when i went to pennsylvania

and the history books forgot about us
and the bible didn't mention us
and the bible didn't mention us
not even once
you are my sweetest downfall,
i loved you first, i loved you first,
beneath the sheets
of paper lies my truth,
i have to go, i have to go

god i love that song. so much.

i got back from penn today. for all who didn't know: that was where i was. i was visiting that which is the best place on earth: swarthmore college. je sais que je vais là. absolutement. it's a great feeling of comfort, to know i can send a rejection to the other three schools...

i made two friends who i'll actually be seeing when i go there; they're early decision students. easy to say they know they're going there too. leland kusmer and laura backup. great people. of course the joel part of me emerged a tiny bit...and i backed myself into a dangerous corner. but anyway, we went treasure hunting and were the first people to find it. we're that cool.

from left to right: the first quaker i've ever met, me, and the handbell visionary

i'm torn. i love swat. but gogo loves didi. and my dance loves her swing. and i...love mikey. (couldnt come up with anything clever just yet) i'm afraid to love swat or swatties.

but now either way i'm missing a part of myself.

listen, this was going to be a blog about how much fun i had watching people fence on a bridge, making liquid nitrogen ice cream, talking to older swatties, walking around the forest/grass amphitheater, watching a jazz concert in lang music hall, watching the track team race a mile through the library, listening to two a cappella groups perform in a bell tower, or winning a treasure hunt, but now it wont be. (though that will suffice for me being wrong)

i wont put up pictures of the things i saw or of the campus.

i will when i can?