Maya Rothbard

Nothing stresses me out more than opening my Google Calendar. I always fail to understand how I can fit so many of my jobs, extracurriculars and, of course, my demanding academics all in one day. Somehow, seeing every hour of my week filled to its brim makes me even more motivated. Maybe it is the chaos. Maybe it is the satisfaction of knowing that I am doing something with every hour of the day, not giving myself time to produce a single thought.

Have you ever spent a late night in the Physical Sciences Building? If so, you’ve definitely heard a combination of footsteps on the ground, but not just the ones passing by, finding a place to study. Instead, the footsteps have a rhythm to them, partnered with the unmistakable call of “five, six, seven, eight!” In the open areas next to Goldie’s Café, you’ll find the real beat of Cornell’s campus: its dance teams.

There are two types of mornings: the ones where your curls fall perfectly into place, and the ones where you stare into the mirror wondering if a braid is less of a stylistic choice and more of a survival tactic.