This is my room, my bed in the window seat, looking out across to Taylor Hall.
The thing I love about Bryn Mawr most, more than the castle-like buildings, the old and mysterious traditions, the fascinating classes and gorgeous campus, is the people. The people here are unique, each with her own way of life, her own interests, her own energy. Some may overlap, some may differ immensely, but all are willing to share their passion about what they do.
Tonight I was standing out in my hall talking to a hallmate, when a girl walked by. I never know who the new upperclassmen living in my hall are, and, as people at Bryn Mawr do, I introduced myself. She asked us how we liked the school, and we began a long conversation about our newfound love affair with the place. We talked for at least an hour, and she told us about old traditions that have existed for decades (some for over a century!). We discussed the tunnels that exist in Bryn Mawr campus--tunneling from the Pems to Thomas is possible (one person does have to unlock the passageway from inside the dumbwaiter)--and how much we want to explore them. We discussed Pem arch and the friendship poles, the moon bench and Rock arch.
Conversation then shifted to our activities, and once she discovered I play capoeira she told me I should come try out for the latin dance club here. We talked long after everyone else went to bed about Whoopie Goldberg, musicals, dance, and again, how much we love our school.
