Congratulations, December completions, triple-major overachievers and all those who took a semester off to join a monastery and chant in caves/juice-fasted at Hindu-Jewish vegan camps in Arizona/etc. Our late/early end to our academic journeys was marked by a cozy lunch yesterday afternoon in President Roth’s office (nice touch with the dove grey and white Diorish walls, btw) and speeches by Dean Mike Whaley, Class of 2013 Dean Louise Brown, and the the President himself, telling us all what excellent students we have been and what excellent adults, professionals, social workers and donating alumni we will become.
Thank you, Wesleyan. It’s been an incredible three and a half years.
Yeah, we caved. Wesleying is finally on Instagram as @wesleying. Less editing. More pictures. No irony. Feel free to follow us, like all of our photos, and post passive aggressive comments to your heart’s content. If you have any relevant snaps/catpaints, tag us @wesleying or #wesleying for a repost.
For all of you non-iPhone users or those who don’t “believe” in smart phones “and all they represent,” stalk our account on Webstagram.
Unfortunately, this weekend did not start on a Wednesday given the tropical downpour that trapped Nest-goers indoors because their housemates thought the rain a good excuse to curl up and watch Dexter. Thursday passed in the same depressing mode, but Wesleyan stepped up to the plate on Friday, serving up a rowdy crowd at the packed Jurassic Park screening at the Goldsmith Family Cinema. Enthusiastic sophomore Trevor Dorn-Wallenstein ’15 even dressed the part in a dino onesie. Good for him.
An hour after movie-goers stumbled out of the family cinema, people began to congregate at Senior Fauver and whatever silent party was going on on Fountain. Digression: What is up with Fountain this year? Where are the fun parties?
Spotted last night on the corner of Church and Pine this weekend: two WesTrendies (A “Berlin” Marcus ’13 and an unidentified rando) sporting shiny Dairy Milk-purple bombers. Chocolate bar wrapper seemed to be the colour du jour in the early hours of Sunday morning.
Take cues from your classmates and draw fashspiration from your favorite childhood sweets—a pink BubbleYum puffer jacket or an experimental Solero-inspired dye job maybe? Cast aside those black North Faces and “Anoraks” in favor of spirit-lifting, deliriously bright rainbow outerwear.