Senior Wisdom: Sarah Faith Thompson

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Sarah Faith Thompson (1)Sarah Faith Thompson, former EIC of Bwog and avid squirrel photographer, shares some nuggets of senior wisdom. Also some stuff about doors, spicy specials, and a cheese poem. Wonder where that poem fits in the Cheese v. Oral Sex statistical analysis. 

Name, School, Major, Hometown: Sarah Faith Thompson, CC, political science, rural NC

Claim to fame: Former editor of Bwog who started the revolving door of EICs, resident haunt of Butler’s third floor, person you can always faintly hear singing songs from Disney Channel movies, and, as WikiCU says, I’m “(in)famous” for my adroit campus squirrel photography.

Where are you going? A brief detour to Latin America to de-stress, back to New York to work in Midtown and dress up my future cat, and then hopefully on to grad school.

What are 3 things you learned at Columbia and would like to share with the Class of 2020?

1) The loudest voices aren’t always right, and quiet voices should speak up. Especially when the loud voices are just shouting into an echo chamber, and maybe haven’t done the reading.

2) You’d be surprised how many doors on campus are unlocked. I mean this literally.

3) Chill the f out. If you’re someone like me (i.e. incredibly anal), you assign so much weight to every term paper, critical comment section, and personal interaction, and it becomes unmanageable. As EIC of Bwog, I cared so much for a website with an unpronounceable name whose main highlight was Hawkma sightings and squirrel pictures. Breaking news, SFT—no one cared if Bwoglines was an hour late. Also, although I loved my classes, I probably spent too much time on them at the expense of my health and seeing friends. The only people in the world who will read the thesis that I poured my soul into were required to do so by my department. At least in our non-academic pursuits, Columbia students (including me) need to take ourselves a little less seriously.

“Back in my day…” Bacchanal was fun. Bwog was blue, people read it, and people peed in coconut water bottles. Sweetgreen was UNI and I had an unhealthy relationship with it. We made pillow forts during Hurricane Sandy. And the upperclassmen back then were infinitely cooler than we are now.

Justify your existence in 30 words or fewer. Once was locked in IAB’s library for a sleepover. We were rescued after: 30 minutes, leaving phallic drawings on the whiteboard, and due-date stamping our hands. My peak.

What was your favorite class at Columbia? This is too hard because I’ve had such amazing professors across the board at Columbia. My political science thesis seminar was the hardest I’ve ever worked, but I grew a lot academically and as a person from my research, my classmates, and the fantastic advisors we had. I also had brilliant professors for my first semester of Lit Hum (Jon Williams) and two semesters of Latin (Claire Catenaccio), as well as every class I took in the Spanish department (especially with Reyes Llopis-García y Javier Pérez-Zapatero). Also piano with Michael Skelly (hi!), though I should’ve practiced more.

Would you rather give up oral sex or cheese? One time at band camp I was placed in a cabin with wooden walls that people had sharpied over for the past 30 years. Nestled between a terrifying spider bunny and various in-jokes and lame quotes was a really wonderful poem entitled “An Ode to Cheese” whose first line was “Cheese, cheese, I’m on my knees,” which sums up my feelings pretty well. If you comb the dark, seedy depths of the internet you might find a video of me reciting it, but I will reproduce it below because that intimate moment should never be seen.

Cheese, cheese, I’m on my knees
I want some of that cheddar, please
Some think my love of cheese is weird
I feel it was the cheese they feared

Fromage, fromage, c’est trop dommage
That you have not filled my garage
I love the cheese so much, you see
Of it I rhyme bilingually

Gouda, gouda, you’re so good-a
Truly you’re my favorite food-a
With bread, crackers, or nicely plain
My love for you shall never wane

Swiss, swiss, who would dare diss
Your loveliness? Your taste is bliss
I melt and place you on some toast
You are the cheese I love the most

One thing to do before graduating: Get a Spicy Special from Crack Del–I mean West 109 Gourmet Deli. It’s not spicy, but it is special.

Any regrets? Many, like avoiding eye contact with people I kind of knew, not using my medallions to climb up the pillars of Low Library Mulan-style, not going to office hours enough, Friday nights in Butler, and not being single for longer. But mostly I regret that I can’t stay here for a few more semesters, take more classes, meet more interesting people, and be a part of the weirdness that is Columbia anymore. From NSOP onward Columbia has felt like my home. I’ll miss you all.

 The Sally Mann of Squirrel Photography via SFT

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  1. OH MY GOD


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  4. "Not being Single Longer"

    Wow, i had a crush on you for 4 years, but you had a bf...

  5. Maud

    Lol getting locked in the IAB lab was my peak too! Good times.

  6. Anonymous  


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