A Love Letter (To You, Oxy Babe)
Blogger: Jazzy Lee
My room is chaos, swirling, teeming chaos, like dripping bubbles of watercolor are colliding into one another and bursting, leaving a glorious stain as artful receipt of their deadly expenditure. Oh wait, did I say my room? I meant my head.
Oxy for me means the ability to be involved in a ridiculously large number of ridiculously amazing groups, activities, and organizations. But that also means my highly creative brain is in a supercharged overdrive. I love Oxy because of pho and movie nights with my best friends where we order in and bundle up, both bemused and confused about the cold weather. The ideal location composed of an uncomparable triad of fantastic food (reminiscent of my hometown, Oakland), waves, and city lights make Oxy the ideal protective microcosm for me. I love Oxy because I love Alpha Lambda Phi Alpha (ΑΛΦΑ) and the coalition of brilliant, beautiful, and compassionate women in it. Before I came to Oxy, I had never planned to join a sorority and deciding to join wasn't something I took lightly. I really wrestled past all the stereotypes and preconceived notions to the fact that I actually enjoy planning events such as Alpha Male, having sisterhood events like trips to the desert, and attending community service programs including one very posh gala.
I love Oxy because of my major, Comparative Studies in Literature and Culture, an ingenuitive program that allows me to pursue my passions through a philosophic, literary, and classical Greek lens. The individualized attention I received at Oxy allowed for me to find a major that directly corresponded to my, admittedly rather eccentric, academic loves. I have taken classes on tragic philosophy, Ulysses by James Joyce, and lots of Greek language. I love Oxy because of my Intramural soccer team. With utmost sincerity, I am a horrible soccer player. I love to play the game and run around the field, but I am definitely that one third grader who is making daisy chains in the back on defense as opposed to the glorious striker whipping her hair fiercely as she dribbles down the field.
I love Oxy because of my FYRE (First Year Residential Education) babies who probably greatly dislike that I refer to them by that moniker. I am a Resident Advisor on campus, ensuring the safety and well-being of my Haines residents. When I am not planning fantastic programs, helping people back into their dorms during lock-outs, and talking with my amazing (seriously amazing!) residents of Haines (especially the Annex). I am a First Year Residential Education facilitator. As a group, we go through six weeks of extended education to transition smoothly to Oxy. All of their new perspectives and smiles brighten up my Tuesday afternoons.
I love Oxy because of my Oxy Design Service (ODS) - and this may be some shameless self promotion but - I work for the graphic design company on campus, not designing, but facilitating a smoother design process. Many of the beautiful posters around campus come through my email first. This school, for all of its tight-knit incitracies is veritably bustling with activity and working at ODS is a visceral reminder of all the opportunity here on campus. I may be a being in constant motion but I'm grounded in the surety and sincerity of my happiness here. This does not mean I do not have moments of insecurity, inadequacy, and profound stress, a fact all my friends can surely attest to witnessing, but the people I have interacted with at Oxy have made me a better person, a happier person, and certainly a more well-rounded person. I love Oxy because it is an inextricable extension of myself and I of Oxy.