“…she stopped paying close attention to his words and when at red lights, examined the rain drops spattering on the windshield so intently that she almost stared right through them. Each drop seemed stuck on the glass, until another drop landed on it and they rolled down the window together, ending in a climactic splash.”


Sara: English major/Gender and Sexuality Studies minor, working at a nonprofit that gets young women ready for and interested in running for office/maybe soon applying to grad school, writer, clarinetist.

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So here is a thing: instead of taking pictures, at least my dad, and possibly one or two other people using the same camera, accidentally took some short, random videos after the ceremony.

So I stitched them together.

My family and me, immediately post-grad.



THE BIG DAY.

It’s hard to believe that Swarthmore College actually decided that I am qualified to earn a diploma with a major in English Literature and a minor in Gender and Sexuality Studies.

BUT THEY DID!



I was lucky enough to have a ton of family around for commencement weekend.

Most of them arrived on Saturday afternoon, and the last bunch came on Sunday morning, just in time for the ceremony.



Baccalaureate, which was the day before Commencement, and the fireworks show that night.



The candlelight ceremony at the end of Last Collection, which had me crying. 

Followed by the Green Bottle Party, which was supposed to be where you give a green bottle to the person you always wished you’d hooked up with but never did, as sort of a last-ditch, might as well go for it opportunity. In practice, it was almost entirely hanging out in the courtyard and talking/being emotional with friends, with very little of the supposed aim of the party actually happening. They gave each of us a bottle of champagne, though, which was…interesting…

…and probably had something to do with the extreme and persistent nausea I experienced the following morning…



Taking a break from Senior Week Pub Nite, Andrew and I roamed around campus, making a stop for Andrew to show me this weird maintenance room/crawlspace in an academic building, whose walls are covered in weird black and white computer printouts of morbid/strange images and in tons of black permanent marker. There wasn’t enough light for my dinky phone camera to get a picture of the inside, but here’s the inside of the door.

Taking a break from Senior Week Pub Nite, Andrew and I roamed around campus, making a stop for Andrew to show me this weird maintenance room/crawlspace in an academic building, whose walls are covered in weird black and white computer printouts of morbid/strange images and in tons of black permanent marker. There wasn’t enough light for my dinky phone camera to get a picture of the inside, but here’s the inside of the door.



Delicious drinks (freshly-picked mint, frozen strawberries, simple syrup, and rum, blended) plus the most mature cake-baking project ever (rainbow vanilla bean penis cake with rainbow cream cheese frosting, whipped cream, and nutella).

We also played a couple of excellent rounds of telephone pictionary.

All in all, a tasty and hilarious night.



At the Adventure Aquarium, just across the river in Camden.



There was a scary helium balloon in a trashcan upstairs, which naturally made the rounds: first Max put it outside Katherine’s room, then she put it outside his room, then he put it outside my room, and then I taped it up outside Alex’s window, which prompted this conversation on my door. SKILLZ.

There was a scary helium balloon in a trashcan upstairs, which naturally made the rounds: first Max put it outside Katherine’s room, then she put it outside his room, then he put it outside my room, and then I taped it up outside Alex’s window, which prompted this conversation on my door. SKILLZ.



In which lillianbassman, Katherine, and I go to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, the first Sunday of our last week of college.



Senior Week, Commencement, and moving out are done (HOLY CRAP I HAVE A BA), so I am back to tumbling!



Here’s the score: 

between all the senior week activities, between being an emotional wreck, between trying to do all the senior week activities while being an emotional wreck, and between getting only about half the sleep I need thanks to mechanical thunking from the basement shaking my room, time for tumblr is going to be rare and short, unfortunately.

I should be back at full speed in about a week, though.