Truth Universally Acknowledged

September 28, 2011


Filed under: Uncategorized — mboesl @ 10:05 pm

There are few things more important than the following news clip: New Haven now has an Apple Store! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, located a block from campus, this magnificent shrine to the wedding of technology and Steve Jobs features everything a macophile could hope or dream to enjoy. It is chock full of helpful employees, eager to encourage you how best to spend that hard earned cash, and shoppers, eager to fit in to the fashionable crowd with their new ipad, ipod touch and iphone. Some other lesser known products particularly suitable to the Yale crowd are iBlame (for those tough situations where you forgot to do a problem set), iMug (for wet, rainy evenings, like this one) and iX (in case of a title IX emergency). I can’t wait to go there for another iOpeningExperience.

Other developments: Fall is the retreat season. Exams come stunningly soon, and so it is a good opportunity for newly developed groups to take a break, procrastinate the work that will smack them in the face on Monday, and have a good time away from New Haven. As of this weekend, I will have been on three such retreats in as many weekends.

As summer rather rudely reverts to fall, with days of blistering humidity mitigated by days of utter downpour, Yale gradually assumes a more studious atmosphere. The nightly party so prevalent the first week of classes is nowhere to be found, the libraries are filling up and stress levels are slowly starting in increase as midterms that have only existed in the mind as theoretical propositions become grinding and sudden realities.

Here are a couple pictures from around campus as summer winds to an end. 




September 14, 2011

Framing Effect

Filed under: Uncategorized — mboesl @ 12:27 am

Eccentricities about around here. Take Michael Frame, my math professor. His 5’6″ frame is topped by a full grey beard that graces his neck down to the shirt collar. His black, thick rim glasses are the windows through which his kind, intelligent eyes peer at the equation he has just written on the board. His short sleeved collared button down is constantly tucked into his grey pants that ride just as high as possible and are dutifully secured by a black belt. Halfway through class, he interrupts the material with 3 carefully selected jokes from the Prairie Home Companion. He is known for ending the first day of class with the following line: “I just have to tell you. I have inoperable cancer, and I might not make it through the semester.” This line perfectly epitomizes both his morbid sense of humor and incredible drive to teach. Consider this quote that came up during a discussion of chemotherapy application: “Everyone in my family has cancer, but my brother and I got the worst of it. Well, actually, my mom’s dead, so I guess she got the worst of it.” A better math teacher I never have had. And he was one of the founders of fractal geometry.

September 9, 2011

Sophos kai moros

Filed under: Uncategorized — mboesl @ 11:40 pm

Back at School. What an interesting, mulit-faceted experience. There is the meeting of old friends, the making of new friends, the newness of campus competing with the old familiarity. The new perspective of a second-year. In high school, I really didn’t understand the roots of Sophomore. (soph- wise, moros- fool). Now, in college, I have a better idea. We are wise. We have been through a full year in college. We are tested and tried, and are back for more. We know where bathrooms, bookstores, and classrooms (mostly) are located. I looked over my schedule the morning before classes started and discovered that my German class was in a building ominously named 35 Broadway. Now I know Broadway street; it contains such academic institutions as American Apparel, North Face and J. Crew. Was my German class going to occur in the midst of women’s petite small flower print blouses and stylish leather footwear? The answer was a discouraging no. There happens to be a building located in a back alley that randomly houses classrooms and a writing center. Who knew?

We know how to work the Yale system to our advantage, how to complain about the dining halls and how to play Sporcle in class while still planning on doing well. We are unleashed, no Sophomore orientation, just a small card to fill out, and we are on our way. But at the same time, our uncertainties (my uncertainty) about the future grow steadily. What major should I pick? How will I know? Based on this uncertainty, what will I take this semester? And just when one has really gotten going on thinking about these problems, the dark ominous horizon looms in the distance: graduation. We are supposedly being prepared for an occupation, or some means of making a living. And most of us haven’t the foggiest clue what that will be. On the positives, I think sophmores are the humblest group of people. The high school superiority we wore at the beginning of our freshman year has been brutally scrubbed off, and we have not yet attained the height of rapture that is Senior year. No, we wait silently in our little purgatory, awaiting the day we will be something.

But we have a lot of fun waiting.

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