Sure, Grinnell College is surrounded by seemingly endless cornfields. The bustling metropolises of Des Moines and Iowa City are each about an hour away. Still, you won’t believe everything you can do on campus each week. Sometimes, though, after running around from one appointment to another during the week and studying in every open nook on campus, I need a brief retreat from the College’s grounds. And that’s when I head to town.
Before last summer, the only butterfly I could identify was a monarch, and the only prairie plant I knew was a coneflower. Thanks to an internship grant from the Center for Prairie Studies at Grinnell, I not only learned how to identify a multitude of butterflies and their favorite flowers, but I also spent last summer teaching kids in the Grinnell community to do the same.
The International Student Organization’s annual Food Bazaar (one of my favorite events of the fall semester) is an obvious celebrations of Grinnell’s diversity. But for me, what stands out most about the event is the unity that emerges from within that diversity.
Take my experience this year: one of my friends called me to ask if I would like to help make momos, a type of Tibetan/ Nepalese dumpling. Two other girls from Nepal would join us to make three different types of momos — chicken, beef, and vegetarian.
As a senior who for almost four years now has enjoyed stretching the possibilities of where homework can most enjoyably be completed, I hereby submit a top 10 list of places to casually get stuff done on Grinnell’s campus:
I remember coming home from school one February afternoon and rushing to the mailbox to check on college admission letters. When I found a big red envelope that read “Congratulations!” my mother and I screamed with joy.
My college search process was a long and hard one. It took awhile for me to know what I really wanted. As the deadline for college applications crept up, panic set in. I hadn’t yet felt a strong attraction to a particular school. In that rush, I applied to a mix of schools, hoping I’d get into at least one where I would be happy.
August 22, 2009. I will never, ever forget that date. That was — drum roll please — the day I became an official Grinnellian. At 3:45 a.m., I got out of my cozy, familiar bed in my parents’ home, brushed my teeth, and said goodbye to my sisters and cat. My parents and I loaded up the van, took a deep breath, and headed off to Iowa. After hitting a few different McDonald’s on the four-hour drive from Kansas City to Grinnell, we arrived.
Religious? Me? Absolutely not. As far as I was concerned, religion was at the center of many of the world’s problems. In general, I held a particular dislike toward religion — too many shoulds and musts and rules and strictures.
As an Indian, such views are frowned upon, since large parts of my culture place a great deal of importance on religion. Coming to Grinnell, I had hoped I’d be able to leave that ridiculousness behind altogether.
The dining hall is one of my favorite places on campus. I remember the first meal on the evening of my arrival at Grinnell. The sheer size of the hall, the large number of dishes on offer, and the bustling atmosphere overwhelmed me so much, I barely managed to get myself a bowl of noodles before rushing to sit with my newly-found first-year friends.