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March 2015

Cap & Gown Got Me Down

March 30, 2015

Two years ago, when P&S was a baby blog living on Blogger, I wrote a post about an email GW sent to us the April of my sophomore year. The email was an invitation to a “Halfway to Graduation!” Party. I was appalled. Who were the cynical people celebrating the halfway mark to the end of my life? Needless to say, I didn’t attend. P&S The Last Year Series

Somehow though, halfway has become 7/8ths of the way done and GW has decided to celebrate my fall from college grace with another feté: The Commencement Fair.

I was still appalled at the thought of connecting the words ‘fair’ and ‘commencement,’ because I have yet to see what it is that we’re celebrating. The loss of Wednesday mornings without work or class? Going to yoga during the day? Going out on a Tuesday? I couldn’t wrap my mind around something festive waiting for me in our basement bookstore when I was feeling so stunted by the onslaught of graduation nerves. But I had to get my cap and gown. I had no choice.

As it turns out, a party would have been much appreciated.

The grey of the bookstore was punctuated by 4 balloons. Four. Then there was a line of tables representing the Senior Class Gift, the yearbook, and two reps from Herff Jones that spend most of their time in underground bookstores trying to sell class rings to people who have yet to accept that they’re even graduating. Besides me, Chelsea and the employees of the bookstore, they were the only one’s there.

“Buying your gowns?”

It was a guy with a deadpan expression standing behind the register. The shock that ran through me is equivalent to the shock that ran through Hogwarts each time Harry Potter was brave enough to utter the name Voldemort. The robe that shall not be named. 

We purchased our cap and gown ($60, available from Herff Jones universities wide) as the deadpan man pointed to a window at the other end of the room.

“Go pick them up there.”

And so we did. We gave them our height and they gave us gowns that are supposed to fit and a cap that honestly may not fit my head and then it was over. It was over and we were walking up the stairs back to the day. I felt like something huge had just happened in a very quiet way. Chelsea teared up as we passed the Registrar’s office. Because now it’s unavoidable.

And there were only four balloons.

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On My Mind, Its March What?

March 23, 2015

Excuse me calendar, I think you have it wrong. There’s no way we could possibly already be encroaching on April, right? Wrong. Terribly wrong. It’ll probably be no surprise to the members of the class of 2015 reading this that May is on my mind this week (again). It has a lot to do with GIRLS not being back until after I’m a college graduate and GW calling the time we buy our cap & gown a fair.

Here’s what’s up this week:

1. the commencement fair

I’m thinking that this four day ‘fair,’ or excuse to buy your cap and gown at the bookstore is why I have May on the mind. Look out for a whole post on how sadistic I feel it is to link the word commencement and fair together later on this week.

2. GIRLS Season Finale

Its one of those episodes that I’ll be thinking of for a long time, in part because of the absurdity of it, but also because it was poignant and somehow applicable to a lot of things. This episode said big things about life and about Cheryl Sandberg and about moving on and time in general. Hannah summed up life (as in my current state): “I can’t guarantee perfection, but I can guarantee intrigue.” It rung in my ears. I tweeted it and was retweeted 16 times by users with Spanish language bios (I can’t explain). I cried when it said 6 months later on the screen; I don’t like when shows mirror how fast time can go. I’m feeling panicked that I won’t know where Adam is until I’m post grad.

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3. the jinx

Ok, so this is less poignant than GIRLS, but considerably more addicting. My best friend and I started watching this weekend after all the hubbub following the finale last week. From the opening sequence on, its impossible not be sucked into this unending mystery and the mystifying question of how he continued to get away with murder. This week I’m thinking about finishing the episodes, but not looking forward to looking at Robert Durst’s eyes; they’re black pits.

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4. a p&s project

I couldn’t be more excited! I’m rounding up some great friends to help me out with a project. We had trouble figuring out timing and scheduling but it looks like its finally happening! #pandsinprogress

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The To Do List, An Update

March 22, 2015

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The point of the Last Year Series To Do List was to break me out of all the habitual activities I’d fallen in to over my time at GW. It was meant to pull me out of the GW bubble and force me to realize that DC may not be my home for much longer; I need to explore and do all the things that I haven’t gotten around to in the last three and a half years. Well, it turns out, that there’s an inherent issue in the plan: old habits die hard. 

I’ve yet to host a freshmen year third floor reunion, or take the elevator to the top of the Washington Monument, so I can see all of DC stretch out around me. I haven’t tried caviar. I haven’t returned to the site of my 21st birthday party to get overpriced drinks at POV.

Hopefully, now that spring seems to be coming out of hibernation, I’ll feel more inclined to leave the warmth of my apartment and venture out into the city to go see Albert Einstein, or take a morning walk into Arlington Cemetery.

