A week ago, the Interfaith Council at Bryn Mawr had a stand at the Campus Center about tradition.

A lot of people were pinning their thoughts on a big board, and it got me thinking about what traditions mean to me. And it also got me thinking about some of the traditions that were happening at the time too.

For example, Halloween, a major tradition a couple of weeks ago, where candy plays a big role. Because of my major, almost to a degree where this is a problem, love for candy, Halloween makes me extremely happy.

picking up the candy bags for each dorm from TGH!

I, and some other students who live in Radnor, got to pass out candy to the visiting children from the Bryn Mawr community, and to the children of staff and professors, which was lots of fun! Following that, there was a party at TGH with more food and dancing.

sign outside of the Great Hall

Pumpkins, as featured on the sign above, are a major tradition in the United States (and maybe other countries?) during these Fall months.

pumpkins outside of Guild

Which to me seems strange, since I don’t think of pumpkins when I think of fall, at least not before I came to the States, but they do seem to be taking over!

pumpkin spice pedicure? O_o seen on the Main Line at Zazen if you’re interested!

Another tradition, for me personally, is Monday dinners at Erdman Dining Hall! There is a Pho station, which makes me so happy, ever since my friend MT ’17 taught me her recipe (which is seven different types of delicious).

this is still like step three of a multi-step cooking process

It has come to point where Mondays, to me, have just been permanently associated with going to Erdman for me weekly dose of good cookin’.

it is actually delicious, I promise!

Finally, there is a tradition on my hall where, every Tuesday is my candy day. And so, again, to me, Tuesday means waking up early (*ahem* waking up at 10) to get the candy bowl/basket out for the hall

this was last week’s haul, leftovers from Radnor Halloween. this week’s is M&Ms and reese’s. life is grand.

It has gotten to the point where some of the residents on the hall, from the first years to the customs people know to give me candy earlier, if they’d like it to be “featured” during this week’s candy day.

Due to ALL of these reasons, I don’t think it’s much of a surprise that my answer to the question: “What does tradition mean to you?” is: