Mind the gaps and dashes when out in Grinnell-in-Elsewhere
Don’t ask me about finding myself abroad. My time has pretty much been prescribed by the people who named my study abroad program Grinnell-in-London. But the prescription should come with a warning, like: do not take with alcohol. Disturbances occur when it comes to Partying-in-Grinnell and Partying-in-Grinnell-in-London (further confounded when Grinnellians-not-in-Grinnell visit me-in-London). For instance, sometimes you’re left drunkenly asking some man on the bus where Harris is and he points to his right and you end up sitting next to a man who wears a jumper and smells like the PEC and whose first name may or may not really be Harris. So go ahead and ask me about finding out you’re in Grinnell-not-in-Grinnell anymore. It can be frightening. Worthwhile lessons to be learned:
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Globins, cloning and attractive professors
I have two words for you Grinnell, and those two words are boo and yah. That’s right, boo-yah. Why do you suppose I’m exhibiting such excitement? In case you couldn’t tell, that is an excited “boo yah.” Well, I have at last officially received sex ... um, I mean questions. When I act like a journalist now, at least I can fool myself into thinking I’m the real thing.
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Random Rants
Students speak out about what’s on their minds in 142 words, and you’re invited! If you have a random rant, email it to me at anderseb@grinnell.edu. After all, complaining in a public forum is always more fun than doing it alone.
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