Happiness is in a turkey

Brittany L. Strachota
Friends are trickling back into the hallowed [residence]
halls of Olin College after a welcome week-long break for Thanksgiving, but the
festivities began a week early when the dining hall staff prepared the
traditional Thanksgiving luncheon. This is one of my favorite dining hall days
of the year, and the staff seem to get into it as well.
We had the whole spread - turkey (pieces of
light or dark carved at your request), cranberries, green beans, breads, pies,
the works! Even speeches and a raffle.

On Friday, despite suddenly dynamic relationships between
commercial airlines and General Mitchell International Airport, I made it home.
But not before losing the Olin Challenge. [For those of you new to the Olin
community, one loses the Olin Challenge by stumbling upon a fellow Oliner (or
faculty or staff member) outside of the bubble. It's worse to win, in my
opinion, but I'm saving that story for a near-graduation post.] I was on a
flight with three fellow students (in full disclosure, only one was a surprise),
and only one was from Wisconsin. Guess who (it's not the one in the Wisconsin sweatshirt).


Michael '13, Alex '15, and Ryan '16 at our gate

My dad was off in the woods hunting deer when I arrived, so
my mom and I continued our 20-year-old tradition of watching horrible
television and eating cheesecake. Later in the week, I managed to fit in a
visit with a former teacher (keep in touch with them!), get a haircut, visit a
friend in Madison (and experience a night in a big college town), not perish
during the drive back home in dense fog that allowed for 15 feet of visibility,
sample locally made wines, watch some football, play with my rabbit, and
crochet a scarf.

Thanksgiving dinner was a fully traditional, if small,
affair. We had all the favorites, and leftovers are still feeding me this weekend
back at Olin.


The family in the kitchen


Thanksgiving table

It's always nice to have a bit of time at home, but the
transition to the comparatively fast pace of the Northeast is always a
struggle. I found myself struggling to order food in the train station on the
way back to campus; I was hopelessly out of practice in deciphering the accent
and conforming to the expectation to behave more aggressively. To try to cope,
we've set up the first of the festive decorations in our suite in this lull
before the sprint to the end of the semester. Let's hope the holiday cheer can
help us through.

Cheer is in a string of lights

 Best of luck to those dredging through college application

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