Last night, our men’s soccer team fell to Amherst 0-1. Amherst, whom I saw playing last year at Tufts, brought a strong team (and pretty cute team jackets) to end Swat soccer’s season. It was a fun (and freezing) game to watch – probably the first and only soccer game I’ll watch when there’s snow on the ground.
I recently had the honor of driving the Engineering Department’s 1986 Suburban Scottsdale. I first encountered this vehicle, a veritable institution of the Department first acquired as a chase car for a solar car race, in my freshman year trips to Chester to tutor with the Engineering Department. Until being instructed to drive to a water quality sampling site the other day, I never thought I would have the honor of driving this esteemed vehicle. (Esteemed meaning that the brakes are questionable, there’s no power locks or windows, and the lining on the back ceiling is falling down so as to obstruct the view out the rear-view mirror).
My Small Liberal Arts College Unexpected and Possibly Too Close for Comfort Vehicle and Professor Accessibility Index (SLACUPTCCVPAI) is now currently:
Number of Faculty/Administrators I’ve been driven by: 8
Number of Faculty/Administrators’ houses I’ve dined at: 3
Number of Faculty/Administrators’ vehicles I’ve driven: 1
I had a great time in Las Vegas for the 2008 International Writing Centers Association and National Conference on Peer Tutoring in Writing joint conference. A fellow Writing Associate and I presented a poster of some research we have done on diversity in Swarthmore’s Writing Center. We went to a great workshop on anti-racist work in the writing center and heard a great keynote address by Nancy Grimm, a scholar whose work we drew on. I also got to meet and hang out with some writing consultants from the Harvey Mudd Writing Center. It was quite fun, and Halloween on the strip was grotesquely intriguing. Of course, the TSA had to do their part in dampening the fun. Apparently, the Las Vegas snow globe that one of my travelmates bought for her niece was too much of a threat to homeland security to pass through the security checkpoint.
My first destination was the monorail station, of course
Lights and confusion
Our band of engineers was fascinated by the spiral escalators
Pirate seductresses singing "let's go all the way"
Later this evening, I will be flying to Las Vegas for a joint conference of the International Writing Centers Association and the National Conference on Peer Tutoring in Writing. Tomorrow afternoon, a fellow WA and I will be presenting a poster detailing some of our work here at Swarthmore. Updates to follow…
Gross looking runoff under the Baltimore Pike overpass
On Wednesday while studying for my first exam in Water Quality and Pollution Control, I decided that I needed to go for a jog up the Crum Creek. I could get some exercise while at the same time exploring a local impaired stream – what better way to prepare for a test on urban runoff?
I’ve wanted to go explore Smedley Park, which is north of Baltimore Pike, for a while. What had stopped me up to this point was having to cross the creek, Paper Mill Road, and Baltimore Pike, all without any clear pedestrian markings. This means getting from the lower right to upper left corner of this picture unscathed:
I found the appropriate paths and made it to the park. The quiet woods and fat groundhog were enjoyable. I’m definitely glad I found the way up to the park and plan on returning there soon. Things should be gorgeous when the leaves change.