Will You Be My Lasagna?

heartYou know what I really like about Marlboro students, besides the fact that they can clearly articulate the difference between post-modernism and post-structuralism and Post Grape Nuts? What I really like is that they give a darn. I mean, sure, they can wax all theoretical about conceptual art or Martin Heidegger’s “hermeneutic circle,” but they also put their heart and soul into more immediate, practical concerns. I’m not just talking about the espresso machine at the coffee shop or the broomball tournament—they care about the world. I stumbled on an example of this in the dining hall, where a group of students was up to their elbows in tomato sauce and cheese.

IMG_7253 copyStudents in the World Studies Program were working with Susie Belleci, associate director of world studies, to make two big pans of the most awesomest-looking lasagna this side of Sardinia. This was much more than a lesson in world cuisine—the students were making the yummy lasagna to share with local community members at Morningside Shelter, in Brattleboro. Morningside is the only homeless shelter in southeastern Vermont, and a blessing for people in the area who have fallen on tough times. Residents typically cook for themselves, but on Thursdays other community members are invited to share with them, and what better day to share than Valentine’s Day? These Marlboro students are learning that, like love, lasagna is something when you give it away.


Apocalypse Snow

IMG_7211 copyOn a weekend where hundreds of thousands of people in New England were left without power and roads were strangulated with snow, Marlboro College was just enjoying its first good heap o’ winter. I mean, most people here love snow, throwing it, rolling in it, sledding on it, reenacting the nine orders of snow angels from Dante’s Il Paradiso in it. Heck, we even eat the stuff with maple syrup on top. It’s like one of the local food groups: grilled cheese, macaroni and cheese, cheese pizza, chicken tenders and snow. We can eat a 20-inch storm and still have room for more.

IMG_7191cropped copyA post on Inside Higher Ed shows that Marlboro did not let any measly ol’ winter storm interfere with the most venerable and anticipated of educational traditions: broomball. A double-elimination tournament over two days tested the slip-sliding and trash-talking skills of nine teams, with fiendishly daring names like Apuckalypse and Ball the Way and Death Angels (right).

IMG_7236 copyPhallek Jaunzemi, a team named in homage to formidable goalie Alek Jaunzemis ’13, made it to the finals, barely edging past Where’s Willson (left), a team named in homage to student life coordinator Willson Gaul ’10…as well as Daniel Kalla’s Broken Heart’s Club Band, a team named in homage to charming junior Daniel Kalla. But in the end the Jaunzemi fell to Shiva and the Benevolent Destroyers, the faculty and staff team named in homage to the fierce Hindu god who, let’s face it, sets the standard for invincibility, might and terror (prompting other teams to reconsider who they will pay homage to in the future).

Okay, correct me if I’m wrong, and I know you will, but I believe this is the first time a faculty/staff team has won the whole broomball enchilada since 1987, which is, like, prehistoric for a college student. The final game was an absolute nail-biter—the stuff of Potash Hill legend. Philosophy professor and team captain William “one-in-whom-the-whole-creation-sleeps-after-dissolution” Edelglass whipped his team into a benevolent frenzy with techno-Indian music, incense and the team chant of “ooooooom.” There was no score until the last moments, when writing professor Kyhl Lyndgaard made the winning goal. But the MVP (Mahadeva, or “great god,” Player) goes to Matt Cherry, counseling intern at the Total Health Center, who scored eight of Shiva’s goals and rocketed them to broomball history.