assignment 7—emanuelle sippy—why is this another blog post featuring mama sippy

College is overwhelming because like a few other things in my life, I wish I didn’t care so much.

As someone who tends to overthink everything from a multiple-choice test to how i say no, it’s not exactly easy to sweep under the rug. But that’s just scratching the surface. My mom went to Barnard undergrad, Havard masters, and Columbia Ph.D. If she was only an academic, that would be one thing, but she never loses touch with people, she could low key be a chef, she does “doodles” while she’s multitasking that sometimes look like stuff in the MOMA, she has indoctrinated me, and further indoctrinated me to think the indoctrination was for the better. You could say we fight sometimes...the times she was mad because of what I was wearing or lack thereof, (I often responded by ranting about how I was a better feminist than she was and was gonna publish an article about this), the times I messed up recipes, and more recently the time I wanted to drop out of calculus to which she responded that in my demographic, I wouldn’t get into the schools I want to go to if I didn’t take it, to which I responded something about her elitism, a little too loudly, and that she didn’t even know where I want to go because we’ve never really talked about it. We were both somewhat right, as per usual. All of this is to say that between her, being a professor, who has taught at big name, high caliber places and has shoved the idea of a liberal arts education, where I will have relationships with profs down my throat and my brother, who began researching colleges when he was in elementary school and hasn’t shut up about them since, figuring out where I want to go is half daunting, half boring, and totally cumbersome. 

That said, I really want to be there, wherever there is, taking classes about the intersections of art and activism, history, religion, law, dance, education, literature, life, reading my ass off, protesting, poetry slamming, not waking up until noon, and meeting friends in the all-night library (like my mom did).