March 17, 2012
It’s almost Week Nine and Williams-Mystic is picking up steam. We have our science introductions and an English paper due this week, but since we’re at Williams-Mystic, this means we’re going to marshes and looking over our Lewis and Clark journals.
In marine policy, we’re learning about the Gulf Coast in preparation for our Louisiana offshore seminar next week. Marine policy occurs every Friday and the idea of having a law class for three hours in the morning may sound rough, but with Katy Hall teaching the class, it’s never boring. In between lectures covering everything to wetland mitigation to dredging, we have the glorious tradition of snack. Each house has to tailor their snack to the topic of the week. This week, it was Kemble house’s turn and our topic was the 2010 Deepwater Horizon oil spill. Kemble has a history of doing awesome snacks; in our house log book, S11 Kemble drew their blueprint for an oil rig cake that would gush chocolate fudge. Expectations were already high; every Sunday, Kemble hosts a house over for brunch, so by this point, everyone has gotten a taste of our delicious cooking. We ambitiously decided to recreate the oil rig with 50 cinnamon bun rolls. My roommate Caiti and I impersonated BP executives to critique BP’s ludicrous publicity campaign. My favorite lines included, ”Jesus walks on water and soon you can too!” and “The good news? Mermaids are real. The bad news? They are all extinct.” For our “oil,” I made mint hot chocolate and coffee. We handed out Dunkin Coffee cups that now said, “America runs on greed.” After our spiel, Libby and Alex, wearing their Mystic t-shirts, came in and exposed the BP cover-up, revealing the chocolate cinnamon buns. For our efforts, Kemble house received the highest praise any house has received from Katy Hall: “That really was, of all the snacks in the history of Snack, the best snack!” I think we all swooned from happiness.
Overall, Mystic has made me realize how much food and community are interrelated. Today, for St. Patrick’s Day, S12 decided to hold a potluck feast. Each house made Irish-themed dishes as we listened to Irish jigs. While I’m still recovering from my food coma, those that didn’t succumb to Manny’s chocolate bonanza are playing Ultimate Frisbee in the parking lot. The sun is just starting to sink into the treetops, and the flowers in front of Kemble are starting to bloom. Tomorrow, I’ll study for our Oceanography exam, but tonight, I’m going to enjoy the day with my twenty-four good friends.