Horn

I picked up my parents at the Ithaca airport Saturday morning.  My brother Robert and I walked to Schoellkopf to attend Convocation, where David Plouffe, senior campaign manager for Barack Obama, commended the graduating class for shaping the election and promoting change for the future.  Plouffe also gave a shoutout to my friend CJ, who served as Convocation Chair, and his recent unsuccessful foray with Introduction to Wines.  In other words, he didn’t pass (sorry, CJ).  The Lins then set off on a full day of receptions and get togethers.  The weather was sunny and humid.  “I didn’t expect Ithaca to be this warm,” my mom remarked, as she trailed 25 feet behind Robert and I.  Apparently her solution to the heat is walking at a snail-slow pace while holding her handbag over her face to block the sun: an interesting sight.

Rise and shine!  Drowsy from the red-eye flight…

…cleaned up at the Johnson Museum

Sunday was a whirlwind of caps, gowns, diplomas, flowers, and balloons.  All the graduates assembled on the Arts Quad before the procession started around 10AM.  With overcast skies, I was glad that it was cooler, since sitting in a black robe that doubles as a compact sauna is not an ideal situation for anyone.  During the procession, my heart dropped when we walked through the Day Hall parking lot.  There, professors flanked both sides in their Harry Potter-esque cap and gown regalia, clapping and congratulating us on this special occasion.  It really put our achievement–graduation from a university–on a much more meaningful scale.  It was a bittersweet sendoff as we progressed to the stadium.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen Schoellkopf packed (it apparently has a capacity of 40,000), but it was teeming with family and friends Sunday morning:

Meanwhile, on the other side, Robert reported that the scene at Schoellkopf resembled the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games.  “And now…the College of Arts and Sciences!”

President David Skorton addressed the graduates, asking us to take charge and embrace change.  With our liberal arts foundation and Cornell support, we have the skills and moral character that’ll ensure success in the future.  Then, one by one, the degrees were conferred.  Most notable in show were the Vet grads, who cleverly blew up arm-long plastic gloves to double as those thunder sticks you get at basketball games.  When Skorton mentioned “swine flu,” the flurry of blow-up arms drew a huge laugh.  We sang the Alma Mater as an entire class (I teared up a little bit), and before I knew it, it was over.

It still hasn’t hit me yet.  In a few months, I’ll be moving into an apartment in Manhattan and working in finance, a response which drew a lot of “get us out of this mess” and “finance…oh, I see” comments this past week.  I will be returning to JPMorgan this August, working in their Sales and Trading division, undoubtedly entering a field that thrives on high stress and quick thinking.  This show-no-mercy masochistic environment gets me going, and while I may be hitting the floor early in the morning, working hard every second until evening, I know it’ll be a fun ride.

I have many people to thank in this last (and rather long) blog entry.  First, to my family.  It was my dad who pushed for me to apply to Cornell in the first place.  Although we are separated for most of the year, the support my parents have given me over my 22 years, their respect for the “college experience” and their personal American Dreams have shaped me into the optimistic and direct Cornellian I am today.  To Robert, for becoming a new close friend instead of the pesky brother that makes fun of me…oh, wait…

Next, to friends old and new.  Special shoutout to my 219 Linden roommates (Katy, Hannah, Cath, Court, Michelle, Jill, Kara), some SHpecial friends, my KDs, fellow tour guides, and while it looks like I’m pulling names from a baby book, in no specific order: Jen, Danny, Frankel, Dave, Paz, Schneida, Steve, Scott M., Alex, Ryan, Bryant, Ray, Krebs, James, Jess, Sarah, and I’m missing about 50 other names–please forgive me, and the really nice coffee lady at CTB who always gets my medium hazelnut coffee…apparently her name is Paula.  To friends that I met from the first week of freshman year, and others I met this past year, with so little time left.  Regardless of duration, the bonds are rock solid and long term.  I’m talking about us ladies sitting in rockers knitting together when we’re grandmothers.  Not to ride on any stereotypes, but the guys, well, I don’t foresee us knitting, but perhaps playing golf or something else.  You all have changed my perspective on life and taught me to see things differently.  I’ll cherish our fun nights out, the relaxed nights in, the impromptu discussions, and heart-to-hearts.   While I’ll be able to see a lot of you next year in NYC, to everyone else spreading out in the states (or even going overseas), we are the generation of GChat, email, Facebook, and Skype, and by George, I hope we stay in touch.

