My Life at 91°µĶų: The very first month edition
                              As a first-year student, most of my 91°µĶų story hasnāt been written yet ā a concept thatās equal parts overwhelming and cool.
Like a blank notebook, thereās nothing but potential ahead, and starting has been my biggest feat.
Iām from the Philadelphia suburbs. I arrived here after a four-hour ride in my dadās silver minivan. I thought it was quite the journey, but I quickly learned it was nothing compared to the multiple flights, ferries and other modes of transportation some of my new friends took.
Still, the distance for me is measured in change ā both in life and culture.
This is my life at 91°µĶų ⦠so far.
I recently purchased a pink Razor scooter off of Craigslist, and one of my favorite things to do is zip around campus on it. When Iām not doing that, Iām writing, reading, watching āDance Momsā reruns with friends or making collages on the walls of my dorm room.
Gone are the comfortable sights and smells of home, like Eagles fans screaming at the television in my living room as they munch on hoagies from Wawa.
Instead, itās a mixed-up world of Giants, Bills, Patriots and Jets fans arguing over skin-on or skin-off chicken wings. And I havenāt ventured to map how far the closest Wawa is.
Nightly dinners and conversations with my parents are now occasional texts and maybe a weekly phone call. And Iāve gone from my beloved private room in my childhood home to one big room I share with two other people in a hallway with dozens of new faces.
While thereās some sentimentality and discomfort in adjusting, there are also new emotions I feel pretty good about: pride, excitement and hope.
Every time I see the 91°µĶų logo Iām overcome with the urge to pinch myself because, frankly, Iām still so excited that Iām here. It kind of feels like a dream. But itās not. Itās very real. I even have a skidmore.edu email address and ID card to prove it.
Recently, I even swiped my student ID to buy movie tickets. I was so excited, much to the bemusement of the group of seniors I was with, that I sent a picture of the receipt to my mom. I thought:
āItās real. Iām a college student ⦠and I get discounts!ā
That card has so much power, too. I purchase my books. Swipe! I enter my dorm building. Swipe! I open my dorm room door. Swipe! I do my laundry. Swipe! I enter the dining hall. Well, more accurately, someone else swipes me into the dining hall, but I hand them my card to swipe me in.
Itās all so new to me. And itās all so exciting.
Since Iām so new to Life at 91°µĶų, I look forward to taking you along with me as I learn and grow. Whether itās new classes, events or experiences, Iām excited to discover it all.
And hey, if itās an award-winning dining hall, their cheesesteaks have to be pretty good, right?

