Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Can't Touch This
Welcome to the Champagne Room
I've previously commented on the bizarre and strangely sexual atmosphere that is Smith College at its finest. There's nothing like a same-sex education to make women drop their drawers. Case in point: Convocation. Convocation is defined as, "a special gathering of a religious or academic group, usually marked by use of special vestments, ceremony, procession, etc." In this case, the opening of the college for the fall semester.
Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you our special vestments:
Sophia Smith never envisioned this sort of processional.
We seniors don special hats to add to our ever-refined and demure nature. Hoffman, pictured left, has chosen an understated black pillbox.
I chose a more contemporary style, still paying homage to those IV League mamas who came before me with a strand of pearls.
Austin's taking it back to the farm with this classy straw number.
Above is what we offer up in terms of ceremony. Yes, there are cheers. House-specific cheers. No, I cannot tell you what they are. I would never risk having my sister bond revoked (not to mention my circle pin).
Haven ladies always seem to lose their clothes. 'Tis the nature of the beast, I suppose. Note Hoffman completely losing it, bottom right.
Over insane cheers of "2006 seniors" my brain was able to emit a small, but shrill, scream. Holy shit, I have to go pretend to be an adult soon.
If you've ever dreamed of seeing hundreds of hollering college ladies in bras, click here.
Welcome to the Champagne Room
I've previously commented on the bizarre and strangely sexual atmosphere that is Smith College at its finest. There's nothing like a same-sex education to make women drop their drawers. Case in point: Convocation. Convocation is defined as, "a special gathering of a religious or academic group, usually marked by use of special vestments, ceremony, procession, etc." In this case, the opening of the college for the fall semester.
Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you our special vestments:
Sophia Smith never envisioned this sort of processional.
We seniors don special hats to add to our ever-refined and demure nature. Hoffman, pictured left, has chosen an understated black pillbox.
I chose a more contemporary style, still paying homage to those IV League mamas who came before me with a strand of pearls.
Austin's taking it back to the farm with this classy straw number.
Above is what we offer up in terms of ceremony. Yes, there are cheers. House-specific cheers. No, I cannot tell you what they are. I would never risk having my sister bond revoked (not to mention my circle pin).
Haven ladies always seem to lose their clothes. 'Tis the nature of the beast, I suppose. Note Hoffman completely losing it, bottom right.
Over insane cheers of "2006 seniors" my brain was able to emit a small, but shrill, scream. Holy shit, I have to go pretend to be an adult soon.
If you've ever dreamed of seeing hundreds of hollering college ladies in bras, click here.
