city versus campus: the final weeks

city: only five weeks left of freshman year? I don't know how time went by so quickly; I can still remember the sunday I moved in in perfect detail. 

over the past few months I can't believe the things I have done. I have mixed feelings about freshman year as I look back. I won't say that everything was perfect; it's hard to be away from my safety net back home. but I would never give up the memories I have made and the things I have learned including its okay not to know everything and to go with the flow more often.

these last few weeks will hopefully be filled with even more great things as I keep hoping that spring will finally stay.

campus: I can't believe freshman year is almost over. may 9th and I'm out. when I think about it now, I realize it flew by. sometimes when I was living it though, it seemed to go by unbearably slowly.

rush diaries | part 2

it’s march 7^th at 7:52 pm and I am still in a sorority. this tuesday our ‘bigs’ are revealed, so get ready for another instagram blast. every caption reads “in love with my big” or some ridiculous variation of the prior. what most of the girls posting don’t realize is that other people do understand is that probably 20 minutes before the picture frenzy began, the two girls in the picture were just introduced for the first or second time.

I like most things about being in a sorority. I like the potential friendships, the unique similarity/bond we now all have to each other, and the fun activities. but I also find that it’s a huge time commitment. I work (I know, unbelievable) during almost every important sorority event. I fall behind on what goes on. like I just learned last week that the journals we were given from our bigs were used to communicate back and forth with them. I literally thought they were a gift, a diary. I never bothered getting mine and writing in it until this week. the paddles we make? yeah when my new member class sent in a bulk order I put in the group: “honestly what even is this about” and no one answered me. sisterhood!!! I just bought my paddle yesterday. still don’t have my letters.

I don’t like the forced unity. I don’t like that we must wear pure white to some events, with pure white shoes. why would I own pure white shoes? why would I even own cream shoes? why would I own blanched almond colored shoes?

city versus campus | winter going out outfits

we've all been there: 30 minutes to be out the door and nothing to wear. on top of that, it's freezing outside and you want to look cute. to problem solve for you, we've compiled some simple, reusable, and classic nighttime outfits for you-- regardless of where you reside. 

living in the city can mean facing almost any weather but you somehow still need to look your best. for new york the safest bet is all black. in any jam, black will always work for you and especially in the winter i'm always reaching for black.

casual party outfit:

jacket | crop top | jeans | booties

rush diaries

this weekend I participated in something I never, nor anybody with any remote knowledge of me, thought I would do. no I’m not making an ask alice reference; I’m making a sorority reference. that’s right, I rushed. at babson, greek life is very limited – we only have three sororities and four fraternities on campus. they’re all very low key, which is why I decided I would give sisterhood a shot. if I were at a school down south, I would stay far, far away (as in fairytale far, far away) during rush week.

the first event was on a wednesday: orientation. I was rubbed the wrong way. about seventy girls shoved in an auditorium being told that five days from now we would be running to our new home. no???

1. I wasn’t going to be running anywhere.
2. everything seemed so artificial to me. I prefer to make friends organically.
3. in every picture shown, girls were all dressed the same. pass. I thrive on originality.

but nevertheless, I threw out my judgments and pushed forward. on thursday, the first official night of rush, all of the girls split into three groups and went to each sorority’s party in casual attire. showing off my great enthusiasm for the entire process and wanting to put my best foot forward, I decided to show up fresh from the gym, unbathed, and sporting no make-up. the first one I visited was sigma kappa, then off to chi omega I trooped. exhausted after two hours of answering the most generic questions known to man (where are you from? why babson? what are you involved in?), I forced myself to travel to the last sorority, kappa kappa gamma. immediately the kkg girls started singing and snapping, so naturally I grimaced and then mentally escaped.

chapter 1 of my autobiography

my name is chelsea and I go to babson college and you definitely have never heard of it. babson is a small business school right outside of boston. when I say small, I mean smaller than my high school. I sometimes ponder if I am actually attending boarding school rather than college. but babson is a good school, and most of the classes have a maximum of 20 kids in it. I love the education, but I thought going to a small school would let my huge personality shine. I now find that I've been lost in the ranks. 

I'm a loud jewish girl with glasses--which is often deceptive enough into convincing people that I am nice and nonjudgmental. it works to my advantage. 

but in reality, I'm just a girl who gets along with the masses who also simultaneously struggles to find those unfiltered friendships. I want a few girls to prance around town with, dressed completely in lulu lemon (coming from our exhausting workouts at the gym) and carrying starbucks. some would call it a reality tv show, I would call it my fantasy. 

college is everything and nothing of what I expected it to be. hopefully I can explain myself better a little bit later. 

o chelsea