Author Archives: pwhalen15

This is it. The end of the semester. Things are starting to wind down, but also get a little hectic, as tomorrow marks the official start of finals here at Dickinson College. Seeing as this is probably my last blog post of the semester, I wanted to use this space as a place to reflect […] Continue reading →

Alright. Time to talk about something that I love more than anything in this entire world: my dog. Growing up, my family always had dogs. From the time I was born to the time I was about 5, we had three large dogs. One was a Bull-Mastiff named Hooch, one was a something else named […] Continue reading →

This is my mom sometime between 1960 and 1980, so that would make her somewhere between 20 and 40. I wish I could be more precise. I just know that this picture is very old. My mother’s name is Susan Whalen. She was born in 1942 (yes, my mother is 72 years old) and she’s […] Continue reading →

I think it’s pretty safe to say that mostly everybody has seen the movie Pitch Perfect. You know, that movie about the ICCAs (that stands for the International Championship of Collegiate A Cappella). I am actually one of the few people that haven’t seen the movie, so I can’t say too much about it. I do know […] Continue reading →

Here at Dickinson College (that’s where I go to school), we are required to take four blocks of PE. Each block of gym is half a semester, so it amounts to two full semesters of gym. But, luckily for me, going to the gym and running for 50 minutes, three times a week is not […] Continue reading →

February 2012 was a watershed month for me. Not only did I my pass my driver’s license test with flying colors, but I also got my braces off (a little too soon, according to my orthodontist) and I left the country for the very first time. Every February vacation, my high school does a trip […] Continue reading →

The past 19 years of my life have been a whirlwind. I’ve lived in three different states in over five different cities and towns, traveled to Europe, learned things about myself that I would’ve never dreamed of, and moved 500 miles from home to live with 2,300 other people who are probably just as confused […] Continue reading →