This is a view from my morning walk up “Science Hill” to my science class, Dynamic Earth, which I really need to pass if I have any intention of graduating.
Jamie, Yen. and I, in a burst of fitness and energy, decided to run to East Rock. East Rock is a “mountainous ridge” with high cliffs and surrounded by a cute little neighborhood of the same name (according to Wikipedia). Ā The park is a popular running spot with students and New Haven residents, especially the trek up the ridge, which is wooded and surrounded by water. Interesting fact, the “workout culture” that is an essential element of my generation, is a fairly recent phenomenon. Only in the last twenty years or so has culture shifted away from hiding/covering things about our bodies (and by our, I mean the female body) and instead focused on making the body fit and healthier. An example of this is the decline in the use of things like girdles, which are the modern form of the corset. There’s even a new fashion trend that discourages the use of bras, which studies have shown are bad for female bodies and irrevocably alter our natural shapes.
First Monday night Whiffenpoof performance at Mory’s! This was a whole lot of Yale traditions wrapped into one: our Monday night dinner group, Mory’s (the quintessential “old boys club,” whose membership is available only to those affiliated with the University), and the Whiffenpoofs of Yale, the oldest collegiate a cappella group in the country.
Yen got the front seat to a lovely serenade
September 8, 2014: 251 days to steep myself in the old traditions of privilege and prestige (seriously though, I love the tradition)
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