The end of this academically abusive week happily coincided with the annual Berkeley College ski trip. I woke up at 4:45 a.m. Saturday morning—my alarm clock was probably very confused—and boarded a bus with other Berkeleyites for the three-hour ride to Okemo, Vermont.
Despite the sleep deprivation and the fact that most of my ski gear is in a closet at home, the skiing was a lot of fun. And while no self-respecting Texan would admit to enjoying East Coast slopes (compared to the Rockies, for instance), I may or may not have been pleasantly surprised by the variety of terrain. Also, at the base lodge, I met some interesting students from Choate, with whom I have several mutual friends. Fidelitas et Integritas, represent.
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qotd:"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things."
- T. S. Eliot
