Resort Geisel
Well, once again hell week* is upon us (me?). This semester I’ve decided to be more positive about the whole thing in an attempt to try and reflect my recent conversion to optimism. In the spirit of positivity I’ve decided to view my little indoor camping trip in Geisel Library in a whole new light.
… Allow me to explain how I’ve mentally turned Geisel Library into Resort Geisel. The Geisel experience, vacation. Same thing. Here’s why:
- I haven’t heard from my friends for days. Everyone is either too scared to talk to me or knows that my phone died twelve hours ago and I haven’t felt like walking back to Costa Verde to get my charger.
- I never know how to pack for Geisel. It might be suffocatingly hot or it might feel like I’m studying in a t-shirt and shorts on the frozen tundra. Because of this element of uncertainty I do what all smart girls do when they don’t know what to bring on vacation: I bring everything I own. Scarves, mittens, sun dresses, a swim suit in case it gets humid…
- Friends you make at Resort Geisel will not be your friends when you go back to the real world. If you see them walking around campus you might wave and they might keep walking and pretend like they’re texting someone or talking to NASA or something. Don’t be offended. You made some great memories and it’s time to move on.
- In the past 24 hours I’ve heard dialects from all over the world. Just like in a hotel lobby, people use the lobbies on each floor of Geisel to loudly call their families and scream in foreign languages. It’s charming and reminds me that college is meant to break down cultural barriers. That’s what I tell myself… over and over again.
- Like all great vacations I’ve caught myself asking, “Is this real life?” Watching the sunrise from the third floor of Geisel because Safari decided to “quit unexpectedly” with four hours of unsaved data lost on an online examination. There’s an element of surrealism that can only be experienced by “getting away for a little bit.”
… Yes, this is real life. Welcome to Resort Geisel.
*Hell week: (noun) the week that follows weeks of doing absolutely none of your homework or reading for classes; usually happens to be the same week as midterms. Involves little to no sleep, eating a lot of peanut butter and jelly and occasional bouts of delirium.
