Zooming Out: Life at the Claremont Colleges

Going through the college admissions process, we get a lot of advertising and a fairly limited perspective. I know that’s a bit ironic to hear, coming from a Pomona student blog, but really! Receiving mail from Pomona, I remember seeing a lot about great academics, great faculty, nice weather, etc. Don’t get me wrong, these things are true, but the other four Claremont Coll...
Read More

Returning from Abroad: New Perspectives on Pomona

Coming back from studying abroad has been a difficult adjustment, compounded perhaps by having returned to the States only 6 days before arriving in Claremont. For a couple weeks, I was overwhelmed -- by the sheer number of people I knew on campus, by jumping right into classes without having time to readjust or catch up with friends, by having to answer the same questions abou...
Read More

Thoughts to Twenty-Thousand

"What would you say to a million people if you had the chance?" That's the question that prompted students in Designing Conversational Spaces, a course offered by NYU ITP, to launch a social interaction experiment called The Listserve. Once an individual subscribes, he or she has a 1/20000+ chance of being chosen to write to an international audience. And on a random ...
Read More

Pomona: My Home Away From Home

The promising dawn seen from outside my dorm.
Slowly, the dark sky is gently rinsed by hints of blue. Dark blue, light blue, lighter… and gold wash. So emerge the silhouettes of pink coloured clouds, rejoicing at the dawn of a new day. One of my very first blog entries after I started college was on the topic of nostalgia. It was an overwhelming emotion that accompanied the first-year curiosity in everything around me i...
Read More

Contradance: Outside the Claremont Bubble

Having lived in Claremont for four months now, I find it easy to be “stuck” in our comfortable “Claremont bubble”, whose tranquil cafés, bakeries, and froyo shops have become lovely weekend escape spots. Luckily, I got to explore the surrounding communities, largely through contradance! Contradance is a form of partnered folk dance whose origin can be traced back to  17-Cent...
Read More

For the Prospective Student Wondering About Los Angeles

Coming to the US for college was my first time entering this country, and my eager mind was filled with preconceived notions and images of this place, notions created through a childhood diet of Sesame Street and American Idol. Los Angeles was a fantastical place for me, a glamorous city filled with celebrities in sweatshirts walking down sidewalks drinking Starbucks (or, as th...
Read More

Thanksgiving in the Bay: The Ease of Transportation Available to Students

This post is going to be a rather quick one because this doesn't relate overly to Pomona but is something of a testament to its brilliant location! I'm from the East Coast (which I talk about in depth here), which definitely is an issue when it comes to holidays. Fortunately, there's TONS of the stuff to do on campus for any holiday, but I happen to spend my Thanksgivings i...
Read More

At Pomona, ED Does Not Stand For Early Decision

For the ambivalent high-schooler about to make one of the most important decisions of your life, let me alleviate some of that adolescent stress with my own humble suggestion: YES. GO WITH SAM TO PROM. Oh, and while you're at it, consider making the much easier choice about committing Early Decision to Pomona. It was a dark and stormy night in the winter of my senior year, m...
Read More

SoCal Struggles: Beaches, Buses, and Birds, oh my!

While Pomona is only about 50 miles from the coast, getting to the beach is quite a struggle. I had never realized just how difficult it is to get around without a car in some areas. Being from urban Jersey, living right next to New York City, I've spent so much of my life commuting, taking trains and buses, that having a car never seemed necessary. While I have my license,...
Read More

A Meditation on Culture/Internationalism

Drip. I sigh as I brush my damp hair out of my eyes. Drip. Another sigh. Drip. “Where’s that sound coming from?” My hand moves to my forehead again as I get up from my prone position. A flash of light. The sound of rain pattering violently on tile. “Ah.” I shuffle wearily to the window. “That’s where the drip came from.” “About time,” my mom grumbles in ...
Read More