Like many frosh and others on this campus, you’re probably wondering “wtf is col??” Fortunately for you, The College of Letters is hosting an open house for Frosh interested in becoming COL majors. COL faculty and students will be meeting in the COL library upstairs in 41 Wyllys (“Boger Hall” lol) on Monday Feb. 29th at 4:15. Come find out more about the major, ask us questions, eat from a veggie tray.
Applications are due March 21st at 3pm and can be found here: http://www.wesleyan.edu/col/apply.html
Date: Monday, February 29
Time: 4:15 – 5:15 PM
Place: COL Library (Upstairs 41 Wyllys)
Cost: “Your Sophomore, Junior and Senior years”
*This post is an updated version of the Eating and Drinking installment of last year’s Orientation Series*
Eating and drinking is a necessity for all living beings, even during your hazy college days. While we all have to adjust our food standards from delicious home-cooked meals to university food, trust me, it could be worse. Wesleyan has many options for dining that you can enjoy regardless of your dietary orientation. Wesleyan was chosen the most vegan-friendly small US school by PETA, and our friends at the Mongolian Grill are always willing to cook-up a chicken tortilla topped with cheese if it’s protein that you want.
This is a part of the Unofficial Orientation Series 2014 to remind you to eat your veggies.
From Kimberly Heras ’17:
In previous years, the Community Engagement Trips have only been open to new students but this year we are opening the opportunity to the whole Wesleyan community! The projects will be held on September 6th and each project is about 1-3 hours long! Sign up and get to know your community and some of your new frosh through a little community service!
Deadline: Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Trip Date: Saturday, September 6, 2014
Cost: Free for everyone!
This post is a repost of a repost of a repost of a repost. Dorm Life never changes much. Unless Fauver becomes Bennett.
At this point in the summer, you are probably fretting over things like college. A sense of melancholy (or jittery excitement and increased WesAdmits activity, if you hated high school) has creeped up on you. Are you making lists of toiletries and getting boxes from Staples to pack your life into? Wondering how much action your soon-to-be bed has gotten in the past? A lot, probably.
But don’t be too frazzled.
Last year’s Unofficial Orientation Series Dorm Living post Wesleying‘s here to answer your 40ish most pressing questions related to waking-up-and-instantly-having-200-or-so-of-your-peers-to-hang-out-with.
The pertinent FAQ doesn’t change much from year to year, so we tend to repost much of the original guide by Norse Goddess Holly-and-Xue ’08 (cuz it’s still damn good and we’re still damn lazy). This re-vamped guide is
up to date and full of Wesjargon:
“Unlike some colleges, there was no sense of a huge ‘stress’ cloud looming over the student body.”
Yet another prefrosh has written in to share some thoughts on the WesFest experience. For previous prefrosh perspectives, click here or here. Here’s Anna Lu ’17, an incoming freshman who first visited Wesleyan at the age of 12:
No words can properly describe Wesleyan. The first time I came to campus was at the age of 12 for my first championship swim meet. Being stuck at a swim meet for the entire day, I took the liberty to explore this mysterious college campus. As the years went by, I narrowed down the necessities of my future college: I’ve loved the idea of having a small liberal arts college in the northeast, an eclectic student body, and a strong science program. Wes fit that perfectly. I took a recruiting trip during the fall and that solidified all previous notions of it being my top choice.
“I tried to look around myself more critically, and… shit, it was just as awesome a place I’ve always thought.”
This year, for the first time ever, we asked prefrosh to send in their impressions of WesFest for publication on Wesleying. Our first guest post comes from Chris Gortmaker ’17, an Early Decision prefrosh from Belmont, Massachusetts. Feel free to leave a comment, but don’t be an asshole. Here’s Chris:
Wesfest was awesome, but really, I wouldn’t have expected anything less. As an ED1 admit, I went to Wesfest without any doubts as to where I’d be spending my next four years. My decision was in, and my two-and-a-half days on campus did nothing but affirm my choice. The fellow prefrosh I met were consistently great people, and everything from Battle of the Bands at Eclectic to wine and cheese (the cheese notoriously absent) at WestCo kicked my ass with just how right it felt.
My sense of belonging stayed with me throughout, but was put somewhat into perspective at the Wednesday night comedy show in the Nics Lounge. A stand-up comedian whose name I forget—I do recall that he, in full police officer garb and brandishing a nightstick, endearingly harassed me later that night in WestCo—brought up an interesting point at the beginning of his act. He proclaimed that Wesleyan was in all respects the best school there was, and that all of us prefrosh present would be crazy not to choose Wes. I heard my own voice in his, as I had been saying things along these lines all day to the other prefrosh I met. Sarcasm began to creep into his voice as he exaggerated, blowing up his praise for Wesleyan to an absurd extent. He exclaimed, “Wow, what is this—a cult?”
“I’m hoping I won’t be put into a double with a freshman or anything. Maybe I will end up in Hewitt!”
