M.I.A. Was Here??!!

Last weekend was THE big concert on Vassar campus—and while we may not have the money to score such acts as Radiohead (who does?), we do pretty well for ourselves. In the past, we’ve had artists like Wyclef Jean (my sophomore year), The Clash (wait, The Clash played at Vassar? Huh?), The Roots (if only I was here for them!), The Red Hot Chili Peppers (that must have been before they were famous…), Vampire Weekend (pretty popular right now), TV on the Radio (last year… they were good but the venue was awful), and Talib Kweli (awesome!). This year we were fortunate to get rising hip-hop star M.I.A., who, if you have never heard of her, just released her second album, entitled “Kala” (a personal favorite of mine). While I may kind of live in the Vassar bubble, *I think* she’s becoming pretty big in the “real world.”

The concert sold out in record time, 3 hours (I’m sure the smallish size of the venue was also a factor), but luckily, yours truly was able to score a ticket at 9:30am the day the ticket office on campus opened. Thank God I have an awesome boyfriend who was willing to wake up early enough to stand in line, because within the next couple hours the tickets were G-O-N-E.

Judging from the rate at which the tickets sold out, we knew the concert would be ridiculous (but in a good way!). We decided to arrive about halfway through the opening act, and I’m kind of sorry we purposely arrived late because he turned out to be pretty awesome. The opening act was a DJ, and while I’m skeptical of DJ’s (they are a live act, but I never thought of them as being as authentic as a band), I’m glad that I decided to check it out because it was a lot of fun.

At around 9:30, M.I.A. came on stage. The crowd went WILD (well, what were you expecting?). I called my poor brother at West Point (he’s also a fan) and let him listen to the screams of the crowd as M.I.A. went into her first song. She proceeded later during the concert to let the guys on stage for the song “Boyz,” at which point a bouncer had to come on stage and knock out some guy who tried to push his way past security guards after M.I.A. decided that there were already too many guys on stage, which was exciting. She also had a pretty amazing encore where she sang “URAQT,” one of my faves from her last album, and her new single “Paper Planes.”

The concert was probably my favorite at Vassar thus far, despite having a huge guy (who probably weighed close to 250 lbs) in front of me for about half the concert, stepping on my feet, and then leaving the concert without hearing and an awful ringing in my ears that lasted throughout the next day. Oh well—it was still awesome!

Over Halfway to "Over The Hill"

As you may or may not know, I just turned the big "2-2." That's old.

Overall, my birthday was pretty mediocre. On the positive side, I turned in my thesis. Happy Birthday to me! The negative? I had 4 hours worth of class afterwards and accidentally had the sandals I bought for myself sent to my parent's old address. Ooops.....

My birthdays at Vassar have overall been pretty good. First off, all of my birthdays except for this one have taken place over the weekend, plus, they tend to fall on "parent's weekend," which means my parents take me out for a SUSHI BOAT at Tokyo Express down the street. (Mmmm. Sushi Boat.)

But my 21st birthday--that was another story. Everyone knows the typical 21st birthday saga. 21 shots (otherwise known as suicide), free drinks from friends, cocktail shaker from your brother, you know, the usual. My birthday? I had the stomach flu.

It all started with a turkey sandwich. Now, I'm not sure if it was the sandwich's fault or if the disease had already manifested itself within my system, but by that night I knew my birthday wouldn't be a good one. My parents stopped by the next day for parent's weekend, and at that point I was still in decent health. I hung out, went to some events, and even stayed up pretty late. But by 10 o'clock that evening, I was certain that I wouldn't make it to 21. I had a high fever, but was still getting chills, and I hadn't been able to eat since breakfast. I barely remember Pat seeing that I made it back to my room, and recalling a scene from the blockbuster hit "Titanic," I said, "I'll never let go Pat, I'll never let go...." and promptly laid down in bed, awaiting my death. Okay, so obviously I didn't die, but the next day I made sure to see the school doctor to make sure that my birthday wasn't a total disaster. (It still was.)

That night, my parent's took me to the Alumnae House for my birthday dinner, and everyone, including my 16 year old brother (yeah, that was a mistake), received a drink, except me. There was nothing on the menu that I felt like my stomach could handle except for the fish and chips, and even then I was still taking swigs from a bottle of Pepto-Bismol when the waiter had his back turned. Everyone else at dinner thought it was a riot, but I just wanted to be able to eat my food without feeling like I was seasick.

That night I managed to make it back to the dorm without getting as sick as I had been the night before and decided to attempt heading out to the bar. Figures I would be the Designated Driver at my own 21st birthday party. I ordered a beer and promptly handed it to my friend who had turned 21 the week before, then sipped my seltzer water while sighing about my misfortune. What did I get for my birthday? Well, I may have still had the flu, but at least I was no longer having the hallucinations from the night before.

In retrospect, the experience seems pretty comical, but I definitely preferred this year's birthday despite freaking out about my thesis and attending four hours worth of classes afterwards. My parents got me a class ring (yay!) and Pat is taking me out to dinner Thursday--but most importantly, I'm no longer nursing the pink bottle.

I LOVE Berlin: Part Two

My thesis is due in exactly one week, and now that it's crunch time, the prospect of packages is the only thing keeping me from insanity. Oh, and free food. Which reminds me--tomorrow my Memories and Legacies of the Holocaust class gets to attend a *free dinner* alongside Holocaust survivor and German literature critic Ruth Kluger. I am currently reading her memoir, "Still Alive: A Holocaust Girlhood Remembered," which covers her experience as a young girl living in concentration camps. (This is really big for me because the only other time I was ever invited to a special dinner by the college it turned out to be a mistake and they revoked my invitation. Ever since I've been a little bitter, but hopefully tomorrow night's dinner will make up for my sophomore year tragedy.)

As you all should know, I spent my Spring Break in Berlin. As I mentioned in a previous post, the final assignment for the class is a collaborative project between the German students and my classmates that will be presented via video conference in late April. I wouldn't go so far as to say that I'm terribly excited to create a final project (it is work, after all, and I have serious senioritis), but the really cool part is that the German students are currently visiting us in New York to explore some Holocaust memorials in the city and to work on the final projects.

The Germans arrived last Thursday and have probably been about as busy as my class was when we visited them in Berlin (which means non-stop action from morning to evening). But over the weekend my class organized a party for both groups to socialize, and Saturday night a few of the German students spent some time at the seniors 50 nights party at the Alumnae House, which is the college's hotel. It's been a really unusual experience for me, coming from a small suburban town in Ohio, to have the opportunity to socialize with so many people from another country. While a good amount of international students attend Vassar each year, I know very few of them because up until recently most of them lived in the same dorm, and it's rare to have more than just a few in your classes--although I did have a friend from Bosnia who I visited in his hometown of Sarajevo when I was JYA last year.

My group, which consists of myself, one other American student, and three German students, is doing a project comparing Holocaust memorials in Berlin and New York (very uplifting project, I know). You can read about it here!

What is interesting about the course is that it is not actually about the Holocaust (of course, we did read a book on the history of the Holocaust for background information), but is more of a theoretical study on the memorials themselves. I think it's a cool topic (in a depressing sort of way) because the way things are remembered was never something I had considered before, but now I find myself analyzing memorials all the time, for better or for worse. [Insert joke about Holocaust memorials here---yeah, not easy to make funny.]

So yeah. I'll try not to flip out completely this weekend and keep you updated on whether or not the final draft of my thesis makes sense. Yikes!

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