So. Where to begin? Well, classes are over, and unless I screw up significantly on my final papers, I shall pass! Yaaaaay! Slope day was fun; I slept in and cleaned my room. Seriously, there were baby dust bunnies riding atop their mamma dust bunnies. This was perhaps the one and only time in my life that I did not find bunnies to be cute. Then I went to the barbeque at my house with all my lovely friends and ate more burgers than I feel comfortable divulging on the interwebs and laughed and talked. We went to Libe Slope to listen to the concert, but I’m not going to lie: every year, I only walk down there for the frozen yogurt pops. This year they had TWO flavors, guys! Blueberry and pomegranate, mmmmmm. The concerts are never really to my liking, but this year was particularly bad.
I have no idea who “Hoodie Allen” or “Kendrick Lamar” are, but all I can tell you is that they are chauvinist pigs and if it had been any other day but a beautiful early May day where I was surrounded by those that I love and cherish, I would have called for the stirrups in order to get on my feminist high horse. No, I am not interested in shaking my “f**king booty” on stage, and whether I have “big boobies” or not is none of your business. I ignored the music and talked to my friends instead.
Anyways, I could go into a very long and slightly heated analysis of why people such as the so-called “artists” at Slope Day feed into our culture of objectification and superficiality, but you know what? Despite that, I am happy-sad. Happy-sad is actually, in my opinion, a lovely emotion; you get the best of both worlds, as you are smiling and yet slightly nostalgic. I’m happy that the semester is over: who isn’t? But I am also sad that my time at Cornell is coming so rapidly to an end. Every semester seems to be going by faster than the last one, and sometimes I wish I could stretch out the hours and days and hold on to them.
I’m sad that my senior friends are leaving. I’m sad that Violet will be off in London next semester. And I’m actually rather sad that my classes are over. This semester has been so important for me: as a student, as a friend, as a human.
But enough. I am happy for the warm weather, the company of good friends, the ability to lock myself in my room and write, the opportunity to go to Rome (AAAAHHHHH, SO EXCITED!!!!), the return home to my family. Rather than an end, I would like to think of this time as a continuation in growing and learning.
And with that, I shall leave you. Staying up until 3:00 am watching The Hunger Games is surprisingly exhausting. I hope everyone had a happy Slope Day!