Aloha from the amazing paradise that is the island of Maui!
Even though I left Trinity more than three weeks ago – which feels like two days and two months at the same time – this post won’t be about my incredible adventures since then: I’ll dedicate a whole blog post (probably with the length of Anna Karenina) to tell you all about these wonderful weeks I’m spending in Hawaii and all the other places I’ll still visit in the weeks to come, until June 27, when I’ll board my flight to go back to Budapest. So, instead of now describing how a fresh coconut tastes like, here is what happened in the last one month of my Trinity life.
It’s really weird to think about these last experiences I had in Hartford, because while I already miss these people so much – some things, like Mather food not so much – I don’t think I have grasped that I’m not going back to Summit South 414 anymore, as I’m still in the US, my mind just thinks this whole traveling for six weeks thing is just a break from writing papers and shifting books in the Watkinson. Of course, the last few weeks weren’t only for tearful goodbyes: some of the biggest events of the semester took place on the last weekends, like Spring Weekend or Green Fest on Earth Day – an event promoting sustainability organized by Green Campus Club. It was also a time of some sunshine and actual spring weather, when I could reclaim my favorite study spot in front of Peter B’s, even if only for a couple of days. One of the coolest things in the whole year happened on our very last Trinity weekend: the Trinity Film Festival took place at Cinestudio, where young filmmakers from all over the US and the world could nominate their short films. The selected ones were then presented on this Saturday afternoon, everyone dressed up, took pictures on the red carpet like movie starts, and there was even a reception with unlimited food and drinks:
The most fun events of course always have to happen when you have the most studying to do. In the last approximately two weeks I spent at Trinity, I had two exams and had to finish four papers, but I didn’t really mind, as I could research really interesting topics: for my Global Feminism class, I wrote about the commodification of Frida Kahlo’s image, about how this process not only simplifies the artist’s complex identity, but how it also contributes to the construction of a certain image of Latinidad. Then, for my Contemporary Art class, I wrote a review on the exhibition I visited back in April and wrote about in my previous post. For my Philosophy of Human Rights class, I had to come up with my own philosophical argument about human rights, and I decided to write about environmental rights and how we should understand them as planetary rights. The essay I enjoyed the most working on, however, was for my Educational Reform class. To write this essay, I spent endless hours in the Watkinson to research a survey that was conducted with Trinity graduate women in the first twenty years of coeducation – yes, however crazy that sounds, Trinity only went coeducated in 1969, before that it was an all-male institution. If you are interested in what these women had to say about their experiences with classroom discrimination and sexual assault, you can even read my paper online here.
As I was postponing my trip to the only place I really wanted to visit in Connecticut before I leave – Yale University – until it was finally nice weather, I decided I can’t procrastinate any longer, and went to visit the university just like a week before the semester ended. I took a guided tour and I didn’t regret it: our guide could take us into residential colleges that are otherwise not open to the public, and I heard countless cool stories of Yale’s history and campus life. For the Gilmore Girls fan me the highlight of my visit was of course meeting Handsome Dan, Yale’s mascot and to be inside Branford College (the very own residential college of Rory Gilmore), while the more sophisticated me was the happiest when entering the Beinecke Rare Books Library, where I won’t lie, I almost cried, especially when seeing an actual, original Guttenberg Bible.
Even though I had a lot of fun times at Trinity, and I grew close to quite a few people, I didn’t think that saying goodbye to this place is going to be this depressing. Of course, friends who give you goodbye cards and take you to your Uber for a last hug don’t make not crying your eyes out any easier, but even without all that, the last couple of days were quite sentimental. Everything we did was a “last”: one last midnight stroll to the Cave for a sandwich and fries, one last Mather meal, one last shift at the Watkinson, one last movie at Cinestudio, one last trip to the liquor store – which has to be mentioned, as we almost made the liquor store owner cry when we said goodbye. Packing up my beloved room was also quite emotional: when you have to sell your fridge and take off posters you looked at for nine whole months is rough, I’m telling you. Then, after boarding my flight to San Francisco at Bradley, I stopped being so emotional, and started enjoying my travels a lot. I guess crying my eyes out is going to need a second episode at some point between JFK and Charles de Gaulle.
This is all for now on my last weeks as a Bantam – keep an eye out for my last post, it won’t be boring, I can promise you that.