Thanks to my elder mentors.  To my professors, who have instilled the importance of learning and curiosity. To Lisa, who got me this blogging job and put up with my antics: you probably think I’m crazy.  To Hilary, my rowing coach for 3 years: thank you for taking a doe-eyed freshman under your wing and giving me knowledge, faith, and the challenge of the sport of rowing, which I look on as one of my most memorable experiences.  To Taiya and Peggy, my tour guiding supervisors, I will definitely miss the hubbub in Day Hall.  Even to my finance gurus at my upcoming job (Rita, DBD, and others, all Cornell grads!), I appreciate your mentoring and look forward to August.

To my readers (Matt, Drew, this is for you):  Thank you for your continued support and comments.  While I was sure that the banality of my routine college lifestyle would be as boring as watching summer TV reruns, I’m glad there was something in my blog that willed the faithful few to keep up with my life.  Maybe it was the pictures…

And finally, thank you, Cornell, for the most amazing 4 years of my life.  Leisurely, I will miss Stella’s half-off burgers, late night pizza from Sindbad’s, Cornell Dairy ice cream, pitchers at CTB, fun nights at Rulloffs and the Palms, Olin Cafe, runs through the Plantations, Cayuga Inlet, the chimes, muffins and soup from Temple of Zeus, the driving range, and of course, Wegmans.  Let’s not forget the prelims, problem sets, papers, the bitter wind, and the hills.  You have challenged me, excited me, and given me hope and opportunity.  I leave the Hill with a sweet taste in my mouth and an enthusiastic smile.  I’ll be back, but for now, I’m ready for the next chapter in my life.

Finals are finally over, or in my case, have been for the past 6 months, but all of my friends are finally on the same page with having fun and living up the last few days as a college student.

Is Senior Week fun?  Absolutely.  Is Senior Week relaxing?  Depends on how you look at it.  Starting in early April, Senior Week tickets for events, including white water rafting, spa days, brunches, cruises, and wine tours, go live for the mad rush of Seniors who buy to their liking.  I opted for a couple of events spread throughout the week.   Outside of events my friends and I went to the movies (Star Trek and Angels & Demons), visited a ton of bbqs and parties, soaked up sun at the Plantations, went to the driving range, and of course, hit up the Collegetown bars at night.  At the same time, the Senior Week planning committee also planned free events on campus, starting with a carnival in Barton, a Casino Night in Duffield, and free dinner catered by Dinosaur BBQ (YUM! Love those pulled pork sandwiches).

A brief picture log of a few of my week’s events…

Starting off the week with a little bit of winetasting at Cayuga Lake wineries…

A Twilight Cruise with some close friends…

A sunset dinner cruise on Seneca Lake…

And a refreshing day hike of Buttermilk Falls!

There wasn’t an excuse not to do something every day, since “final”, “thesis”, and “grade” did not apply.  This is the life of leisure.  In good company, weather, and food and drink, no better way to celebrate the past 4 years.  The Class of 2009 knows how to party, and we sure went out with a bang.

Under a pleasant April sunset, the Class of 2009 kicked off their Senior Class celebration with a reception at the Johnson Museum.  A group of 600 Seniors gathered in the lobby for some catching up, hors d’oeuvres, drinks, and open access to the museum exhibits.  However, no Senior Sendoff is complete without a champagne toast–not just a nod to our many 21st birthday celebrations in the past year–from our lovely President David Skorton.  The mood was a lot more subdued and nostalgic than College Ave. on a Saturday night, and Skorton’s somber yet hopeful speech appropriately reflected what many of us will face in a month.  While I count my blessings everyday that I have something lined up after graduation, some of my friends are still on the lookout for jobs.  It’s a tough time to be a recent college grad, but knowing that we have a strong and extensive Cornell network behind our backs is reassuring, a reminder that we still have time to figure things (read: life) out, and that everything does come together in the end.

