Hell Week* at the Mawr
Last week, Bryn Mawrtyrs celebrated the school’s (arguably) most precious tradition. That Tuesday, one of my friends from Swarthmore asked me what exactly was Hell Week. I’m not sure my answer was adequate, because explaining Hell Week is difficult. It is so many wonderful things all bundled together—laughing with friends, dancing in front of professors, running across campus late at night on scavenger hunts, waking up early for the duck pond run, listening to bedtime stories read by the seniors . . . and the list goes on.
Imagine the scent of freshly roasted espresso beans—earthy, rich, and overflowing from their stoneware crocks on the countertop. The aroma of Old City Coffee is the most wonderful experience to step into.
My friends and I are avid hot pot eaters, and our favorite place is a stylish restaurant deep in Chinatown called Nine Ting. Since my birthday was Wednesday, and Chinese New Year was Saturday, we went for hot pot to celebrate. (I credit my friend K. for introducing me to Nine Ting. K. has the ability to polish off an extraordinary amount of hot pot and is an all-around food enthusiast.) If you eat at Nine Ting on your birthday, your hot pot is free! They require proof of your birthday and a little post on Facebook. Otherwise it is about $22 a person.
During winter vacation, my parents and I visited Northampton, Massachusetts, home to Smith College, another Seven Sisters college. Smith is almost twice the size of Bryn Mawr. The campus is right next to the town’s business district. Northampton is a lively and trendy but still elegant old New England town with warm colors and plenty of good restaurants, with aromas wafting through the air.
Artisanal Popsicles and Italian Coffee
Walk and walk and eventually you will stumble upon a gem. A case in point is the delightful residential neighborhood just below Rittenhouse Square. The apartments are made of bricks, some painted white and black, and the doors feature every color imaginable—scarlet, aquamarine, sky blue, navy blue, and sage in a single street! (The window shutters match.)
The annual Philadelphia Marathon took place on Saturday, November 19. I live with three other friends in a hall group—that is, we occupy four comfortable rooms next to one another. My wonderful hall-mate Carissa, who is also my hell mom, had been training for weeks and weeks . . . and weeks. I have never been the athletic type, but I admire anyone who has the devotion and drive and patience to run. I was simply in awe of Carissa’s endurance in running a half marathon. (Plus, besides training for the marathon, she bikes from Bryn Mawr to her UPenn classes in Philly!)