Julie Block '10 talks goodbye columns, writing in the shower and much more in her final column.

Although Cornell considers itself a cosmopolitan campus, the problems with its study abroad program inhibit the University's cultural growth.

Once upon a time, a long time ago — before my ancestors were running away from Cossacks, people still wore togas and the only twittering and tweeting and twatting came from small annoying birds — higher education was only for wealthy white poobahs.

Let’s get autobiographical:

(In the beginning.)

Unlike many of my brethren (sistren?), the first time I read the Torah wasn’t until the year after my Bat Mitzvah. A friend convinced me to do it. I was against it, only because I felt the act would negate my First Time. Friend made a good point: “Why do you feel like everything that comes after your first time [reading Torah] needs to be less? What if the introduction is a sort of anti-climactic stepping stone, and everything that comes after is better, or bigger?”

It’s kind of a no-shit-Sherlock that I’m one hell of a chatty Cathy. I talk fast, I talk a lot; and if you were to ask my brother, he’d tell you that I dispense with more words in a week than most do in a year. That said, any therapist would probably tell you that I am really good at talking a lot without saying anything at all.