Skorton thanked the Class of 2009 for inviting him to the reception, mentioning that a perk of the job was being able to toast the outgoing Senior Classes each year.  Someone in the crowd then smartly retorted that another perk is the “sweet parking spot” right outside Day Hall, to which Skorton admitted in good spirits.

Cheers!

Ah, yes, the Big Red Ambition.  I remember opening the Daily Sun my freshman year to a page long list of 161 things every Cornellian must do before departing the Hill.  With feats as simple as eating pizza at the Nines (#96) to a little more daring (#36. Dress up and view the Rocky Horror Picture Show at Risley), you have four years to check off all 161 things.  As of last week I realized that I had only completed 70.

I completed a double whammy last Friday: #14. Listen to a full chimes concert from the clock tower and guess the songs played. and #161. Climb all 161 steps to the top of McGraw Tower.  My friend Kathy is a Chimesmaster and invited a couple of friends to scale the 161 steps on a beautiful afternoon.  If you heard the 6 PM bells, that was yours truly tag-teaming with 3 other friends.  Kathy dazzled a full crowd with her agile chiming technique, playing Malaguena, Les Miserables, and Kokomo.  The view from the top is truly spectacular, although my acrophobic self did get a little queasy walking around the top.  Some pics:

In a scramble to partake in everything Ithaca has to offer, Katy and I trekked over to Taughannock Falls State Park last Saturday for a leisurely hike.  With a 215 feet drop, the falls is taller than Niagara Falls, and is one of the highest drops east of the Rockies, not to mention a stone’s throw from campus.  We hiked on a flat 3/4 mile trail to get to the falls, soaking up the sun and marveling at the natural beauty.  Definitely won’t be able to see things like this in New York City…

Jumping for joy?

Beautiful!

After a whirlwind trip to Europe-more updates to come over the next week-I arrived in Ithaca at 6 pm last Sunday.  Completely dazed and jetlagged, I had completely forgotten (rather, wrongly assumed) that Girl Talk, the mash-up DJ sensation, was set to perform in Barton Hall at 7 pm.

A friend welcomes me home…and offers me an extra ticket to the sold out concert.  Reluctant at first, Ryan’s “carpe diem”/once-in-a-lifetime speech wins me over, and I decide to go to the concert, skipping a much-needed post-travel shower (you know how you always feel so gross getting off a plane?).  Not that this would matter, since the huge crowd reeked of sweat anyway.

My friend Katy and I were bumped back and forth in the crowd for 10 minutes before we decided to take a water break and dance in the periphery.  Why make like a sardine when you can rock out on the sides, with a 5-foot radius for your dancing pleasure?  We stay on the edges, busting out our unique dance moves, minding our own business (”dance like no one’s watching…” possibly the most popular quote among high school girls). Before we know it, a girl working the show pulls us over and asks, “Hey, would you guys like to go up on stage?” Um, is that even a question? We get the wristband hookup, and make our way on stage.

Girl Talk was amazing.  The biggest and best dance party of the year.  Every song/sample was geniusly matched, with a mix of old and new. I managed to snap a shot from stage:

This morning, I got an email from my friend Scott. Attached:

That would be yours truly tripping out in the back.  Proof that Cornellians know how to have a good time.

My roommate Hannah is part of the Museum Club, which on top of calling the Johnson Art Museum home, work the various exhibits and events throughout the year.  Last Sunday, the Johnson Museum featured an Australian Art and Culture exhibit.  And although I was only there for a short time (my car was double parked, and I was paranoid of getting ticketed, so my eyes darted back and forth between the lot and the exhibit).  One of the most interesting points of the visit was the didgeridoo concert.  The didgeridoo makes a low droning sound that apparently helps with sleep apnea.  Who knew?  The didgeridoo performance up close was neat, since the performers have to maintain a consistent drone with circular breathing.  So they breathe in and out simultaneously.  Pretty neat.

