They worked. That is, everyone who was supposed to graduated.
But was the sales pitch for the alumni club following the awarding of degrees really necessary?
My sister’s diploma seems small. It’s about half the size of mine. Plus, it’s in English, which is so declasse.
I managed to out-drink a prison guard from Lewisburg, PA, who weighs about twice what I do. It’s a good thing he was friendly.
Every business in State College has in its name either “Penn State” or “Nittany.” Thus “Nittany Laundry” and “Penn State Roofing.” Really.
Bricked windowless monolith seems to be the campus’s primary architectual theme. Second through fourth are, respectively, oddly-shaped, out-of-place, and ridiculously big.
Despite being located in a verdant and gently sculpted sloping valley in a mostly rural part of the state, State College manages to be seedy and sprawling, like an undesirable suburb or one of the lesser Southern cities. Reaching the town is a disappointment after the pleasant drive to get there.
The Lehigh Tunnel, passed through en route, goes under a mountain. That’s pretty neat and probably not an unreasonable solution, given the terrain.
Dinner at Zola was surprisingly good. Restaurants in State College are built on concepts. Waffle House had one, too, on the back of their menus. Are they trying to franchise?
Early dinner tonight, hopefully to be followed by an early bedtime. No sleep for two nights in a row is a bit much.