As you can tell from the title, big things have been happening in my life! Well, just kidding.
If you’re wanting that title to make sense, watch this.
As I only have about a week left living in an Ohio State dorm for the actual rest of my life, I thought I would go ahead and show you what my home has been for the past 2 years.
Well, maybe not frequently asked questions. But stuff I would have liked to know as a prospective Buckeye. I say Part 1, because I’m sure I’ll come up with more questions later on. And of course, if you have questions of your own, please leave them in the comments!
Monthly Roundup = a series of short accounts of what’s been happening to me in March. My father does weekly roundups all the time for his blog, and honestly, March has been too haphazard for any semblance of cohesion.
There was a lot going on this week. None of it was particularly groundbreaking, but—nevertheless, this is a truthful account of my life as an actual Ohio State Buckeye, as per our motto.
If I could only give incoming first year students at Ohio State one piece of advice, it would be to learn how to play euchre before coming here.
I was recently at a campus job interview where I was asked, “What is Ohio State’s most underused resource?” My response was tutoring, which I’ll elaborate on in a second. But as I ruminated on this question the rest of the day, I thought of a few more awesome things OSU offers that sometimes go unappreciated/underutilized [...]
Let’s consider this the sequel to Swimming Adventures in Buckeye Land!
1. As the weather gets chillier, take advantage of opportunities to show off how thick your blood is getting living in a cold climate. For example, whenever it heats up to 50 degrees, say things like, “Dude, it’s so flipping hot outside” to impress all your northern friends.
Yeah, I’ll just never like the first week of any academic term. Everything’s all unfamiliar still and you haven’t settled into a schedule yet. I’ve been listening to my pump-up song all week to stay motivated:
Winter break this year feels considerably different than last year:
FOMO = Fear Of Missing Out.
Last night was my second time in a Jewish institution, and I think it went a lot better than the first time.
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