“Dear Seniors,

On behalf of the 2009 Convocation Committee, I am pleased to announce that Mr. David Plouffe, Chief Campaign Manager of Obama for America, President Barack Obama’s historic presidential campaign, will headline the Class of 2009’s Convocation Ceremony on Saturday, May 23, 2009. ”

Unexpected, but I’m looking forward to it.  While Mr. Plouffe may not be the most recognizable name, I think he’ll deliver a pertinent and inspiring message.  Talking with my roommate Katy, both of us hoped that the speech wouldn’t sugarcoat the real world too much.  We all realize the current economic crisis that the US is facing; all of us have worried about the immediate 2-year outlook of our post-college lives at some point in these past few months.  I think we need to stay hopeful but realistic.  It would just be an awkward situation if the message delivered was too rah-rah, while the grim reality is one of unemployment and stagnancy.

However, if going out into the real world isn’t scaring anyone, it’s probably this ending statement in the e-mail:

“I wish you the best for our final three months as Cornell undergraduates and hope you and your family will join us on May 23. ”

Three more months in Ithaca with my friends.  Yikes!

Having a car on campus for the past two years has really changed my perception of our four-wheeled friends.  Bold statement, I know, but consider this:  you live on North Campus your freshman year, with a select sprinkling of your class having cars.  The only exposure you have to current music, in the form of radio stations, is via car, which you rarely ride in your freshman year.  Not having a car also deems you virtually directionless anywhere outside of campus:  Routes 79, 96, 13, don’t exactly ring a bell.  The second you come home for winter break, driving seems so foreign.  I’m not ashamed to admit that moving quicker than walking pace freaked me out the first few days back home.

Aside from the practical perks of having a car, one thing that we miss out on is car naming.  I drove a silver minivan in high school named Linus.  However, my naming scheme has changed from just “liking” a name (Did you know that Linus actually means “flax”? Right.) to coming up with witty and creative names based on one’s license plate letter and number permutation.

For example:  My friend Danny’s license plate is DXT ####.  The name that first comes to mind is “Dexter”.  How apropos that Danny enjoys watching the show “Dexter” on Showtime, and that Danny sometimes wears glasses that kind of remind me of Dexter’s Laboratory.

Another few examples:  Adam’s license plate is CVZ ####. This is not meant to offend anyone, but the name we came up with was “Chavez”.  Even my friend Hannah, with license plate RJY ###, can come up with “Ray Jay” as her car’s name.Take it as you may, but these consonants all fit well into the naming scheme.

My license plate?  TNM ###.  No cutesy names here.  Tannym, Tennyam, all seem to be far stretches and don’t roll off the tongue as easily.  The only one that fits seems to be–Tsunami.

“That’s not a real name.”
“Well, at least it sounds intimidating.”

The Cornell Cinema has been screening a series of documentaries and films that center around water.  Last night, my roommate Katy and I went to see Up the Yangtze, which centers around an impoverished family trying to make ends meets.  Realizing their inevitable eviction along with little-to-none government compensation they’ll receive as “illegal citizens”, the family decides to send their oldest daughter Cindy to work on a Yangtze cruise ship.  The damming completely exploits China’s history and integrity; the workers on the ship are taught what to say and how to act, the entertainer on the ship sings “it’s so easy to learn Chinese-y” while the tourists dress up in “traditional” yellow emperor robes.  The entire cruise centers around the fact that ancient villages and sites will soon be under water.  At the same time, the tourism industry helps China because it offers so many jobs and opportunities, to which many are grateful for.  The cinematography is absolutely stunning, seeing the juxtaposition of vanishing natural scenic beauty with concrete and metal.  As much as our media focuses on alarming economic growth and looming prosperity of China, the documentary rightfully counters the light-speed cities with the dire situation of many rural citizens .