Maybe, just maybe by this time next week, I’ll have three from that long list crossed off. Be on the look out for posts documenting my adventures & thanks for coming along for the ride!

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Miami Adventuring, Wynwood Walls

March 18, 2015

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You didn’t expect my fair skin to be able to sit on a beach for six days straight, did you? Even under the umbrella this was impossible. So, on Wednesday, we ditched the beach and decided to go adventuring. We ended up in Wynwood, a neighborhood where the walls are painted and the hipster part of my soul felt right at home.

Everything is art. The sidewalk is a canvas; it is painted with quotes and hopscotch and lines of spray paint that didn’t hit the walls at the right angle. It was the quotes, of course, that kept me looking down and stopping to take photos on our 200 foot walk from the car to the walls. There’s something about people saying something poignant and then someone else intensifying the sentiment by making it art. What I would give for an artist to follow me around and make beautiful all the things I say throughout the day… Then again, I’m no R.M. Drake, so I’m not sure if it would have the same effect.

After a walk through the walls, a photoshoot and some inevitable pink skin appearing on my shoulders, we capped the trip off with a glass of wine and an Italian lunch. All in all, I would say, as always, adventuring is worth it.

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5 First Time Experiences in Miami

March 16, 2015

In honor of my return from South Beach, I’m ditching On My Mind this week. Instead, I’m sharing with you 5 first-time experiences I brought back to DC with me.

I have to admit I was a little hesitant about South Beach; it never seemed to me like I would be into the scene. I was wrong. There’s something about a city that doesn’t turn the lights on at 1:30 for a 2 am closing time. Its only good vibes when you can dance all night long with people who want to dance all night long with you. Minus the cat calling issues they seem to have, this city is the perfect let-loose getaway.

I left a bit of my soul in Miami (who knew!), but these are 5 first-time experiences I brought back with me:

1. cuban food

Somehow I went through the first 21 years of my life without eating Cuban food. This past week I realized that this is 21 years too long. Any cuisine that holds black beans in such high esteem is the cuisine for me. We ate it three times in one week (in response to this an Uber driver told me that I would have to lose weight right when I returned home). Now, as I’m sitting on my couch after eating a sad banana, I wish that I had a plate of Cuban food from Puerto Sagua.

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2. octopus

I. ate. octopus. I don’t like sushi, so on our first night when we went to Sushi Samba on Lincoln Road, I chose octopus over raw fish. I can’t say I hated it, but I can’t say I loved it either. The suction cups were a little weird, but hey, it was about the experience. Below is a photo of me taken before a suction cup lodged itself on my tongue (the experience was over after that).

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 3. argentine helado

Helado is the crossover between Italian gelato and American Ice cream. Its also one of the best things that’s ever happened to my palate. One scoop of dark chocolate and one scoop of milk chocolate with whole almonds on a cone made certain that this Miami vacation was reminiscent of my ice cream eating family Florida vacations of the past. We sat under palm trees and people watched as we finished our cones. What more could you ask for?

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4. sleeping on a futon for six nights

I didn’t say that all of these experiences were good ones. I slept on a white pleather futon for six nights. My back is not thanking me, but in some silly way, sleeping on that futon gave me that I-did-college-spring-break feeling (even though I didn’t really). I was sleeping in a room that acted as kitchen, sitting room, bedroom, pregame spot, & collapsing station after a long day on the beach. Admittedly I’m a bit of a princess, so this sleeping arrangement was a feat in itself.

5. little havana

People call Miami the capital of Latin America. I didn’t really understand this sentiment until I walked down Collier or Ocean and heard more Spanish than English. The sentiment was really solidified when, on our last night, we trekked from South Beach to mainland Miami to eat Cuban food in Little Havana. Our waitress spoke little English and the rest of the wait and managerial staff seemed to speak little or none. It was exciting to see this little bastion of foreign culture without having to leave the country. Whenever you take an American Literature class they talk about melting pots and local color; this experience made the idea of the many dimensions of local color throughout our country a very real thing.

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Spring Break 2015

March 7, 2015

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Number 20 on the Last Year Series To Do List is “Go on a tropical spring break.” Well, after a touch and go moment with one plan falling through and another one not readily available, it’s happening. Miami here I come! (Not as tropical as I was originally thinking, but islands aren’t the only places with palm trees).

I’m hoping that I can put on two hats this break: granny & college spring breaker. This means books on the beach and a lot of fun at night exploring a city that I’ve never been to before. There will be some guest appearances by high school friends, my cousin Matt, and my GGLittle.

So, cheers to not knowing exactly what I’m going to get & cheers to my last spring break as an under grad. I’ll see you all in a week with some new posts and a lot of photos! 

little moments make you big & big trips make for good stories,

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