Pictured: Julia Clemens ’16 standing in front of a tractor that is almost definitely more spacious than wherever she ends up living next year. (JK, summer housing works out pretty well sometimes.)
GRS is currently in full swing, and if past years’ experiences are any indication, it will be a stressful, random, and thoroughly hellish week, full of broken promises, ruined friendships, and confusing numbers to decipher.* No one is really entirely sure how GRS really works, except Director of ResLife Fran Koerting, who, according to campus legend, wrote down all of the secrets of GRS on a piece of printer paper in 1986 and then buried it in her front yard so no one else could find it,** and possibly Ben Cohen ’10, who wrote out this exhaustive guide to housing options that I am linking here for your convenience. It’s pretty outdated, and Wesleying is too busy interviewing thesis writers to update it, so make of it what you will.
On the bright side, there’s good news:
I don’t have to deal with that shit this year there is sometimes free pizza. The other good news is that as bad as your GRS number is, you still have it better than Julia Clemens ’16, an unsuspecting freshman who has been cursed with the worst GRS number that exists on campus: 590. Clemens, who is pictured above standing in front of a tractor that may or may not be more spacious than her future living quarters, seems to be handling the situation pretty well. Instead of standing in the middle of Andrus moaning “Why meeeee,” she admits that “it’s kind of hilarious” and hopes to fare okay in the summer housing market (as students often do). “My mom wanted to ‘make a fuss,'” Clemens admits, “but I told her I didn’t think that would help.” (It wouldn’t.)
Here is our full interview with Julia Clemens ’16, Owner of the Worst GRS Number Currently In Existence at Wesleyan.
PSA: Remember, guys, don’t build igloos.
From Jay Sharma ’16 comes a handsome photo diary of the newly founded “WestCo 5,” an igloo community that took root in the WestCo courtyard in the immediate aftermath of Nemo’s historic reign. Curiously, the structure seems to have evaded ResLife’s infamous Igloo Moratorium of 2011, but the ensuing events may well be an instructive indicator of why ResLife banned igloos in the first place.
According to Sharma, the project began with a core crew of WestCo 4 residents, centering around Hannah Salzer ’16, Angus McLean ’16, Johnny Crook ’16, and Dara Mysliwiec ’16. Then, when Sharma and other friends from WestCo 1 (Saarim Zaman ’16, Max Atkinson ’16, and Nikku Chatha ’16) joined in, the project took on a larger scale.
“Originally it was going to be a one- or two-person igloo,” Sharma explained, “but as the day went on, the building crew got bigger, and each time we went into the igloo to chill there would be a couple of people who couldn’t fit in. So in an effort to fit everyone in, we just kept making it bigger, and now it fits nine or ten people comfortably.” Well, now it fits no one, because it’s melted. But you know.
Pictured: chocolate valentines from mom. Really.
Valentine’s Day kind of fizzled out when I was in high school. The teachers stopped handing out candy, and unless you had a significant other, the only thing you cared about was your chemistry exam that day. With the occasional joke about being single and forever alone, Valentine’s Day had disappeared as a fun, childhood holiday, expected to make a revival when I got a boyfriend who’d forget to buy flowers.
I expected college to be the same, especially a college like Wesleyan where today’s hookup mentality has been fully embraced. I figured it’d be a nonissue.
Boy, was I wrong.
The hype started on the first day of the semester, when my social psychology professor changed up the syllabus so we’d study interpersonal attraction on this most special of days. I thought that was cute, not realizing how exhausting it would be by the time Valentine’s Day actually rolled around.
A few days ago, the fliers and notices started going out about all the different Valentine’s Day fundraisers and events on campus: a cappella serenades, candy grams, and four-course meals at Usdan. But Wesleyan doesn’t only cater to couples—there’s also a “Fuck Valentines Day” singles Slowdance performance (which I can’t help but wish was actually a bunch of people waltzing without partners).
“I also came into contact with human brains and whole pelicans stuffed in jars with preservatives.”
In all our excitement over move-in day and Common Moment, we totally spaced on this heartwarming New York Daily News profile on Ryan Moyé ’16, a newly arrived frosh from Harlem who has spent two years working at the American Museum of Natural History, taking four advanced-level courses and producing a research paper. This summer, Moyé took home the museum’s first-ever Science Scholar Award, winning a $30,000 scholarship. His expertise? Dinosaurs.
“I went hardcore into sciences and math in my junior year,” said Moyé, who won the award for his computer-aided comparisons of the complex skull shapes of prehistoric reptiles called crurotarsans, which are ancestors of crocodiles.
Not all of Moyé role models in the museum were fossilized, however:
To stay afloat in the sea of bones and research, Moyé got help from a mentor, Stephen Brusatte.
A graduate student under Mark Norell, the museum’s paleontology chairman and curator, Brusatte says he was impressed by Moyé’s perseverance. Together, they charted the evolving shape and size of the prehistoric skulls.
Wesleying caught up Moyé, who just turned 18 last week, for a brief interview about the museum, his impressions of Wes, and human brains in jars. Click past the jump for the full interview.