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Before college, I never danced. Now, I dance all the time. What could possibly be responsible for this 180° change‽

This post has nothing to do with Ginny Weasley.

One choice--to visit a college--can be the first step on that much-talked-of journey of a thousand miles. No, I'm not referring to the famous Confucius quote, actually--I'm thinking of The Lord of the Rings. Although Â鶹ÊÓƵ is a lot more fun than Mount Doom.

What be the ferocious and intangible 3-2 Engineering Program, you ask? Aye, for one as young as you, it is a thing most mysterious and, again, intangible. Sit down, children, and I'll tell you a story that would burn the hair right off your chest to hear.

I sat and thought about all the colleges I'd visited. And the thing that jumped out about Â鶹ÊÓƵ was that I wanted to go back.

In many ways, my story of getting to Â鶹ÊÓƵ is pretty uninspiring, and it's certainly brief.

This New York spring break was defined by seeing as many Â鶹ÊÓƵ things in the real world, to complement bringing as many Â鶹ÊÓƵ things with me on breaks. In this post: The Allen Art Museum at the Met, an alumni musical revue, the Obertones in Washington Square Park, and many photos!

As part Â鶹ÊÓƵ public relations obsessor, part awesome big sister, I made beautiful detailed schedules that kept Ben busy and experiencing all the best things Â鶹ÊÓƵ had going on this weekend.

In this post: vegetable gardening, homemade compost bins, the anti-rot properties of cedar, sleep, Wilder Voice, inscrutable comics, the Coal River Valley, Obie activism, and much, much more.

Blues dancing just feels natural. It's the ultimate partner dance, encouraging trust, freedom, and ridiculousness.

It's spring break. It's two in the morning. I am trying to figure out how much it will cost to fill a kiddie pool with vegan Jell-O. How did I end up here?

I know Elizabeth already gave a nice narrative about the decision letters being mailed out, but I thought you might enjoy seeing some pictures from our little celebration!